The One Hundred Forty First, May 20, 2011

in my car, I am king
this is my world
I alone am in control
you are unimportant
you do not count
you are not even in my world
I drive
changing lanes because I can
you must move
this is my road
you do not exists
answer a call
conversation is all that matters
there is no traffic
this is my world
speed limits are for others
they do not apply to me
horn honks
my finger raises in salute
this is MY road
you need to stay home
radio plays my favorite song
I need to dance
drifting across lanes
I can
it is my world
you need to move
only I matter
red lights flash
I stop
what did I do wrong, Officer?
clueless and self absorbed
the hell of traffic

The One Hundred Fortieth, May 19, 2011

I stopped to smell a flower today
the fragrance lightly floating by
subtly captured my attention
drawing me irresistibly toward it

mind numbed by its presence
to the worries of the day ahead
settling into a simpler place
a world of peace and comfort

such a small thing as a flower
a brief moment spent enjoying
the memory my companion
through the rest of the day

too often I pass flowers by
thinking of sneezes if at all
far to rare are these moments
time I slowed down once more

tomorrow I need to stop and smell a flower......

The One Hundred Thirty Ninth, May 18, 2011

today I said goodbye
to my friend Errol
though only a bird
he was still family

he came as a gift
stayed for a while
almost 12 years
I miss him already

the wind is yours
at last you can soar
fly free, dear Errol
as freely as my tears

The One Hundred Thirty Eighth, May 17, 2011

why do we laugh
what makes us smile
how can we hold it
and share it with all

the world needs it
a laugh and smile
to chase away hate
and wrap us in love

a Coke won't do it

The One Hundred Thirty Seventh, May 16, 2011

can we truly excuse
deliberate ignorance
or abusive bickering
as acceptable today?

you say, I say, they say
too many words said
not enough heard
and even less done

time means very little
the status quo remains
keep sliding down hill
let tomorrow find hope

you can feel no blame
for actions left undone
as long as you claim
it was only their fault

I say end the excuses
place the fault at home
with us for we reelect you
there is the true ignorance

The One Hundred Thirty Sixth, May 15, 2011

Sunday

sedate
unhurried
narcissistic
decadent
altruistic
yede

The One Hundred Thirty Fifth, May 14, 2011

Gray heavy oppressive
from sky to earth, filled
a burden pressing down
draining away happiness

rain drifts lightly to earth
kissing the grass hello
quenching their thirst
as they wait on the sun

it is from this gray day
comes the joy of flowers
birds washing loudly
happiness abounds

I only needed to change my perspective....

The One Hundred Thirty Fourth, May 13, 2011

lost thoughts drift
technical difficulties
thoughts expressed
technical difficulties

yesterday is missing
technical difficulties
created and eaten
technical difficulties

hope it will return
technical difficulties
I feel I lost part of me
technical difficulties......

The One Hundred Thirty Third, May 12, 2011

wandering in my mind
looking at the scenery
feeling a bit confused
where did that come from?

collections of things
boxes of old dreams
trunks of past ideas
mind filled with clutter

these are who I am
pieces that make me
when all put together
to complete the puzzle

none will be cast off
even though I try
they cannot leave me
these are who I am

wandering in my mind
admiring the scenery
feeling rather proud
understanding who I am

The One Hundred Thirty Second, May 11, 2011

silence

long
cold
drawn
oppressive
heavy
contemplative
thoughtful
deep
warm
tender
soft
gentle

needed

The One Hundred Thirty First, May 10, 2011

we often confuse
worry for thought
deluding ourselves
they are the same

we worry too often
think not enough
troubles grow larger
hope drains away

time to face reality
admit when it fails
stop needless worry
force deeper thought

worry makes haste
faster and faster we go
desperate for answers
which slip farther away

thinking helps us to slow
creating a calmer mind
answers are more stable
solutions can be found

it is time I remember this
breathing deep and slow
letting true thought rise
leaving worry behind

The One Hundred Thirtieth, May 09, 2011

I do not see what you see
I do not hear what you hear
I have traveled my own path
and you have been on yours

we know different worlds
as we stand side by side
watching the same events
seeing distinct phenomenon

perhaps similar enough
that we can recognize them
perhaps so uniquely altered
as to be a from a new world

how can one ask another
to blindly be like themselves
without altering the vision
and limiting the wonder?

imagine how dull it would be
if there was only one vision
if there was only one sound
if there was only one truth

I am not you, you are not me
this is why living matters
to create our own worlds
and live the lives we are given

Be unique, be original, be who you are

The One Hundred Twenty Ninth, May 08, 2011

Mother


unconditional
from first breath beyond our last,
Mom, the name of love

The One Hundred Twenty Eighth, May 07, 2011

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!

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!

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

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!

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

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

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