Monday, January 29, 2018

I Am A Survivor!

Hey world!
Here I am
Surviving!
Surviving the day
Surviving my life
Surviving it all
Looking for good
Throwing out strife!
Yes, I am surviving
And do you know why?
Because I am a survivor!

I Will Never Be Lost

There was a time in my life
When I thought that all was lost
I even thought of just giving up
That living was worth nothing
Just not worth the cost
But the cost of what?
That's a good question
And so an answer I sought
'Cause giving up wasn't a choice
Not then and not even now

So here I am kneeling
Kneeling in humble prayer
And there I listened for His voice
Where he tells me plain and clear
To never give up on myself, never
And always hold close to me
All that is most precious and dear
So since that day I have tried
And then tried and tried some more
To make my life worth living
Living life whatever the cost
Because with Him in my life
i will never, ever be lost!






Feeling Expired

Day trip to Vegas
To see a ball game
Spending the night
Resting my brain
Also my body
My body so tired
Needing a rest
My mind all mired
Mired in what?
I haven't a clue
I'm drawing a blank
Has my muse sank?
Or maybe just sunk
This drawing blanks
Is a big bunch of bunk!
So I'm here in Vegas
To see a ball game
It should be fun
But I'm feeling lame
Just feeling tired
Really all mired
So tired in fact
That I'm feeling expired . . .


Hey Muse!

Muse! Hey muse!
Where are you?
What are you?
Where did you go?
I'm feeling so slow
A mind wandering
Going to and fro
Looking for words
Ideas and thoughts
But finding nothing
A mind lost in a void
A void of nothingness
Drawing blanks
Blank after blank
No inspiration at all
Like hitting a wall
Where are you?
What are you?
Muse! hey muse!

A poet Without Words

Here I am. a poet
But without words
Not that I'm mute
But without a muse
I feel I am mute
Not very amusing
To be a poet
Without words

At Work, But Not Working

At work, but not working
Lots to be done and to do
But here I am just shirking
If I wasn't here working (?)
A nice nap would be my cue

Sunday, January 28, 2018

An Ode to the Power of Bean Soup

Lunch today was really great
Home made bean soup
It was a really yummy meal
But here is the deal
Your bean soup gives me gas
Which means farts
Shooting out like poison darts
A deadly meal it was
So don't make me laugh or sneeze
The farts make me wheeze
Both loud and smelly
Enough to bring you to your knees
And so very strong
Enough  to float the sheets
Plus many other not so amazing feats
But still a really great meal
But not a prelude to romance
Ooops, here one goes
Now I've got to change my pants

More and More Love, Day By Day

Have I told today how much I love you?
Do you know how much I love you?
Actually it is mostly what I think of
Most of the day and most of the day
You can call it obsessive complusive
But I just call it exactly what it is
I just call it love . . . So there it is
Loving you is mostly what I think of
And I hope you can feel the love
With all of it's obsessive compulsiveness
And let me tell you that is a lot of love
But today is a new day and here it comes
I love you more today than yesterday
And just you wait until tomorrow
Because there will be even more love

Tuesday, January 09, 2018

As My Days Grow Short

As my days grow short
I stop to contemplate
Wondering about my life
Wondering if it is too late
To rid my life of strife
Wondering if it is too late
To choose another path
Wondering if it is too late
To avoid God's fiery rath
Wondering if it is too late
To become a better me
So, I stop to contemplate
And wonder . . .
As my days grow short

I See Your Every Move

Every hour of every day I have you on my mind
An image so engraved deep within my very soul
 I can see your every move even if I were blind

Rain! Glorious Rain!

Rain! Glorious Rain!
The desert has been so thirsty
The ground has been so dry
Everything so hot and dusty
Enough to make one cry . . .
But now the rain has finally come
The needed rain is finally here
Quenching the desert's thirst
Blessing our desert dear
So that the desert is not so thirsty
And the ground is not so dry
It is no longer hot and dusty
Enough to make one cry with joy
Rain! Glorious Rain!