Sunshine brightens the lawn
squirrels frolicking around
those nasty evil tree rodents
tormenting the poor dogs
no, wait, no tormenting
dogs are too busy sleeping
soaking up the sunshine
it is a hard life they live
they keep vigilant watch
protecting me from harm
in the sun with eyes closed
scaring the evils with snores
I love those two clueless mutts!
I made a pledge to myself to write a poem a day for the entire year. Now to follow through. I preface this with a reminder; most of the poems written for this year long project will be done so spontaneously and therefore will not be edited. Bear with me on this. The project goal is to get them written over getting them perfect. Several times there will simply be the poem with no title. When that happens suggestions for a title will be welcomed in the comments.
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Friday, April 1, 2011
The Ninety Second, Apr. 1, 2011
Do we really need a day
to honor being the fool
when we act the part
already nearly every day?
I feel the timing is wrong
we need to move this
instead of April 1st
it should be in November
The first tuesday will do
then perhaps for a change
we would fall for the prank
and elect a worthy one
to honor being the fool
when we act the part
already nearly every day?
I feel the timing is wrong
we need to move this
instead of April 1st
it should be in November
The first tuesday will do
then perhaps for a change
we would fall for the prank
and elect a worthy one
Thursday, March 31, 2011
The Ninety First, Mar. 31, 2011
you look my way but do not see
I watch your eyes lose focus
you deliberately see beyond me
though you may not even know
you look away as you approach
moving nonchalantly to the side
avoiding any chance of contact
as though I am a fatal a disease
yet you do not even know me
have never seen me before
you judge on your impression
revealing your ignorance
I am a person the same as you
not worse, but perhaps better
I understand my blindness
and so I seek to open my eyes
and so before you judge another
you need to look with your heart
not with your distorted glasses
of biased social misconceptions
when you find the true value
you may be shocked to see
that the value is not within you
but is found in things you miss
I watch your eyes lose focus
you deliberately see beyond me
though you may not even know
you look away as you approach
moving nonchalantly to the side
avoiding any chance of contact
as though I am a fatal a disease
You assume I am nothing
you assume I have no value
you assume most incorrectly
but you are too blind to see
yet you do not even know me
have never seen me before
you judge on your impression
revealing your ignorance
I am a person the same as you
not worse, but perhaps better
I understand my blindness
and so I seek to open my eyes
and so before you judge another
you need to look with your heart
not with your distorted glasses
of biased social misconceptions
when you find the true value
you may be shocked to see
that the value is not within you
but is found in things you miss
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
The Ninetieth, Mar. 30, 2011
Dear Founding Fathers
Oh! how you are missed
as democracy bends over
without even being kissed
Your pains and struggles
are fading from our sights
as we knuckle under fears
signing away our rights
Fear of failed Wall Street
the illusion of free money
fear of failed economy
no more milk and honey
fearing hostile agressions
from foreign extremists
never thinking to fear
those within our midst
we've lost the words of F.D.R.
or put them on a shelf
"The only thing we have
to fear is fear itself"
Where are our heroes
Jefferson, Henry, Paine
with words of fiery zeal
and give us courage again
We the People of These United States.....
Oh! how you are missed
as democracy bends over
without even being kissed
Your pains and struggles
are fading from our sights
as we knuckle under fears
signing away our rights
Fear of failed Wall Street
the illusion of free money
fear of failed economy
no more milk and honey
fearing hostile agressions
from foreign extremists
never thinking to fear
those within our midst
we've lost the words of F.D.R.
or put them on a shelf
"The only thing we have
to fear is fear itself"
Where are our heroes
Jefferson, Henry, Paine
with words of fiery zeal
and give us courage again
We the People of These United States.....
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
The Eighty Ninth, Mar. 29, 2011
what is in your heart
what is in your wallet
which is more important
and who really cares
my heart is full
my wallet empty
and I know I care
I like my priorities
what is in your wallet
which is more important
and who really cares
my heart is full
my wallet empty
and I know I care
I like my priorities
Monday, March 28, 2011
The Eighty Eighth, Mar. 28, 2011
have you ever watched:
a kitten play with string?
a puppy chase its tail?
a foal kicking up heels?
have you ever heard:
a baby giggle?
a toddler sing?
a preschooler laugh?
these sights and sounds
can so fill our lives
if we stop and let them
reminding us to have fun
life is not so important
to hurry through so fast
that we don't take time
to giggle, sing and play
Find your inner child
and hold on to it tightly
hugging the innocence
and feeling the wonder
never let yourself grow
so far distant and cold
but remember the child
and live the joy of life
a kitten play with string?
a puppy chase its tail?
a foal kicking up heels?
have you ever heard:
a baby giggle?
a toddler sing?
a preschooler laugh?
these sights and sounds
can so fill our lives
if we stop and let them
reminding us to have fun
life is not so important
to hurry through so fast
that we don't take time
to giggle, sing and play
Find your inner child
and hold on to it tightly
hugging the innocence
and feeling the wonder
never let yourself grow
so far distant and cold
but remember the child
and live the joy of life
Sunday, March 27, 2011
The Eighty Seventh, Mar. 27, 2011
morning news from around the world
showing events in far distant places
telling of people I will never know
yet the stories effect my life as well
freedoms sought with desperation
fighting long odds and tradition
seeking a way of life unknown
a region in turmoil hoping for peace
the struggle is universal and eternal
sought though never fully achieved
true freedom, the impossible dream
and yet we continure the fight
sadly some no longer believe in it
and sell theirs for imagined wealth
giving away rights to feed the greed
and new power mongers surface
the vicious cycle begins again
where once we were so close
and freedom yet again slips away
tyranny born of the lust for power
And so the world turns on
showing events in far distant places
telling of people I will never know
yet the stories effect my life as well
freedoms sought with desperation
fighting long odds and tradition
seeking a way of life unknown
a region in turmoil hoping for peace
the struggle is universal and eternal
sought though never fully achieved
true freedom, the impossible dream
and yet we continure the fight
sadly some no longer believe in it
and sell theirs for imagined wealth
giving away rights to feed the greed
and new power mongers surface
the vicious cycle begins again
where once we were so close
and freedom yet again slips away
tyranny born of the lust for power
And so the world turns on
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