To Bed, To Work, and Back Again

Well, it is time for bed
It has been a long day
With lots of work
And little play
But still
Considering the day
It has been good
I've earned my pay
And so I'll go to bed
Maybe to count sheep
But if not, count some dollars
Until the alarm goes off
And it is once again time
To start the routine all over again
Going to work for another day
Until it is time for bed once again

The Sadomasochism of Garbage Day

Garbage day is just a day away
Then the garbage man will come
And take my garbage away
So I can accumulate more
For the next garbage day
And so it goes with each passing week
I save and accumulate garbage
For the reliable garbage man
Who religiously empties my garbage can
In a kind of sadomasochistic relationship
Where I dump on him
And then he dumps my dump on him
In some landfill
Both of us benefiting

Why Do Some People Have to be So Negative?

Sometimes I have a problem
Usually it is with some peoples negativity
Then again, sometimes I just have a problem
But it is my problem and I'll keep it to myself
Although some might find my attitude to be selfish
I believe it is more a case of being considerate
Because who likes to hear others complain
Or even worse, share a bellyache
So I just keep my problems
Guarded in my mind
All to myself
Which takes me back
To why some people have to be so negative
I just don't understand why they can't keep it to themselves?

No Question - Jogging is the Answer

To blog or jog
That is the question
I should be going out
For a good long jog
But here I sit
Alone with my blog
Writing or at least trying
To put my thoughts in print
Maybe I should find a job
At least do something
To pay the rent
But instead of blogging
I think I'll go jogging
To blog or jog
There is really no question
Jogging is the answer

Wasting Time with My Computer

Here I sit with my computer
Surfing the web on Hotmail and Yahoo
Seeing the world for what it really is
A big and out of control zoo
So I check my email
Facebook too
But it is same old, same old
Nothing old or new
Just passing time
A real crime
Surfing the web
Just me and my computer

Sunday Afternoon Dreaming

Sunday afternoon
Dreaming of a nap
Of being close to you
My head in your lap
Dreaming of holding
Of hugging and kissing
Dreaming of love
Of being close to you
With nothing missing
But even just a nap
Would really be nice
For me you'll always be
My life's sugar and spice
Any day of my life
Even on this day
A Sunday afternoon

When it Comes to Christmas There are No Maybes

Christmas music playing on the radio
And Thanksgiving is still a week away
Maybe Santa should be loading his sleigh
Or maybe not . . .
After all, some of us have been a naughty lot
Or maybe not . . .
It makes me think about poor old Santa
That he may not be such a jolly soul
If all he has to deliver is cold, black coal
Or maybe not . . .
Which leads me to ponder and repent
Or maybe not . . .
But still, I'm thankful for the early Christmas music
Taking it as reminder to line up my ducks
And hope that Christmas won't be a day that sucks
Or maybe not . . .
But I'll be hoping that the day will be a happy one
Filled with joy and having fun
Spent with friends and family
With no maybes about it . . .
Christmas is always a joyful day
Even with Christmas music playing
With Thanksgiving still a week away
Nope - No maybes about it!

Over the River and Through the Woods

Over the river and through the woods
Off to be with our children we go
Our car knows the way
To take us away
All the way
To our children's home
And so this is what parents do
Once their children are grown and gone
Especially if the parents want to spend time
With their children during the holidays
And their children have children
With their own traditions
These are the perils
Of getting old
Once the children are grown and gone
And the only way to ever see them
Is to take the car for a drive
Over the river and through the woods

Making Thanksgiving Pies

Coring and peeling apples
On a winter Saturday night
Helping you to make pies
For family Thanksgiving
Is never a chore
Rather for me
Is pure delight
A delight
As I spend time with you
And a delight for me
Envisioning pies
While I core
And peel
Each apple
While adoring you
With my eyes
On this winter Saturday night

Blasting to the Past on My Honda

Riding my Honda
Headphones in place
Listening to the Beach Boys
As they sing about Rhonda
I jet down the highway
Wind in my face
Feeling the blast
Sends me to new highs
With my Honda's 1100 cc's
Humming with power
My Honda flies
Carrying me
And the Beach Boys
Back to the past
Blasting fast
Headphones in place
Riding my Honda

John Wayne and Me

Cowboys and Indians
John Wayne on the plains
Desert cactus and sand
And long wagon trains
You can see it all
On late night TV
Reliving the West
Just John Wayne and me

Winter or Not i Like Being Cuddled

Another Winter night
As cold as hell
Makes cuddling with you
Really quite swell
And better yet
When between the sheets
Holding each other close
Makes cuddling quite neat

So cuddling and snuggling
Like two Eskimos
We link our two bodies
To make more body heat
Pressing nose to nose
Lips to lips
Knees to knees
And toes to toes

Then as our temperatures rise
Our body heat makes us feel bold
So we throw off the sheets
Then all of the covers
To hell with the cold
Bring on the Winter
I'm feeling befuddled
Winter or not I like being cuddled

The First Snow and the Bleak Months Ahead

The first snow of the season has fallen
A heavenly layer of pure whiteness
Creating a heaven on earth
Until you finally step outside
And the beauty of it all is bansihed
By the harshness of the cold Winter wind
A realization that six months of Winter
Looks really great from the inside
Swell for sledding and skiing
Hell from the outside in
Especially if your heart isn't in it
And you would rather be in the tropics
After the realization that this first snow
Is just a "snow job" in itself
A cover for the bleak months of cold ahead

Time to Cook Some Chili

Time to cook some chili
It is always best from scratch
The stuff in the can can be tasty
But a true gormet can never be hasty
Time to use that secret recipe
Let's cook-up some chili!

A Sunday Night Visit from Father Gorton

The doorbell rings on a Sunday night
A visit from Father Gorton
Our beloved parish priest
Here for a pleasant visit
For us a grand spiritual feast
Yet, for our Father Gorton
A break from his Heavenly calling
An opportunity to shed his collar
And to just be our neighbor Terry
A good friend coming by to visit
Just for a pleasant visit
Not as our parish priest
And not as Father Gorton
Rather as our friend
Ringing our doorbell
On a Sunday night