Chime

Cyclical sensation of spinning in time
Year after year we yell with a chime 
A countdown to toast a loop 'round the sun
Never quite knowing how many times it's been done
Let's make a new list of things to achieve
Goals that we all should hope to exceed
Let's become more lean, let's make more green
Let's even spend less time in front of a screen
So Happy New Years folks, here comes 2019


Dickens

Now ghosts coming for Christmas is a thing of the past.
But somehow, someway Dickens still lasts.
Halloween stole the tales of things that go boo.
But I'm here to tell you that's not always true.
Can you imagine as a child you're left Home Alone.
Or your son thinks he's an Elf but is fully grown.
These horrors still ring like a bell that gifts wings.
Some people even Die, as Hard as that seems.
Enjoy your own tradition on this 25th day.
For me it's a poem, so Merry Christmas I say.


Keister

The bunny hunt, an egg appears
I can wipe away my tears
Four years old and filled with strife
But now all is well within my life
I've found an egg, my victory is sure
Wait someone found two? My vision blurs
Tears again stream down my face
Frantic I search like I'm running a race
Behold another, and another still
Eggs of color, my basket does fill
Time is called, the counting done
I've won the hunt, I've won, I've WON!
I've kicked all my foes right in the keister
And to all of you I wish a Happy Easter


Undancing

Silent succulent silly mind
Running drops floating blind
Quill in hand print undefined
Debutant ball undancing we fall
Lost spatially gaps rewind


Horizon

And so it goes for yet to be
That all there is for us to see
Is but a figment of our mind
Warping space through referenced time
Stuck inside a universe
Collapsed into a state, what's worse
Shall I still try to find a way
Beyond the border where I stay
Pushed to edge, decided so
Forever I shall never know
Horizon limit stretched by time
In thy self the truth will find.


Others

Here's a story sad but true
Everyday I think of you
What I could have done or changed
Anyway the pieces could rearrange
Broken empty meaningless
False presented lifefullness
Want to end the misery
Then simply sing alone with me
Stab a knife into your eye
Jump off a building ten stories high
Slit your wrist inside your tub
Slash your throat, gross too much blood
OK let's try a different refrain
Like a needle in your vein
Or lots and lots of sleeping pills
Fall asleep til you're rigid steel
So why is it I don't take the plunge
Tie a noose, that won't come undone
Cause everyday I think of you
Of others who'd be saddened too
At least for a year or two
So meaningless continues today
For others peace of mind I stay


Park

Somehow reverse allotted time
Backward undo my own mind
Collapse construction framed again
Into the void my life begins
When in the space of matter dark
Welcome to the physics park

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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.