Poems for Amber

Do You Remember...?

2010-03-05T05:48:00.000-08:00

Do you remember

Back in Y2k3?

I was sitting next to you.

You were sitting next to me.

And I went ahead

And I asked you out,

And you responded

With not a single hint of doubt,

That you would be glad

To go out with me.

My heart skipped a beat,

And did back flips out of glee.

And Here we are now,

Seven years hence,

And I love you even more

Than I did whence.

I love you forever,

My sweet little love,

From the ground below my feet,

And to the sky above.

I’m glad that when I asked you

You replied with a yes,

As I doubt I could do any better.

After all, you are the best.

More Meetings...

2010-01-12T14:51:00.000-08:00

Another boring meeting,
But remember, I have a plan,
And that is to spend that meeting
In a place called "La-La Land."

They may control my body's location,
But they can't control my mind,
And where it wants to wander
And where it will reside.

So, meeting, blah.
You, yay.
I could get used to this
Every day.

Every cloud, it seems
Has its silver lining,
And my gray clouds
Has me, for you, pining.

Wandering

2010-01-11T13:51:00.000-08:00

The meetings are boring,
And the meetings are long.
The meetings are dreadful,
And wretched, and wrong.

But there's one thing that
I can get from meeting:
A freedom to drift
To thoughts normally fleeting.

There I sit, in a room,
Bored, in a chair,
And oblivious to the meanderings
Around me. Without a care.

And then my mind wanders
Like a fly and a shoo,
And where it falls
Is gently upon you.

Rest

2010-01-10T11:45:00.000-08:00

A day of rest, or cleaning.
I forget.
But a day I'm glad
That I get.

For any day I have,
It's true,
Is best spent
when invested with you.

And any day
That's spent without
Is a day of dark misery,
Shadows, and doubt.

But, hey, those days
Haven't really ever come,
So, I'm glad in my blissful ignoranace
To be quite contentedly dumb.

The Way...

2010-01-09T11:03:00.000-08:00

The way we roll,
Six-sided, don't hide it.
Pick a card. Any card.
That's the way we roll.

The way we play,
All day? Any way?
Until our eyes are dry
And our hair is gray?
That's they way we play.

And the way it goes:
Fancy cars, fancy clothes,
Fancy stats, hair, eyes, and nose.
That's the way it goes.

The way we game?
Ever always, always the same,
In several ways, it's quite insane,
But, that's the way we game.

What Work You Have Done!

2010-01-08T10:57:00.000-08:00

What work you have done!
What amazing work.
Once hanging on walls,
Now hanging, again, on walls.

Admired by many, few, all,
Hanging, there upon the wall.
Once in a big, room,
Now, in a small.

The fairy tales are told
Timeless, and classic.
And they're on our walls
Because of you, and a hammer, and a level.

I enjoy seeing these things.
I never tire
Of looking at
The work you have done.

Caught Up

2010-01-07T14:17:00.001-08:00

I know I was slacking,
And my poems were lacking
In existing,
Because, I suppose, I was resisting.

I didn't know how to start
A new year, a kind hear,
And many, many goals,
Unable to take polls.

But here I am, right now, breaking even,
And I'm sorry it took me so long.
Please don't think of me as an unloving heathen,
For I'm sorry if I've made you feel wronged.

It's time and time again to write
The kinds of words that help our souls take flight.
And rush us off into the night,
Until we see the morning light.

Aquickbreak

2010-01-06T13:40:00.000-08:00

Even though it's back to the grind,
Fate has a way of saying "I'm still kind."
I get to take some time off work,
And spend it with a stupid smirk.

We drive around, and pay two bucks,
And walk around in cold, which sucks.
And shiver and chatter until we're blue,
But, hey, it's time I get to spend with you.

And we drop a few thou' on an education,
In a school with the first educational TV station (in the nation!)
And they tell you, "Wait. In Tempore,"
Until you're tired, or broke, or poor.

It's a toil, and maybe a trial,
And you and I both know it's taking a while,
But, you know, I can't help but smile,
Having a reason to spend more time with you.

Normal

2010-01-05T14:10:00.000-08:00

Finally, things are back to normal,
Though not normal, like I'd like them to be.
I'd like normal to be independent wealth,
And a vacation every day.

And I'd like normal to be peaceful,
Quiet. And without neighbors yelling
Or slamming doors.
Or stomping around. Or being annoying.

And normally, we'd get to go on adventures,
And normally, we'd hang out.
And normally, we'd talk about life,
Though we couldn't really talk about what had happened to us that day, as we would have already been there.

But normal normal is fine by me,
As I normally get to see you.
And we normally spend a nice evening together.
And we normally have lots of great times.

Mrow

2010-01-04T13:58:00.000-08:00

Some may find it very odd
That we take them out, and poke and prod,
And put them in a tiny cage.
I wonder if they get enraged.

Our babies are babies, but not human ilk,
But furry, and fuzzy, and favoring of milk,
And as important to us as are
The children of others they declare with stickers on the backs of a van or car.

They carry our love when it gets to much to carry,
And like a treasure, they'd horde and they'd bury
It if they had a good place to do so,
One that doesn't smell like doo. So...

And while they may protest,
And say that my motives only bring them distress,
I don't mind saying it, 'cause it's true:
It gives me another reason to spend time with you.

The Last Day (Before Things Go Back)

2010-01-03T13:28:00.000-08:00

It's like an eventide,
Where we're stuck between night and day.
And there we stand,
On the end of the universe.

We had everything.
Everything!
And now, we have to share
With the rest of existence.

I'm selfish. So are you.
We don't like to have to share,
But time plays us
Like instruments.

So, stare up at the cerulean sky,
And shout defiantly at the universe.
And maybe, just maybe,
We'll get another second to split between the two of us.

A Brand New Day

2010-01-02T13:17:00.000-08:00

A brand new day we have
To do what we want,
When we want,
And nothing gets in our way.

A kite unfurled, flies
Through the clouds, skies,
And always, always it will rise,
Flying higher, it never dies.

We can have something like that kite,
Always aloft, alove, alight.
Through the day, noon, or night,
And kites can always be in flight.

A brand new day we have,
A day free of obligations.
We can lounge about
Or do something else. Who knows?

A New Year

2010-01-01T13:02:00.000-08:00

A new year
Mustn't be a blue year.
It can be a true year,
One without new fear.

And the resolutions
With encourage evolutions,
Changes, alters, revolutions,
No ambiguities or convolutions.

A brand new year,
With a brand new plan
To take the world
And make demands.

A brand new year,
A brand new world
Is waiting out there
To be unfurled.

Get Ready!

2009-12-31T10:27:00.000-08:00

Get ready to hear:
"I haven't done such and such
All year."

Get ready to cringe,
Because our neighbors will
Most likely binge.

Get ready, for you know,
This time of year only comes around
Every 365 days or so.

Get ready, it's not so bad,
One thing ends, another begins,
It's what's to be had.

Get ready (again) to hear,
That I'm glad I get to spend with you
Another wonderful year.

Midway

2009-12-30T12:10:00.001-08:00

The center of things, I find, are best.
Like when you reach the center of something good:
You've gotten halfway there pleasantly,
And the rest, pleasantly, you should.

And when you're up against something bad,
And you reach that center mark,
You know you've only got halfway to go,
Before it's a walk in the park.

And if things are mediocre,
Or any other shade of medi-orange/yellow,
You've only got halfway more
Before you, in boredom, bellow.

So, halfway there, good bad or otherwise,
Can be a boon in itself,
But getting halfway there with you
Is where I find true wealth.

Three Day Bleakend

2009-12-29T11:03:00.001-08:00

There are times I'm glad I have
A break from work,
But then when I come back,
What's this: more stuff!

And then, with all the work piled up,
I'm backlogged.
I could definitely, maybe,
Use another vacation.

A post-vacation vacation,
What I need.
But then, when I got back,
What then?

Another vacation, on top of that.
A post-vacation-vacation vacation.
Or a post-post-vacation vacation.
At least I'd get to spend it with you...

Last Break

2009-12-28T10:51:00.000-08:00

Normally, a case of Mondays
Will ruin the complete set of Fundays.
But Monday, when you have a break,
Is a precious joy you must CERTAINLY take.

A rest, respite, a break, such peace,
To do what I want, when I want, how I please,
Provided it's okay with you-know-who,
The joy of my life, my sweetie-weetie-boo.

And together, we'll venture out into the world
And with each step, another mystery unfurled,
Like, if you spend too much time inside,
You'll soon feel over burdened outdoors, and wish to hide.

But hide or hair, or anything else,
I'll stay with her until the world's ice melts,
And then some, because, you know,
I kinda like her, and I love her so.

Breakcrate Day

2009-12-27T10:44:00.000-08:00

Finally! A day alone!
A day that I may call "my own."
Well, not alone as in "by myself."
But alone. No relatives or elves on the shelf.

We have this time, here, now,
To relax, to rest, to eat roasted cow,
To wallow and wade through tinsel and foil,
As if it were Merriment's fertile soil.

And then we sort, and order, and sort,
The piles of things not growing short,
And to each pigeon gets a pigeon hole,
And to each corpus goes a spirit or a soul.

Last and not least, let us always remember
That such joy and relaxation happens each December,
And what really counts, after all, in the end,
Is the people (or person) with whom this time you spend.

Breaksing Day

2009-12-26T10:37:00.000-08:00

And with that, the steam is gone
The air let out, the lining lon.
The goose is nothing more now but gristle
And grease and down, and maybe a thistle.

But, hey the stores are open now,
And we can go out and shop around,
Or return those things we didn't like,
Assuming we don't mind the hike.

But candles gone, one thing remains,
And it is not the bowl of Breakmas grains.
It is instead the family, kin,
Without whom I could not begin.

Family is there to help you out,
And give you light when all is doubt.
There is one such member I owe my life,
And that is her: my splendid wife.

Breakmas

2009-12-25T10:30:00.000-08:00

Ring the bells,
If you're feeling s'wells.
Jingle chimes,
And wrangle mimes!

It's the time of year
When friends and family are near,
And when grinches and scrooges
Find that if they don't alter their ways, they loses.

And yes! At last,
A feast! Repast!
And while everything's closed,
You don't have to go into work, which is good, I supposed.

So bang the clangor,
And clang in Bangor,
And let the winter snow.
It comes around once a year, but soon, it has to go!

Breakmas Eve

2009-12-24T10:24:00.000-08:00

And as the old, cold
Yuletide draws ever so near,
I'm glad I have my friend,
My companion, my dear.

The warmth we share,
The ways we care,
Like a simple prayer,
A vigil, or a snare.

And I'm caught,
A prisoner of love,
A captive in a gaol,
Free as a dove.

I remember the reason,
The reason for the season:
To be with those you love,
And to be filled with pleasin'.

Break, Part 2

2009-12-23T06:40:00.000-08:00

A second day I have
And it's better than the first.
It's the perfect time of day,
So good, it can't get worse.

And not because it's bad,
But because it's a joy
That I get to spend time with my girl,
And she spends time with her boy.

And while one day is gone,
Many days still remain,
And I wish for each and every one
To never have love refrain.

This time is great, it's priceless,
I love every moment,
Because your love is soothing, soft,
And for my heart, a foment.

Break, Part 1

2009-12-22T06:38:00.000-08:00

I'm glad, I'm glad
I get to take
A lengthy, needed,
Wanted break.

And with this break,
I get to spend
Some time with a girl
I wish to never end.

Rest, recuperation,
Relaxation,
All these I need
For my Vacation.

And then, there's time
We spend together,
The kinds of time
That should last forever.

Work One More

2009-12-21T13:00:00.001-08:00

One day, I have,
To work the soil,
To labor,
To toil.

And then, what's this?
A sevenight off?
A laugh! A cheer.
But not a scoff.

Time is precious,
And precious is time,
When spent with somebody
For whom I pine.

And my precious is spent
With time here with me.
It doesn't have to make sense.
I'm free! I'm free!

A Madness

2009-12-21T12:55:00.001-08:00

There is a method
When there is a madness,
And it fills the heart
With mirth and gladness.

There a method is
When madness appears
That takes away sadness,
Sobs and fears.

A method there is
When madness is nigh:
Makes one feel good
Enough to fly.

Is there a method
For when madness is around,
So we can take our time
And lose what's not found?

Break Breaking

2009-12-19T12:48:00.000-08:00

A break that is broke
Is still a break,
As it gives you time off
For you to take.

And if a break broke,
It hasn't broke the bank,
As vacation is a-plenty,
No sickness to thank.

And this time is best,
When it's best spent together,
Indoors, inside,
Away from the weather.

I enjoy my breaks,
For a break is to be taken
When we're both in danger
Of getting quite breaken.

Mouthurty

2009-12-18T13:24:00.001-08:00

You know: it should be against the law
For things to come and hurt your jaw!
And any doctor who says otherwise is quacking,
Or just wants to keep you from yakking.

After all, it would be a bore,
If everybody's jaw suddenly got sore.
And, man, how far would you have to walk
Just to find someone who could talk?

I hope that your pain is overcome,
As though you do like to talk, I don't like you overdumb.
While other husbands would praising their gods with a flute,
I know I couldn't stand to have a wife, mute.

So, I really hope that whatever it is
Gets gone soon, so that I can kiss
My wife, and also so she can grace me with words,
And not just whistle and click like a flock of birds.

Lonely

2009-12-17T14:43:00.001-08:00

When you don't get
Calls on the phone,
I bet it makes you
Feel alone.

And when you don't get
A little e-mail,
I bet I know
Just how you feel.

Terrible.

I'm sorry that
I get caught in a daze
And forget to send
Kind notes your ways.

I'm sorry that
I forgot again,
And made you feel
Anew, the pain.

Horrible.

Struck Luck

2009-12-16T09:04:00.001-08:00

A flight, a feather,
An arrow, a quiver,
A bow, an archer,
A heart. Struck.

A coin, a penny,
A horseshoe, a cricket,
A rabbit's foot,
A clover. Luck.

Candy, chocolate,
Marshmallows, sugar,
Cocoa, caramel,
Molasses. Sweet.

Beating, bleeding,

Pulsing, needing,

Churning, burning,

Turning. Heart.

Feathers

2009-12-15T09:12:00.001-08:00

I may like to wear some leather,
But I wouldn't wear some feather.
Nor would I pluck and pull
One for a quill.

I understand the need
To have the feathers preened,
And realize it's a must:
To keep them free of dust.

Without the feathers your wing
Will flap, and whine, and sing,
But you'll still be on the ground
Where danger can abound.

So, in order to keep you aflutter,
I'd sooner rather stutter
Than take a feather key
To aid in speech therapy.

Taking Flight

2009-12-14T09:09:00.000-08:00

You will find yourself alight
When you leap and take that flight.
You will find that you can soar
(And it's mostly not a bore).

One thing you must try,
The next time you fly,
Is to shoot for the stars,
Or weave around those flashy cars.

Or, to take it easy, take it light,
You could take a simply flight.
You could fly around the block,
Or make a nest in the corner clock.

As long as you're back here soon,
Preferably by noon,
So that we can have our lunch!
Munch, munch, munch, munch, munch.

Birdsong

2009-12-13T09:05:00.000-08:00

Tweet, tweet, the song,
It goes.
And like a mighty river,
It surrounds. It flows.

The feathers flutter downward
With each tiny gust
And the birdsong chases after
Like it always must.

The whistles cut through air
And they reach me near, or far,
Supplanting the squawks or squalor
Of the radio in my car.

And the birdsong is my favorite.
I hold it high above,
For the birdsong sings sweetly
Of my Little Bird's love.

Little Bird

2009-12-12T09:01:00.000-08:00

Little Bird, fly
Fly so high
Into the sky.
Fly, fly, fly.

Little Bird, don't forget
To sometimes land.
And here's my hand
(Though I don't demand).

And Little Bird, eat!
Eat your birdy food,
Eat it. It is good.
It gives nourishment you need.

Little Bird, when you fly,
Don't be gone for long,
For at times I miss your song.
Please return before the gong.

One More Day

2009-12-11T09:33:00.001-08:00

I've made up my mind!
I've decided to say:
I'll only love you
For one more day.

But don't get me wrong!
Don't take it that way,
'Cause what you might be thinking is:
"Only one day."

That's not the point,
So you need not try to sway
Me to declare that
I'll love you for more than one day.

For when tomorrow is today
And today is yesterday,
I'll love you again
For one more day.

Don't Fret!

2009-12-10T11:58:00.001-08:00

When the little stresses of life
Pile up on you, and load you with strife,
Just remember, sweet little wife:
Don't fret.

When things seem like they're all falling down,
And you've received a bowl in exchange for your crown,
Before you let yourself start to frown:
Don't fret.

Life will have its downs and ups,
Sometimes we're thirsty, with empty cups,
And other times they're flowing over,
And, what's this? A four-leaf-clover?

The bad times come, but then they're gone,
And there's no need to keep hanging on,
'Cause we know that causes us to sour,
We shouldn't be giving such things such power.

So, when those little annoyances are strong,
Just remember this simple little song,
And pretty soon, you'll be singing along:
Don't fret!

Encore

2009-12-09T08:32:00.000-08:00

"Encore," they say, when they mean "Go again."
Another round is always welcome
When the performance isn't lacking.
Especially when the performer melts your heart.

"Once more! Brava!" You'll hear me shout.
The words will echo in the halls,
And the echoes will ring the tiny bells,
Jangling the song in my heart.

And then, an encore. What fun is this!
I never imagined that such a day
Could be complimented by entertainment
Happening twice, so nice.

I'm glad that I have a private stage,
As I am very jealous.
But I know that you don't blame me.
You'd feel the same way. "Encore."

Missing Flavor

2009-12-08T08:34:00.001-08:00

There is a flavoring
For which I'm cravoring.
I wonder what it is,
Or where to get it.

Is it something from the store?
Why no! What a bore.
But it's something familiar.
Have I met it?

Maybe I'll take a seat
At the restaurant down the street,
And wait for that
Simple little flavor.

Or maybe it's at home,
When I'm not there alone,
And the meal I'm craving
Is one to savor.

A Freedom in Itself

2009-12-07T12:36:00.001-08:00

And with that, since you're free,
You can fly away, over the sea,
Or to the cloud wall, through it, in it,
Only to learn that the sky's the limit.

The shackle is gone
Little papillon,
And you're no longer anchored to life
(Though I must say, please stay and continue to be my wife).

And in those clouds,
Do what you're allowed
(Which is anything you like).
Don't feel like you have to succumb to early woes, be on strike!

In your freedom, reach for the stars,
They're out there to be grabbed, and held, so far.
And when you grab one, think of me,
Who worked so hard to help you be free.

Right in Place

2009-12-06T12:24:00.000-08:00

It's neat when things fall right in place,
And all of a sudden, you're done cleaning your place.
The whole house is clean, now what do we do?
I guess you could spend time with me, and I with you.

There's something to be said about those times
When there's nothing to do, but we're still tryin'
To figure out what needs to be done
Before we allow ourselves to have fun.

So, we look to the chart, and see what's left on it,
Be it washing the cats or brushing the bonnet,
Or washing the dishes, or cleaning the clothes,
Or juggling hedgehogs, or contemplating a nose.

And when all is finished, there's a quiet lull,
And I look to you, and I feel a pull
To say something, anything, whatever's worth it,
But I'm overcome, at times, by your beauty. Perfect.

Winter Chills

2009-12-05T11:46:00.000-08:00

The winter chills, they do grow cold,
Making one shake as if one were old.
The chills may freeze, and their winds waft,
And make us all feel like there's a bit of a draft.

That's why I'm glad that I have yous,
'Cause together we've got those BTUs,
And when the cold becomes epidermal,
We also have sheets, and clothes thermal.

But if my dear begins to shiver,
With Jack Frosts' arrows plentiful in his quiver,
I'll take away every last chill,
Even if I have to seal the window sill.

And once our home is nice and toasty,
And you're feeling warm and roasty,
We won't need to worry about a little snow,
Or if it gets to be something below.

Freedom!

2009-12-04T09:28:00.001-08:00

Done! What fun!
No longer do you need to run.
Nor do you need to feel the pressure,
As now you're done. It's lesser and lesser.

You can take a break,
Catch up on things for things' sake.
You can drink tea with a little pixie,
Or follow a ring with a hobbit tricksy.

You could even, you know, make some art,
And without worrying about a grade. A la carte!
And draw, and scribble, and doodle,
Or paint, or make a topiary poodle.

You're free! You're free! Don't scoff.
The chains have fallen right off,
And you've earned this time, this rest.
I certainly hope that it is the best.

Last Lap

2009-12-03T10:46:00.001-08:00

It's the last lap, and there's the end.
You're almost there, it's not pretend.
The tape is ready now, to be broken,
A symbol of accomplishment. A token.

And now, you have a lengthy break
That's completely yours, dare you take.
Some rest, some relaxation, some time to heal,
And to get things in order, and determine how you feel.

But, wow! Can you believe it? You're done!
I hope you're ready for a little fun.
I hope you've got yourself ready to have
Some time off to enjoy and laugh.

I'm proud of you. I really am!
I'm so glad you made it here again.
I certainly hope, without any fetter,
That your next round of classes will be much better.

Eagle Wings

2009-12-02T08:02:00.001-08:00

You're running down the track now,
Your chariot is on fire,
And you can see the finish tape,
And your muscle's are on fire.

How many miles left to go?
How many yards?
How many have you traveled
On this trip, ever so hard?

Just two more days to go,
And your marathon will be best,
For you'll get at least a few days
To catch up on your rest.

But right now, on winged heels,
You sprint along the ground,
And I'm here beside you,
Ready to catch, if you fall down.

Secret Museum

2009-12-01T08:16:00.001-08:00

There is a secret museum
Whose location is unknown
To many who may try to find it.
They are not alone.

Journey to find it,
And if you don't have a guide,
You'll probably not notice it,
As it tends to hide.

I'd like to change the museum,
Tear down the pickets,
Open up the doors,
And start selling tickets.

But this museum is hidden
In a secluded part
(Though it displays your art).
It's stuck there, in my heart.

Almost There!

2009-11-30T14:34:00.001-08:00

Just persevere, just a little while,
And then you’ll once again get to smile.
Don’t let yourself get so far down
That you’re incapable of expression, other than a frown.

Be reminded: all is not lost!
You’re almost at the end, at the level’s boss.
And then, you’ll get a break, and maybe a coast;
Some time of making the best, of which you will do most.

And let’s not forget the joys up ahead,
The pasture through which the briar patch led.
The cool, relaxing stream by which you can recline,
Or a cozy, comfortable home called “Yours and Mine.”

I know that you’re down, and that you’re distressed,
And I want to ensure you don’t get distressed,
So I’ll do what I can to bring you the simple joy,
After all, that’s my job as your boy.

My Name Is...

2009-11-29T10:52:00.000-08:00

I wear a hat, and a scarf,
And do the laundry.
I also do the cooking.
What more can I be?

I may not have the best defense
Against the germy germs.
And I may not be the best against
A patch of wiggly worms.

But I'll gladly look upon you
Through my tousled mop,
And feel like I'm in heaven,
Wishing it to never stop.

But when it does, I'll look on you
Again, and then again,
To keep returning to paradise
Until the very end.

POP!

2009-11-28T15:18:00.000-08:00

There is a girl who works SO hard,
But her husband has a head of lard.
She toils daily, and for all her trouble,
She has to deal with a guy with a brain like a bubble.

She grabs the needle, and holds it by the top,
The eye, and with a jab, she goes "Pop."
And then the room is covered in brain slime,
Which is usually is, most of the time.

And brain slime's not good for nurturing soil,
In fact, it's more like puss in a boil.
It breaks down the good and builds up the bad,
It wears out the happy, and makes stronger the sad.

So, before this poor girl has had her fill,
And must daily stifle this urge to distill,
I'll let her know: this thing must stop!
Ready, set, go... POP!

Thanks, Part 7

2009-11-27T06:09:00.000-08:00

To wrap up my thanks,
I'd like say what I'm thankful for most.
And this thing for which I'm thankful
I certainly like to boast.

I'm thankful that I have someone
Who's always there for me,
Be it in the early afternoon,
Or late night, half past three.

If ever I find myself too ill
To carry ever on,
She'll take good care of me
Until the sickness's gone.

There are those wedding vows:
"In sickness and in health."
I'm always rich, I'm never poor
When she's there; she's my wealth.

Thanks, Part 6

2009-11-26T17:00:00.000-08:00

I find I'm thankful and have a lot to say:
Thanks be for such a thanksgiving day.
I'm glad that every year it rolls 'round
And I am able to make a thankful sound.

I'm glad I have a wonderful spouse,
Who helps give me a wonderful house.
She's there to help me, every step,
Definitely glad I'm the one she kept.

I'm also glad that our life is filled
With felines whose whines are thoroughly skilled;
For when they feel they would like some chow,
They'll come up to you and meow, meow, meow.

But mostly, I'm glad that I have my Ambz,
And that she too has got her Hamz.
I wouldn't trade it for money or gold,
Or vintage collectibles, no matter how old.

Thanks, Part 5

2009-11-25T10:34:00.001-08:00

I'm thankful too for partial weeks,
So I don't have to put in 40,
And feel all wasted and tired
Exclaiming, "lordy, lordy."

I'm glad I can come home to a wife
Who's always glad to see me,
And I'm thankful I'm not someone else,
Wanting just to be me.

I appreciate the benevolence
And also all the grace
That helped put me where I am
Upon this very place.

I'm thankful that I can be here,
And that I have everything I need,
And most everything I want,
And have something to read.

Thanks, Part 4

2009-11-24T11:44:00.001-08:00

I'm most thankful for a wonderful wife,
Who's there every step of my wonderful life.
And on whom I may find support,
For she's always there, a bulwark, a fort.

She may be solid, but she's also soft,
Her heart is more open than an apartment loft,
And she lets me know that to her I'm dear,
And is very thankful every time I'm near.

I'm thankful to, for her love is beyond measure,
And were able to be evaluated, would be a precious treasure.
What she means to me, in one word is: all,
For she lifts me up or catches me every time I fall.

And she's always there to provide the kindest of words,
Or the loveliest of songs, like the sweetest of birds.
Or, she'll tell me sweet nothings until my ear falls off,
Or until I breathe my last breath, or cough my last cough.

Thanks, Part 3

2009-11-23T09:32:00.001-08:00

I'm sure you give thanks When I come home,
Ready to kill those spiders,
So you can lift your glass and toast
And then drink down all your ciders.

And though, at times, the bugs evade,
I do try to track them down,
As I know that sneaky arthropods
Tend to make you frown.

So, shoe or slipper or swatter be
In my hand, at the ready,
And the bugs' life will be cut short
By a cudgel at the steady.

I know that you like I
Have a distaste for bugs,
And so, when you need consolation,
I'll be there giving hugs.

Thanks, Part 2

2009-11-22T09:28:00.000-08:00

I am most glad and thankful
For the fact that my future's not murky.
I'm glad, too, that I get to eat
On loads of delicious turkey.

I'm thankful we have a home
With a roof over our heads,
And cozy flannel sheets
Covering our bed.

I'm thankful that when things seem down,
You are always there
To turn aside my sadful frown
And show me that you care.

I'm thankful that in sickness and health,
Be I able to run a marathon or get the flu,
You'll always be there to laugh and care
And I'll always be there for you.

Thanks, Part 1

2009-11-21T09:25:00.000-08:00

I'm thankful for my wife,
The love of my life,
Who is always there for me.

And when I have strife,
There is my wife,
To cut the chain and set me free.

I'm thankful that I can spend
Every last weekend
Sitting there by her side.

I'm glad and thankful too,
That she takes away my blues,
And fills me with a sense of pride.

Little T

2009-11-20T12:28:00.001-08:00

Yay! Okay. So, it's turkey day.
But not Turkey day with a capital T.
It's turkey day, for just you, and me.
And maybe the cats.

And I can't wait. I know it'll be GREAT.
It's like our own holiday.
What else is there to say?
Do we need special hats?

It's amazing, I'm crazing about future grazing.
We'll be stocked to the gills,
Stuffed to the sills!
And won't want to see another ounce of food.

But look! What we cook! Maybe not from any book,
Though it's something that's nummy
To fill up our tummy,
And make us feel really, really good.

Little Visits

2009-11-19T11:14:00.000-08:00

Little visits throughout the day
Add a little joy.
I guess I've got no choice but to say:
It takes away all my "oy."

I'm glad that I can flex my time
So I can spend some of it with you.
And while there may be no reason nor rhyme,
I'd take it, out of the blue.

The breaks of our days are nice,
And they give us a little boost
That we need to get through the ice
That keeps use less than juiced.

But pulped as it may make us
Whenever we're apart,
We know that it's not all loss:
When we're together, we get back the heart.

To Give

2009-11-18T08:25:00.001-08:00

If I had something more for you to take,
I'd let you have an extended break.
I want you to have recuperation, and to have rest,
Because I think you deserve the best!

I want you to feel energized, and renewed,
And not to feel worn out, beaten, crude,
Or feel that the world is weighing down
On you just 'cause it likes to see you frown.

You deserve warm baths with candles and scented salts
And delicious burgers and fries and chocolate malts.
You deserve rest, reclining, with cucumbers on your eyeses,
And only the most pleasant kinds of surprises.

Most of all, you deserve what you need,
Which is something for which you shouldn't have to plead.
You deserve just a little time away
From dreary monotony day after day after day.

The Two Bandits

2009-11-17T07:01:00.001-08:00

The bandits sneak up to the bag,
Their masks covering their eyes with a black flag;
They find in the bag a great treasure
Meant for their eating pleasure.

The bag, it tears, and the bandits see
A bounty of food, and it's all for free!
It's hard to believe, it's hard to debunk,
That someone would just get rid of this junk!

So, they gather up their spoils,
Before being spoiled by their toils,
And they do one more careful sweep.
They tread very quietly, 'cause everyone's asleep.

Then the pair of bandits hurry into the night,
And enjoy their feast, as the duo might.
They left the scene messy, a move quite rash,
But, then again, so is not disposing of your trash.

The Trou(m)bles

2009-11-16T14:59:00.001-08:00

I know that if
The world around me crumbles,
And if the bees that swarm
Aren't the kind with bumbles,
And if the ground is rocky
And we stumble,
Or if the life we live
Gets humbled,
Or if I get so deaf,
Everything is a mumble,
And we have to run from things,
And tumble,
And day by day, we force ourselves
Not to grumble,

I know that no matter what happens, as long as we have each other,
We don't need to worry about the trou(m)bles.

1 in 1,000,002

2009-11-15T14:41:00.000-08:00

If ever I feel a pain,
You won't rest until it's cured;
And if ever I lost my voice,
You'll do everything to make me be heard.

If ever I lose my way,
You'll help me get back on track;
And if ever I'm feeling down,
You'll be there to pat my back.

I've got a friend, I've got a companion:
Someone to help me share the load.
I've got a friend, I've got so much more;
And her presence is worth much more than gold.

If ever I start to cry,
You'll be there to wipe those tears;
And if ever I'm shuddered,
You'll chase away all my fears.

And, you know, if you ever need some help,
I'll do the same for you;
'Cause you're so special to me.
You're one in a million and two.

She's Got Beautiful Eyes

2009-11-14T18:01:00.000-08:00

She's a girl who holds the world
In her eyes. It's no surprise
That when she sighs, the Earth's reprise
Is to spin a little slower.

The moon looks down on hallowed ground
Wherever she walks; and her talks
Are musical words, better than birds'
Songs, making plants grower.

She's amazing in every way, amazed
Me when she knew my name. The same
Day I thought I'd just hide
From the world, or get lost.

And she picked me up, and helped me be
A better person; helping me not worsen.
And from that start, I've had a heart
With her name embossed.

Collections

2009-11-13T12:48:00.001-08:00

I am glad, once again
That the time has come
For the long and boring week
To draw to a close.

And then I shall pack my things,
Slinging my satchel over my shoulder
Returning home to those
Whom I love and adore.

Well, to her whom I love and adore,
And too two cats who are a nuisance.
But, the cats can't help it.
That's just their collective noun.

But the collective noun for us
Is not so humorous.
It's more true, than anything.
Our collective noun is "right."

Dragon Days

2009-11-12T10:29:00.001-08:00

The days can get quite long,
And drag themselves along.
But there's always after hours
To charge up that those quality powers.
And then we have the end of the week,
A time for which we often seek,
Because it's two days of rest,
Though three days would be better, it's still for the best.

And here I find that my face misses
Those sweet looks, those tender kisses.
And my body craves for mugs
Filled up with your loving hugs.

And my heart flutters away like a flock of birds
To hear you talk with your gentle words,
Especially those words so true,
When you tell me, "I love you."

What Pain!

2009-11-11T08:47:00.001-08:00

What pain, they say, when things hurt,
And oh, it just doesn't get better. Only wor't.
But relief, they say, is around the corner,
So don't let the agony make you any more forlorner.

You can pop analgesics until the pain stops,

But you only get a couple of hours, tops.
And then the pain comes back with a blast
Making you wish you had taken more in the past.

But pain is temporary; it shall soon be past,
Though I bet you wish it would move more fast,
As any pain at any time is quite too much
To deal with whenever, wherever, and such.

But if you're still hurting, here's what I'll do:
I'll make some time to help comfort you,
And help you deal with the intolerable pain
Before you (as I said before) start to go insane.

No More Stress

2009-11-10T10:08:00.001-08:00

The lack of stressing
Is a blessing,
As it helps you feel relaxed.

No more distressing,
Or repressing.
Time for fate to cut some slacks.

It's a good time of day,
Or so they say,
That gives us some respite.

And we get to recharge
From the troubles small and large,
For otherwise awful they would get.

The Show

2009-11-09T08:07:00.000-08:00

The artist arts to content her hearts,
But sometimes needs some recognition.
And when submitted to shows, she painfully knows
That she lacks that premonition.

Whether to win, or to again begin
After a walk of shame,
And spend some hours with artistic powers
To reenter the game.

The artist tries until she dies,
Or is at least exhausted,
Just to gain a little fame
In the sea of the world; not be lost-ed.

And then the call, her heart skips, pall-mall,
What is this, she now will know:
Both works have been accepted, not rejected,
And will be on display for the show.

A Champion for You

2009-11-08T08:02:00.000-08:00

When times are tough,
I find you need a knight,
And not an argument,
A disagreement, or a fight.

A shining knight to battle
And slay those nay-saying foes
And to come back home in the end
And assuage all your woes.

A champion to take the time
To make you know quite keen
His plans for helping you,
So you know just what he means.

This champion, I'd like to be,
And I'd like to be with you
So we can be together,
Loving, honest, caring, and true.

How Sweet

2009-11-07T13:49:00.001-08:00

If you ask me, my wife is so sweet;
How, you ask? She's got more sugar than a sugar beet.
She's much sweeter than the sweetest meat,
And she attracts fewer flies than extra-strength DEET.

Were she a shipping line, she'd have the best fleet.
Her living space is always tidy and neat.
She's got the loveliest two feet,
I notice as she walks down the street.

If my heart were a bird, it would go tweet, tweet, tweet,
When she comes around; What a treat!
Her beauty knocks me to my seat.
Being with her makes me feel elite.

My love for her is not discreet,
'Cause she makes my heart replete.
It's quite amazing: such a feat:
I'm complete.

Lazy Days

2009-11-06T06:29:00.001-08:00

The lazy days, they reduce the craze,
And clarify the busy haze.
They show us that there're better ways
To live out our together days.

And, oh I long for days like that
To happen before the week's gone flat,
To be you, me, and (or two) a cat
To laze about, or sleep, like Sat.

Parting is painful, especially now,
When parting is august. And how!
I just want to be free of row,
And brush the hair from your sweet brow.

I know that this would be my ideal life:
One free of peril, malice, strife,
In which the time does not cut like a knife,
And I can spend forever with my sweet wife.

The Falcon

2009-11-05T10:25:00.001-08:00

Just as the falcon soars above,
There is no limit to my love.
As the raptor's rapture's high,
My love, it flutters to the sky.

The hawk it flies unto the moon,
But my heart, it will get their soon.
The earth below, its grows to a dot
But never forgetting what there it's got.

And once it reaches to the highest peak,
It goes a bit further, and starts to creak.
It returns to the earth not because it's licked,
But because it realizes it's love-sicked.

And there my heart will settle best
In its warm and cozy nest
Where it will find what love demands
Nestled in between your hands.

The Mutant is Healthy

2009-11-04T09:14:00.001-08:00

"The mutant is healthy,"
The doctor will say.
And for that word of sooth,
You'll still have to pay.

I wish that my health, though
Could extend quite beyond,
And into other aspects
Of which I am fond.

Temperance, it's best said,
Should be the pinnacle of control,
Or else you may transform
Into a hideous troll.

And this troll, whose diet
Does not consist of goat
Will leave you stranded
In a lonely ocean on a boat.

Problem Solving

2009-11-03T10:53:00.000-08:00

When the chips and the cracks
Start to cut back the slacks,
I'll be here to solve the issue.

And when the heavy winds blow,
And the tears start to flow,
I'll be there with a tissue.

When those toils the pile
And they remove your smile,
I'll help you feel less like zero.

And when the troubles come back,
I'll give them quite an attack,
'Cause I know at times you need a hero.

And Then Some

2009-11-02T07:55:00.000-08:00

And while the outside grows dim and cold, I know I've got somebody to hold; And no matter what they naysayers say, I'll be here for you until the last day.

And then some.

They clock it ticks, and tocks away
The hours, minutes, seconds wane,
And I'd give my very last dime
To have a never ending supply of you and me time.

And then some.

In the mornings when the day is freezing, Another hour of rest would seem so pleasing, But we must both arise and face the world So ordered things don't slowly become unfurled.

And then some.

But it's not so bad, when we're apart,
Because we're still linked at the heart.
We don't have to worry, or have to fear, Because no matter where we go, we're always near.

And then some.

Little Rhyme-O

2009-11-01T04:40:00.000-08:00

Please don't feel sad or abandoned.
I have to write words 50-k,
In less than a month, you know,
I have to finish what I have to say.

But I'll still find time to spend with you,
While I'm toiling with 1667 w.p.d,
And not ever abandon you
To fix a plot hole, or make things more dialogue-y.

It's supposed to be a novel,
But I know that it's also my time,
And that time I don't have to be with you,
Though, I know I'll really try.

So, while I'm writing a magnum opus,
Or even an opus parvus,
I'll still tend to whatever you need,
Because you're simply marv'lous.

Hallowed Evening

2009-10-31T04:31:00.000-07:00

When spirits haunt the night, they find
That strangers can ofttimes be kind
And distribute paltry things, as sweets
To the goblins, ghouls, and ghosts to eats.

Together we sit and paint our pumpkins,
Better than the country bumpkins.
(I know they're not really pumpkins, but an orange fruit.
I just couldn't find a rhyme that would suit).

Halloween is a time when the spirits walk
Upon the streets, the roads, the dock,
And gather up a sackful of candy,
And go back to their graves thinking things are dandy.

But I'm glad that you're not a ghost,
Because being with you is what I love the most.
But, if you do become one, hear my want:
My heart is in the need of a perpetual haunt.

Break in Days

2009-10-30T10:56:00.001-07:00

There are times and there are ways
To get a little break in days,
And get some time to spend with you
('Cause that's what I'd like to do).

And on Fridays, I get to come
Home early, and be a bum.
Or we could get our groceries bought,
Or other things (there are a lot!).

We can watch the sun move, or the planes fly by, Or look deeply into each other's eye, Or we can watch the cats, quite amusing, Sleeping, snoring, reclining, snoozing.

Nevertheless, how we spend our time
Is wonderful, as it is just mine
(and I suppose, it can also be yours).
I love free time, especial in hours.

Match-Girl

2009-10-29T08:36:00.001-07:00

Match-Girl is a girl whose head
Is an Ohio blue tip match instead.
She can't go through life without a care, For the sign on her side says "strike anywhere."

And times, when the heat gets hot,
She struggles not to ignite with all she's got, Preventing the flames from getting loose, She knows that most matches are one-time use.

But the friction of life, it sometimes yearns To have little Match-Girl say "it burns,"
And live fully well up to her name,
Bringing forth a white, hot flame.

But Match-Girl knows well of this danger, And keeps away from the stressful stranger, And tries daily to fight woe and doubt, Because that will keep her from burning out.

The Champion

2009-10-28T07:21:00.001-07:00

When the world starts to overwhelm,
Grab your bracers, greaves, and helm.
Grab your shield and grab your sword
And ignore all but the encouraging word.

The naysayers and the ne'er-do-wells,
Their words may burn like the blazing hells, But, remember this, when they start to talk:
Their inane words are just mindless squawk.

But if you do need further proof,
Look into the mirror of truth.
It's image, you'll find, never lies,
Though the results may surprise.

I see you, a talented champ
Fighting against a soul-draining clamp,
Forced every day to deal with foes
Who add multiplicity to your woes.

But I also see a heroine, shining bright, Ready to rise up, to stand and fight Against people who hurtfully babble.
Free yourself from the rabble.

A Flight of Fancy

2009-10-27T12:42:00.001-07:00

Fly away into the sky,
Where the air is crisp and thin
Up into the atmosphere, fly
To the place where you begin.

The stars may shine down,
But they're just urging you up.
So, don't worry, don't cry don't frown.
Just empty that woeful cup.

There is no ceiling to break,
And there is not wall to hinder
Your progress up; you can take
The path you knew when you were a kinder.

Don't worry about the earthbound souls
Who like to tell you to fall, fall, fall, 'Cause you've surpassed their mundane roles And have joined the Sky's grand ball.

New Order

2009-10-26T08:43:00.001-07:00

If you change the order of things,
You will find the patterns upset.
But to give a little variety
May be one of the best things you can get.

You can find a whole new world
If you change your standard route.
And you could find you like a food
If you'd just let go of doubt.

And then there's those times when you find That things were better when You did all your tasks in a proscribed order, And you long to do it like that again.

But without change, you're living your life The exact same way each day.
So it's beneficial to try some new things.
You never know what will come your way.

Don't forget, though, those things you have That are tried and true.
No matter what new things come my way,
I'll never trade out for you.

When Tired's Tiered

2009-10-25T04:37:00.000-07:00

I'm sorry for the times I misunderstand.
I just want to take up and hold your hand
And tell you that things aren't so bad.
In fact, to be with you, I'm glad.

I'm sorry that at times, I'm a bit of a grump,
Or when I wander into a silent sort of slump.
I don't mean to partition myself off
From you, for you draw me like a light does moth.

You're hear for me, and I'm here for you,
Though, sometimes I forget the right thing to do.
I just want you to know that through rain or shine,
That I only want to be loving, and caring and kind.

It's difficult at times, when one takes the nocturne,
And the other, which is me, sticks with the diurne.
But, I know that after a little bit of time,
Things will be nice, be good, be fine.

Restful

2009-10-24T04:28:00.000-07:00

A day of rest is what we need
Moreso than a Lorax lacks a need for a thneed.
And that rest, it belongs hand-in-hand,
Together, in the merry restful land.

I'm glad for the days when we can spend
With one another, without having to send
One of us away on a tiresome chore
So we don't ever have to feel the bore.

Whatever it is, I'm sure we know
Every time we're together, we can take it slow.
Not only slow, but also quiet,
Ubiquitous silence, the antithesis of a riot.

Why can't we have this sort of deal
Always, for it's something I feel
Like those times when everything's serene,
Knowing what everything means.

Shiver

2009-10-23T09:37:00.001-07:00

The sleepy dreams, they're not enough
When the cold winds come and rebuff.
What I need is loving care,
For a lack of having more hair.

If a cover had ears, I'd probably thank it For being such a nice, cozy, warm blanket.
But a blanket is a blank, unless it's got Someone to use it when the air is not hot.

I'm thankful that, when the days grow cold, I don't have to shiver until I'm old.
There's someone out there, looking out for my life, To warm me up with a blanket and wife.

Storm

2009-10-22T08:38:00.001-07:00

The wind blows like a heavy gale,
And its gusts roll and fill the sale,
But on this stormy sea of fate,
We must find time to love, not hate.

The torrent shakes a mighty temblor,
And the rain is chill, like mid-December.
The waves they crest and fall to bow
And tear asunder our ship's prow.

The sun, it's face, nowhere to be found
In the sky or below the ground.
The clouds they roll and roil free,
And thunder claps most ominously.

But the storm is not a thing of end,
It can be a beginning, a sign to mend.
When the clouds have passed, the sun shines down, And helps to heal the sadly frown.

Little Helpers

2009-10-21T07:12:00.000-07:00

I'm glad we have our little helpers
To tell us what to do.
If we stand around for long enough,
They'll prompt us with a "mew."

"You're doing it wrong," or perhaps,
"You're not doing it right!"
And if you ignore them for too long,
Goodness! What a fright!

With pitiful sounds, they try to
Control us with their tiny yelps,
But we know better, mostly,
That they're manipulative whelps.

But at times, they'll stand up tall
And belt out a meow,
Which can be considered a cat's call
For "Feed me! Right now!"

The Tooth!

2009-10-20T07:23:00.001-07:00

The tooth? Can you handle the tooth?
I know it hurts, I know it pains!
But, the tooth, the tooth, it still remains, The jolting hurt, as psyche stains.

I'm glad it hurts much less, now.
The tooth! Alas! What trouble;
More so, were it double!
Hurting more than ingrown stubble!

But the pain has subsided with no dentic proof, You're doing better, less the hurt, Though while you chew, you're more alert, And wish to render the pain inert.

Fear you not, and don't sweat the brow!
If trouble persists, we'll make a trip
To the dental practitioner without a slip, And get that tooth in condition, shapely-ship.

Cider Bath Rules

2009-10-19T08:03:00.000-07:00

When cinnamon spices and boiling, or mulling, Makes you glad of apples' culling.
And when the rocks go fizz, snap, pop,
It makes you wish it would never stop.

The spicy scent of apple cider
Does not need Halloween decor, zombies, a spider, To make the autumnal effect complete.
It need not be ghost and ghoul replete.

And in fact, with holiday cheer,
One could drink cider in place of beer,
Or grandpa's favorite 100 proof 'nog,
Or the hair of the you-biting dog.

It spans the time from fall and snow
And were it able to be harvested there below, Would also be a summer treat (But we don't have to let that sign defeat).

Just 'Cause

2009-10-18T11:13:00.001-07:00

Please don't think I am a creep,
Just because I watch you sleep.
I'm simply enamored, I find I lose
Time's track to watch you snooze.

To hear you breathe while you dream away,
It makes me feel like today
I should do what I can just to kepp
You from waking up; Go back to sleep.

While you're there with your dreams,
Is life different than it normally seems?
Are you glad to have 40 winks to take,
And sleep right now, not yet to wake?

And when you arise, what will you do?
Will you yawn, and stretch, and coo?
Will you wake from your dream like the slice of a knife
And find your dreams come true in waking life?

Olden Times

2009-10-17T08:44:00.000-07:00

A long, long time ago,
We were in a different land
Walking through those different streets,
Holding on, hand in hand.

We journeyed out, and met the king,
We met the prince, the duke, the queen,
And all the present company,
We met them on the scene.

We watched the mighty birds of prey,
We took the time to feast with lords,
We had ourselves a glorious day,
And watched the jester swallow swords.

All in all, I must truly say
That a day best spent with you
Is a day best spent, wherever we went,
As long as that day is true.

More Oranges

2009-10-16T12:11:00.001-07:00

It may be by now, you're sick of oranges,
But a quest is a quest, no matter how boringes.
From up on high, to the dinosaurs below,
Wher this started, who is to know.

After the quest
Comes the rest.
(The rest of what? You might say).
A restful weekend, starting today.

"Hold on," you say,
"It's not that easy.
I hope you're seated,
Or, if you aren't won't be queasy."

A trip to where?
How long a drive?
Well, I suppose it's not so bad,
As long as we're together, alive.

The Creatures of Doom

2009-10-15T07:42:00.001-07:00

Vile creatures slither and slink
And put you almost at the brink
Until you simply must rebuff
Before you say, "I've had enough!"

The creatures that bite, and those that slink, And those that slime, and creep, and stink Will have no chance, absolutely no way To bother you, once you've used pest-spray.

And it won't be a sweltering heat
Turning your skin and muscles into well-done meat, As I would hope the next time you're there, The weather is nice, and the sky is clear.

So, oranges, and dolls, and all manner of things Will be before us in droves, in rings, And you'll take pictures, and maybe a sketch, And won't have to worry about a pestly wretch.

Takin' Care of Me

2009-10-14T12:14:00.001-07:00

I know that at times I'm ill,
But you find it in your heart to take care of me still.
I know that at times I probably seem sad,
But that doesn't keep you from making me glad.

I know that at times I feel simply tired,
But that doesn't make you tell me "As a husband, you're fired."
I know that at times I'm simply a grump,
But you don't strap me to the roof of the car and drive me to the dump.

I know that at times I tend to be quiet,
But that doesn't make you start a riot.
I know that at times I can be a pain,
But that doesn't make you any less sane.

I know that at times I'm simply a bore,
But you don't see me as an onerous chore.
And I know that at times I try to be perfect,
And when I'm not, you know I mean no disrespect.

The Brainless

2009-10-13T10:21:00.000-07:00

Many times, and interesting tale
Involves a hero who is bright as a snail.
For, if our dashing youth were smart,
The story wouldn't make it past the first part.

So, bumbling, he goes, into the fray,
And we sit and watch and sigh away.
Keep this in mind, while in your strife:
This hero is a slice of life.

IRL, we see events ring
When people do the dumbest things.
"What were they thinking? Were they drunk!?
Did somebody replace their brain with a stone chunk?"

At least, we can both be glad
That the each other's brain's not so bad,
And when the time is right, we can do our part,
And only contribute to things that are smart.

What a Pain!

2009-10-12T09:11:00.000-07:00

What pain, it feels, to have to go
Back to work. Don't it blow?
And then you just sit and watch
The time go by upon the cloch.

The steam whistle blows,
But not like work, you knows,
It's usually a better sound,
Telling you to hit the ground.

Though, each evening, as short as they are
Are like little weekends, the real being far
Away. But things don't have to feel that blue,
'Cause until then, you have me, and I have you.

Party Time

2009-10-11T08:59:00.000-07:00

I know that some times, we don't have time for fun,
But I know that today was a day that wasn't one,
As I feel that from beginning to last,
Sunday, funday, was a wild and crazy blast.

It's not every day we get to do
Some things that make us less blue,
But when we do get a chance,
It's like feelin' so good, you just gotta dance.

Gimme a Break!

2009-10-10T08:51:00.000-07:00

There comes a time when you need to take
A break.
And I'm glad that you can take one
With me. Fun.

The work will be there when you are
Ready. So far,
It's not more than you can bear,
I swear.

But, just to be on the safe side,
Abide
By this simple rule: If you ever feel bad,
Or sad

Just call on Jacob, and he'll make you feel glad.

Short by Sweet

2009-10-09T10:51:00.001-07:00

I find myself always glad to spend
My days with her on the week's end.

Smiles and Non Frowns

2009-10-08T10:11:00.001-07:00

Don't be fooled by my lack of a smile.
I'm only like that every once in a while.
'Cause when I'm around you, in our place,
Sometimes a smile creeps unexpectedly to my face.

If I were you, I'd take this as found:
That if I'm sad, I'll wear a frown.
If I'm happy, which is my usual state,
My mouth may not say it, but inside, I'm great.

I guess when I smile, I'm really, really glad,
So when I'm not grinning, please don't feel bad!
Part of it is, I don't want to be fake,
And have a smiled believed when it's make.

Be it years of trying to hide my heart,
Or something in my brain keeping soul and mouth apart,
I want you to know that you fill me with such joy,
And that I'm glad to always be your boy.

Laugh, Love, Dance

2009-10-07T08:52:00.001-07:00

The tasks at hand are rarely done,
As when you do complete 'em,
You then get handed even more,
And then you must defeat 'em.

Recurring tasks, they never end,
And when they come, they come.
They're always there, so don't pretend
That away them you run from.

But there's hope, or so I hope,
That there will be a cease of tasks,
And then you and I will finally
Get a chance to relax.

In the meantime, though,
Let's take every chance
We have to spend time with one another,
To laugh, love, and dance.

The Gate, Revisted

2009-10-06T09:46:00.000-07:00

At the gate
I sit and wait.
And as the hours wax,
I find that fate
Finds time to wait.
To sit down, and relax.

But we do not
Have the time fate's got
To be at ease, at rest,
For we have got
Work (quite a lot)
As the sun goes east to west.

But at the gate,
I find it's great
When I get paid a little visitation
And though it's late,
And though I wait,
I find I'm in more than one location.

And so I awake
With dreams to take,
To find myself under cover.
And my heart will quake,
But never break:
Such love from a lover.