listening to the voices
that chat through the night
disturbing my slumber
again
not inside my head though
this time external forces
deeply enjoying life
again
fun times had with friends
enjoyable moments in time
they are not my moments
again
it is not me being bitter
that times have gone by
I don't need to live them
again
I only ask for consideration
remember others are here
living lives outside yours
still
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Friday, February 18, 2011
The Forty Ninth, Feb. 18, 2011
say farewell to the middle class
as government focuses on greed
bows further to business desires
and ignores the ones that vote
too long have we remained silent
letting the interest set the path
now the answer is coming
be rich and in charge or poor
Protests in the Middle East
crying out for a change
are echoed now in Wisconsin
as they seek to take away rights
keep the tax breaks for business
and take away all from the poor
let the trickle down economy go
and see what puddles at the bottom
how much longer will this continue
before the people here find a square
and set up our own little camp sites
seeking to take back our land?
Two parties fight and they bicker
too content to blame the other
no one is listening any longer
to the voices that cry out in shame
We the people don't matter today
only the money has a voice
I would like to buy a majority
and tell them to fire themselves
as government focuses on greed
bows further to business desires
and ignores the ones that vote
too long have we remained silent
letting the interest set the path
now the answer is coming
be rich and in charge or poor
Protests in the Middle East
crying out for a change
are echoed now in Wisconsin
as they seek to take away rights
keep the tax breaks for business
and take away all from the poor
let the trickle down economy go
and see what puddles at the bottom
how much longer will this continue
before the people here find a square
and set up our own little camp sites
seeking to take back our land?
Two parties fight and they bicker
too content to blame the other
no one is listening any longer
to the voices that cry out in shame
We the people don't matter today
only the money has a voice
I would like to buy a majority
and tell them to fire themselves
Thursday, February 17, 2011
The Forty Eighth, Feb. 17, 2011
Old friends reunited once more
a smile remembered warmly
as if it had been only yesterday
separation seems trivial
conversation resumes its pace
as though it has never ceased
coming back together once again
like wearing a favorite old sweater
catching up is a precious time
not to be hurried or rushed
but to be savored like fine wine
as it only improves with age
how warm and wonderful it is
to once more feel that part
which was missing in our lives
though it was never really gone
they are always there inside us
a part of who we are today
because they helped to shape us
which is why we still fit
to old friends I have kept within
know that you are still part of me
remembered often with fondness
even if I do forget to write
a smile remembered warmly
as if it had been only yesterday
separation seems trivial
conversation resumes its pace
as though it has never ceased
coming back together once again
like wearing a favorite old sweater
catching up is a precious time
not to be hurried or rushed
but to be savored like fine wine
as it only improves with age
how warm and wonderful it is
to once more feel that part
which was missing in our lives
though it was never really gone
they are always there inside us
a part of who we are today
because they helped to shape us
which is why we still fit
to old friends I have kept within
know that you are still part of me
remembered often with fondness
even if I do forget to write
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
The Forty Seventh, Feb. 16, 2011
quiet stillness opens the mind
the inner ears listen raptly
for sounds no other can hear
calming the anxious spirit
times for deeper contemplation
come more often than heeded
life moves too fast toward nothing
sometimes not moving is best
that small soft voice within
will not raise to be heard
unless we lower to meet
that moment will be lost
there is no secret way
each must find their own
the path is unique for all
only we can find our key
the quest of discovery
to find that special place
is indeed one of worth
for there in lies the treasure
discovery of who and why
the parts that make us unique
are also the parts the mold us
to fit our place in the world
sitting in my quiet place
on the pier in my mind
cool water on my bare feet
a breeze brushes my face
my special sunset glows
the world stills around me
sounds of night begin
and peace settles on my soul
this is my still and quiet place
a place to get out of my way
to stop thinking and listen
to discover who I am
do not think I am ignoring
or avoiding you at all
I am merely enjoying a sunset
in my own little world
the inner ears listen raptly
for sounds no other can hear
calming the anxious spirit
times for deeper contemplation
come more often than heeded
life moves too fast toward nothing
sometimes not moving is best
that small soft voice within
will not raise to be heard
unless we lower to meet
that moment will be lost
there is no secret way
each must find their own
the path is unique for all
only we can find our key
the quest of discovery
to find that special place
is indeed one of worth
for there in lies the treasure
discovery of who and why
the parts that make us unique
are also the parts the mold us
to fit our place in the world
sitting in my quiet place
on the pier in my mind
cool water on my bare feet
a breeze brushes my face
my special sunset glows
the world stills around me
sounds of night begin
and peace settles on my soul
this is my still and quiet place
a place to get out of my way
to stop thinking and listen
to discover who I am
do not think I am ignoring
or avoiding you at all
I am merely enjoying a sunset
in my own little world
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
The Forty Sixth, Feb. 15, 2011
what good is the night
when sleep is not part
but tossing and turning
wakefulness rules
morning arrives too soon
the day dragging feet
dozing off is the pastime
not a very happy day
brain function is reduced
subsistance levels only
rational thought is lost
little hope of logic
body cries out for sleep
mind echoes the plea
duty stands tall in the way
time for revolution
Revolution complete
the rebel forces win
triumph for the masses!
I take a nap.
when sleep is not part
but tossing and turning
wakefulness rules
morning arrives too soon
the day dragging feet
dozing off is the pastime
not a very happy day
brain function is reduced
subsistance levels only
rational thought is lost
little hope of logic
body cries out for sleep
mind echoes the plea
duty stands tall in the way
time for revolution
Revolution complete
the rebel forces win
triumph for the masses!
I take a nap.
Monday, February 14, 2011
The Forty Fifth, Feb. 14, 2011
Happy Valentine's Day
My Love, My Joy, My Heart!
How my breast fills to see you smile!
To touch the warm, soft skin of your hand
and hold it to my lips! Joy beyond compare!
I see the stars, sparkling in your eyes
and feel the warmth of the sun from your smile.
Thoughts of you fill my day with happiness
as I long for the time when we can be together
time to hold you in my arms, to kiss your lips
sharing my life with the one that I love.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
The Forty Fourth, Feb. 13, 2011
commercialism and hype
love means little alone
you have to show with cash
spend spend spend
buy expensive gifts
just to prove your love
because giving your heart
makes no one else a profit
I declare my freedom
from Hallmark holidays
and send a gift that lasts
that doesn't come in a box
love is in the air
how do you gift wrap that?
the value is in the gift
not the price tag it has
love is free but not easy
it takes time and energy
commitment and dedication
flowers are for the lazy
say "I love you" as you feel it
and show it in all you do
the gift will last much longer
when you give it every day
love means little alone
you have to show with cash
spend spend spend
buy expensive gifts
just to prove your love
because giving your heart
makes no one else a profit
I declare my freedom
from Hallmark holidays
and send a gift that lasts
that doesn't come in a box
love is in the air
how do you gift wrap that?
the value is in the gift
not the price tag it has
love is free but not easy
it takes time and energy
commitment and dedication
flowers are for the lazy
say "I love you" as you feel it
and show it in all you do
the gift will last much longer
when you give it every day
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