oh glorious day
sun warms hearts
filled with pride
new chapter begins
lines of faces waiting
expectation clear
long awaited day
graduates cheer
family and friends
all overjoyed
till tears leak out
so emotionally full
another Spring graduation!
Saturday, May 7, 2011
Friday, May 6, 2011
The One Hundred Twenty Seventh, May 06, 2011
Ode to National Home Brew Day, May 7, 2011:
brew, brew,brew
drink, drink, drink
on the same day
makes me think
everyone brewing
throughout the land
welcoming the new
lending a hand
share the lessons
that you have learned
passing on skills
that you have earned
Beer! It's what's cooking!
brew, brew,brew
drink, drink, drink
on the same day
makes me think
everyone brewing
throughout the land
welcoming the new
lending a hand
share the lessons
that you have learned
passing on skills
that you have earned
Beer! It's what's cooking!
Thursday, May 5, 2011
The One Hundred Twenty Sixth, May 05, 2011
greed and avarice
destroying culture
as they always have
it is being civilized
the only way to grow
is buy what you see
wanting so much
yet needing so little
we have it wrong
looking at things
we are backwards
trying to buy success
be happy and love
be loved in return
and you have worth
greed cannot touch
capitalism doesn't get you everything
destroying culture
as they always have
it is being civilized
the only way to grow
is buy what you see
wanting so much
yet needing so little
we have it wrong
looking at things
we are backwards
trying to buy success
be happy and love
be loved in return
and you have worth
greed cannot touch
capitalism doesn't get you everything
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
The One Hundred Twenty Fifth, May 04, 2011
seasons change
as time goes by
spring to summer
fall to winter
this we know
and understand
but not like this
changing by day
spring to summer
back to spring
back to summer
please make up my mind!
as time goes by
spring to summer
fall to winter
this we know
and understand
but not like this
changing by day
spring to summer
back to spring
back to summer
please make up my mind!
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
The One Hundred Twenty Fourth, May 3, 2011
so many miles between
and still they are so close
as the heart holds near
family so far from home
or new relationships
distance has dwindled
friendships seem to form
locations meaning little
mutual thoughts mingle
common interests shared
universal thoughts mixing
unity in spite of separation
the joyous side of tech
reaching so far so fast
touching other cultures
but forget the names
of those living next door
that we see every day
what a strange world
and still they are so close
as the heart holds near
family so far from home
or new relationships
distance has dwindled
friendships seem to form
locations meaning little
mutual thoughts mingle
common interests shared
universal thoughts mixing
unity in spite of separation
the joyous side of tech
reaching so far so fast
touching other cultures
but forget the names
of those living next door
that we see every day
what a strange world
Monday, May 2, 2011
The One Hundred Twenty Third, May 02, 2011
brain is racing
marathon of thought
unable to slow
random and chaotic
frantic chasing
seeking resolutions
unable to focus
caroming relentlessly
need to breathe
restoring a balance
day is too young
to be so busy so soon
breathe not gasp
calm finally coming
clearing thoughts
and now to face the day
marathon of thought
unable to slow
random and chaotic
frantic chasing
seeking resolutions
unable to focus
caroming relentlessly
need to breathe
restoring a balance
day is too young
to be so busy so soon
breathe not gasp
calm finally coming
clearing thoughts
and now to face the day
Sunday, May 1, 2011
The One Hundred Twenty Second, May 1, 2011
morning has indeed broken
many thousands of pieces
now laying on the ground
myriad puddles collecting
no glittering diamonds yet
as gray remains the sky
grasses sing drunkenly
from over indulgence
trees sway in tipsy glee
all the thirsts are sated
the air is freshly washed
as flowers dance merrily
many thousands of pieces
now laying on the ground
myriad puddles collecting
no glittering diamonds yet
as gray remains the sky
grasses sing drunkenly
from over indulgence
trees sway in tipsy glee
all the thirsts are sated
the air is freshly washed
as flowers dance merrily
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