Most boring man in the world
I’m always where… I’m sposed to be
Always doin’ what I’m sposed to be doin’
Never lookin’ where… I shouldn’t be lookin
Nor talking trash or rumor strewin’
No telling’ lies, except for the lil’ white ones
Pretty much walkin’ the proverbial straight line
Gave up smoking’, don’t do much drinkin’
Maybe a beer a week, occasional glass of wine
I take a nightly shower even if I don’t really need one
Never kick my dog, and only rarely kick the cat
Never badmouth the people around me
Though they’re getting’ godawful fat
I’m eating right, watchin’ my weight
Working out at the Y, constantly weighin’ myself
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Mindless Murmur Of A Babbling Brook
The mindless murmur of a babbling brook
Is the telling of it’s story
A story that has no beginning
And flows on without end
It dances…It sparkles
All the while telling it’s tale
E’en when there’s no one to listen
Not family…nor friend
Dabbling and babbling in sprinkles and splashes
Chortling away in mad mischievous delight
Then off to the sea it disdainfully dashes
Spreading rumors and humors into day and night
It gathers in pools, settles in sinks
Yet meanders off distractedly, to left and right
It swells fat and sassy, then as capriciously shrinks
Tinkling musically away into darkness and light
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Trolls, Moonbeams, Leprechauns And Stardust
A world of caves, caverns, thickets and ledges
A place of bracken, heather, thistles and sedges
Of Spider webs, mosses, mushrooms and hedges
Green grassy dells, craggy hills of raggedy edges
Environments of enchantment, worlds of auld lore
Mysterious encampments of wee people of yore
Broad iron hinges on wee ancient oak doors
Behind which lie treasures on cool earthen floors
Oak roots brace ceilings, which green lichen adorns
Crude clever furniture, fashioned from shells of acorns
Curly toed slippers, forest green pointy caps
Thistle down mattress, bunk bed for long naps
Gossamer wings of wand wielding fairies
Flitting about o’er fields of silverberries
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I Miss Ol' What's Her Name
I miss her complainin’
Makes me cry in my beer
I’m so miserable without her
It’s as if she’s still here
My pickup and coon dog
Give me a lil’ cheer
And my ma getting’ out of prison
And me drinkin’ more beer
Catchin’ some ol’ catfish
Makes me wish she were near
To clean em’ and cook em’
And bring me more beer
I miss her cute lil’ ol’ mustache
That hides the wart on her chin
I miss her high piercing voice
Tho It gets under my skin
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In Winter... I Think Of Summer
In Winter
I think of summer…
Of feverish glow
Of summer sunburn…
Of sunshine seined
Through disordered trees…
Of summer sun
The color of
Undercooked egg yolks
cool and warm
Both at once…
Of growing tree roots
Gently tilting sidewalks
And warm raindrops forming
Crystal necklaces
On the nape of the wind…
Of haloes round the moon
And rain rings on the river…
Silvered, tranquil surface, dimpled
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Ode To Autumn (I'm in awe of Fall)
Ode to Autumn
Pumpkins on porches, cut cruelly into ferocious faces
Wisps of white smoke melting into cold clear skies
Hands held out as if praying, to crackling fireplaces
Odors of allspice waft from plump pumpkin pies
Cold swirling winds, skirling leaves in the lane
While a few golden stalwarts, in tall trees still remain
Clinging and quivering, making restless, rattling sound
As if In anxious anticipation of graceful descent to the ground
As Haunting apparitions, appear the skeletal trees
To spook little kids into feigned, fun-filled fright
With witchy appearance, bare limbs wave in the breeze
Scarecrows wave back with ghoulish delight
Autumn leaves burning, create aromatic auras so sweet
Crisp air numbs kid’s noses, toes and their feet
Once strutting Tom Turkey now reclines in the oven
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Dads, Lads, And Granddads
Lads, Dads, and Granddads Free verse
My grandson,
skipping along, an eight year young kid
Behind his Dad, his hero, his idol,
his bright shining model
Sees him tall, straight, tough and confident
Sees a McMuffin buyer, a baseball coach and a dad
My grandson
sees not…. a loser, a slacker
Mostly absentee father,
lazy and irresponsible
Two days a week of being a dad
Providing little or nothing to ex-wife or son
My grandson,
I see in myself, skipping along
Following behind my dad
Who is tall, straight and confident
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Evening conversations...Small town U.S.A.
Barbershops, beauty shops, front porches, fireplaces and bars
Like ol’ men and women
Jabbering away
Arguing like ol’ friends do
Tryin’ to absorb other’s happiness
Tryin’ to give away
A little of their sadness too…
Remnants of the glow
Of summer sunburns
Meet winter’s white
on wrinkled necks
Some enjoying the Fall flush
Of immaterial nature
Others await the arrival
Of social security checks
Some live close to joy
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Voice Mail From Mom
Voice Mail From Mom
Buzzing sound awakes me
I pull covers up over my head
Chiming ring irritates me
I burrow deeper in my bed
Voice mails chime finally placates me
Sleep returns in it’s stead
Alarm clock’s buzzing awakes me
To a day of despair that I dread
This day when my mom would be buried
To hear from, to see never more
Loneliness and regret overtake me
As I numbly start out of the door
The feel of the phone on my hip makes me recall
And remember the call from last night
When I look at the screen my jaw starts to fall
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Easter Sunday (and not a word from McD's)
Today I solemnly resolve to say nothing
Not to observe nor write a single line
I won't even mention the man dressed like a cowboy
Nor that voluptuous chick lookin' fine
I'll not fixate on the fat,
nor lay praise on the lean
Not one single comment
Be it kindly or mean
The tall skinny lady sitting opposite me
With the red fright-wig hair
Well today I shan't make mention
That she's even there
For this Easter Sunday
I shall refrain from writing
Of people no matter be they
Strange and funky
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