Try to Make Your Day A Happier One

How is it that some people can't go a single day
Without saying something, in fact anything negative
It makes me sad and sadly brings me to tears
Especially when i hold my words and thoughts within
Deep, deep inside of me, but wanting to shout out
Be quiet! Do you ever take the time to listen to yourself?
Because if you did you might change your tone
Yes, people have many, many imperfections
But why not seek out the positive instead of the negative
It might be worth the try and your day might be happier

Hooray for Today!

A new day and a brighter one
More energy than yesterday
Attitude is more positive
Looking to accomplish
At least something
But What?
That I can't say
But I'll move forward
Without the slightest delay
Telling myself over and over
Today will be better
And be brighter
Than yesterday
Hooray!

The Body and Mirror Speak

My body speaks to me
So does the mirror
Both saying the same thing
"Old man, you are getting old"
And I really can't argue the point
At least not at the moment
Where has my life gone?
Tic-toking away
Minute by minute
Hour by hour
Day by day
Going away
Good-bye
Not good
But true
And sad

Feeling Old

Feeling old
In mind
My body
And spirit
This aging
Isn't fun
I feel slow
And tired
Really tired
Mired in age
I'm not there
But close
To the last page
Of what?
I'm not sure
But I'm there
Feeling old

Thanksgiving is Over and the Turkey is Dead

Another Thanksgiving is over
Another turkey is dead
Another Thanksgiving dinner is served
Another family is fed
Oh, how we love our dear turkey
Oh, how we enjoy him when served
Oh, how we savor his goodness
Oh, how we love our dead bird
Yes, Thanksgiving is over
Yes, our turkey is dead
Yes, our tummies feel full
Yes, we feel quite well fed
But are we really thankful?
What do we do to show thanks?
Besides gorging on Thanksgiving dinner
And killing a dumb, but delicious bird
We are a pretty thankless lot
Especially as we count our many blessings
And consider what the poor turkey got

Thinking of You . . . Wow!

You ask me if all I think of is sex
And I so wish not to vex you
Nor do I want to disappoint
But my answer is both Yes and No
However, honestly it is mostly Yes
But it is something I can't help
Mainly because you are so beautiful
And quite frankly, really dang Hot
Homely and unattractive you're not
From my point of view that is for sure
And my thoughts are far from pure
Whenever you are in my view
Be it walking across the room
Or bending over . . .
Regardless, looking at you
Makes me feel like I'm full-blown puberty
With heart beating wildly and the works
And through it all, each and every day
All that I can possibly say is Wow!
And of course, I love you . . .

Age Creeping Up on Me

I feel age creeping up on me
Yes, I feel I am getting old
And not nearly as bold
As I used to be
Especially with energy fleeting
Along with my mind
Not quite as sharp
Dull in fact
As each day I get older
Becoming withdrawn
Feeling my age
With stealth
Creeping up on me . . .

You in Bed, Sleeping . . .

You are in bed
Sleeping . . .
My little sleepy head
All cuddled up in bed
Sleeping . . .
And hopefully dreaming
Laying there curled up
Sleeping . . .
So beautiful you are
In your restful splendor
Sleeping . . .

Chug-a-lugging Carrot Juice on a Tuesday Night

Chug-a-lugging carrot juice
On a late Tuesday night
Wanting to go to sleep
But struggling to stay awake
And for Heaven's sake
I know not why?
So I sit and write
Wishing for inspiration
Which seems fleeting
As my bed calls to me
And as my bladder speaks
Telling me it is time to pee
As one can only imagine
What happens to the bladder
When chug-a-lugging carrot juice

Moonlight in the Desert

Moonlight in the desert
All seems so serene
All seems so quiet
As the indigo sky
Seem to envelope
The desert night
In a landscape
Where heaven
And earth unite
Under God's stars
Making the evening
And all of the world
Really seem right
Under the serene
And quietness
Of moonlight in the desert

I Wish I Could Make You Happy

I would walk a mile in a minute

Just to see your smile

And I would cross any desert

Or climb any mountain

Just to see your eyes sparkle

Which is what they do

When you are smiling and happy

And I so wish that I could make you happy

Because I would do anything for you

Your Love is All I Desire and Seek

I need pumping up
Sometimes things seem bleak
I hunger for your love
It is all that I need
And all that I seek

I wish for your happiness
And that you never feel sorrow
I think of you daily
With love each every day
Yesterday and tomorrow

So I gaze at you from afar
Up close you're in my mind
So I reach out to you
Praying with all of my heart
That it is me you'll soon find

And so as I think of these things
I start feeling better
Life really isn't bleak
Because having your love
Is all I need or desire to seek

Of course, You know this one thing
And that is I Love You

Going to Las Vegas to Fetch Granny Howell

Tomorrow we're off to Las Vegas
On an errand of love
To pick-up Granny Howell
My loving mother-in-law
A person I consider a pal

And once she gets here
We'll have some nice chats
Work on some puzzles
Play some card games
Granny Howell is one really cool cat!

And with each day
We'll have lots of fun
Hoping her visit she'll enjoy
It is all really quite selfish
Because we want her to stay

So our errand of love
Really blesses us
Because we love her so
And having her with us
Is really no fuss

So off to Las Vegas
That's where we're going
To fetch dear Granny Howell
Our love for her will be showing
And we can hardly wait until tomorrow!

Feeling Really Low

Feeling low
My get up and go
Seems to be draining
My energies waning
The old get up and go
Seems nearly all gone
So what to do?
I haven't a clue?
And even if I did
There'd be no energy
To let me pursue
The old get up and go
That is going and going
And soon will be gone
Then for sure
I'll really be into feeling
And I mean really feeling
Really low

Off to Bed to Dream of You

In a matter of minutes
I'll be off to bed
To sleep and dream
And hold you close
Dreaming of you
Whispering to you
In my dreams
Making love to you
In the depths of my mind

What do You Say to a Roll in the Hay?

It has been a long day
And even though tired
A loving roll in the hay
Would be a great way
To end a great day
So my dear lovely
What do you say?

Responding to the Critical with Silence

Why are some folks so critical?
It bothers me, but I remain silent
Patiently listening to complaints
Hoping the negativity will end
And trying to see the bright side
All the while biting my tongue
While channeling my thoughts
Finding distractions in my mind
Accentuating the positive
But sometimes hurting inside
Wishing the negativity away
All with calm and patient silence

I Prefer You With No Clothes

Clothes or no clothes
You are beautiful
Although I prefer no clothes
The majesty of your nakedness
With all of your sensual curves
A true heavenly body
That pays soulful homage
To the artistry of Him
Our Creator who created you

The Travel of the Imagination and the Mind

I love to travel
Going places I have never been
But when I can't journey
I still manage to travel
Using the highways of my mind
Imagination my travel companion
My co-pilot that takes me to vistas
That can't be matched anywhere
Even when really traveling
Truly, the travels of the mind
Are often the best
And if you don't believe me
Put it to the test
Letting your imagination
Take you away

Hello Self, Stay Awhile . . .

Hello self
Where have you been?
It has been awhile since you have been here
And I have missed having your creative juices
Course through your mind and body
Those creative juices that invoke visions
And inspiring images of your other self
That self that imagines and dreams
Seeing things that most people miss
As they become lost in busyness
And the self destructiveness
Of focusing on getting ahead
In order to keep up with the next person
Or just trying to look good
But in the same moment missing life
And all of life's essence
Be it in the appreciation of a sunrise
As the morning light breaks over the mountains
Or when it sets brilliantly in the evening
Those simple things that this thing I call self
Has missed for so many days
Those things of simple beauty
Including the erotic and feelings of passion
Seeing life as it really is
And loving that life
So self, don't be such a stranger
Instead, stay awhile and even linger
Enabling me to remember who you are

Contemplation of Southern Utah Terrain on a Stormy Night

A Sunday night in new terrain
Not far from Zion's National Park
Enjoying a warm humid evening
While sitting on the front porch
Of ou new home in Southern Utah
Watching God's light show
As spectacular bolts of lightning
Streak across the indigo blue sky
While sinister clouds seem to linger
Their darkness blotting out the horizon
The bright streaks of lightning
Serving to light up the neighborhood
Sparking thoughts of new beginnings
And an appreciation of God's handiwork
That abounds across this land of red rocks
A land framed by mountains and mesas
Heavenly pallets that hold the mere artist
In total awe and near hopeless envy
Causing mere men to feel quite small
When compared to the magnitude
Of the terrain found in Southern Utah

The Measure of Beauty I Find in You

My dear, my beloved
As I gazed upon you
In the afternoon sunlight
I beheld a most beautiful sight
In fact, the truest measure of beauty
Which is the only true measure
When a woman in her own mind
Thinks she looks terrible
Yet, in the mind of her lover
He beholds total and shear beauty
Because truth be known
True beauty shines through
Even when she has been toiling
And is sweaty and dirty
From a day in the garden
And so today as I gazed upon you
I gazed upon the most beautiful woman
The woman who resides in my heart
The woman who I love

The Sad Long and Great Pause

Everyday I pause and think
About what I should write
Then I procrastinate
And with all my laziness
I postpone any writing
Burying myself in nothingness
Allowing my mind to wander
As second and minutes wasted
Become hours, days, and weeks
That soon become months
And eventually too son
Inevitable years
Causing me to feel
That my life and talents
Are slowly, yet most rapidly
Sadly wasting away
My life becoming one great pause