The Two Hundred Forty Sixth, September 3, 2011

oh what a day
filled to the top
tasting the thrill
living the moments

family and friends
sharing the hours
sharing the smiles
a special closeness

these are the days
that give meaning
to why we live
and bring me peace

The Two Hundred Forty Fifth, September 2, 2011

rainy days
cloudy skies
draining energy
lethargic days

doldrums settle
like drops in pools
slowly filling the day
making sleep the ideal

lazy days
snuggle days
warm blankets
hot tea and a book

no desire to move
no real reason to either
just listen to the rain fall
letting the world pass us by

no sunshine
its not needed
we have the warmth
in each other's company

makes me wonder
why would one ask
such a small question
as "who'll stop the rain?"

The Two Hundred Forty Fourth, September 1, 2011

shall I go to the mountains
or head to visit the ocean
maybe a lake shore escape
a camping trip to the woods

each has its advantages
and its disadvantages too
it is ever so difficult
deciding which I wish

the mountains standing tall
with high snow capped peaks
icy cold lakes and streams
hiking and fishing delight

the ocean's constant waves
washing the white beaches
the smell of the salty air
swimming, surfing all day

or off to the lake shore
for boating and fishing
swimming and water skiing
so much fun out on the water

camping is a great get away
the sounds of the woods
both by day and by night
and 'smores by the fire too

I cannot decide on just one
they are all su great getaways
I think I will take them all
since it is only a day dream

The Two Hundred Forty Third, August 31, 2011

consider the wonder
of the human hand
in all its many parts
the many things it does

we can bend it
wave it, shake it
twist it, wiggle it
all at the same time

we can create with it
draw and paint with it
sculpt and write with it
building works of art

we can open things
close things, tie things
zip things, rip things
we can tear things apart

we can also touch with it
reach out and care with it
holding a hand, patting a back
brushing a tear away with it

sharing our hearts with it
makes it logical to me now
to wear our hearts on our sleeve
since they end with a hand

The Two Hundred Forty Second, August 30, 2011

warm delightful sunshine
filling the day with smiles
reboot

warm balmy breezes
reboot

the sun is shining down
smiling on mother nature
warming the earth below
reboot

stuck in a rut
locked in a cubical
no hope for escape
system stable

society has messed up priorities....

The Two Hundred Forty First, August 29, 2011

windows
the blessing
the curse
today they are the bane

the sounds of rain
striking against the pane
soothes my mind
lulls me toward sleep

watching snow sparkling
blindingly bright
the brilliance of winter
while warm behind glass

but not for today
they mock me
they torture me
showing what I can't have

sun is shining
batching as breezes blow
warm and wonderful day
and I have to see it

stuck inside
locked away
forced to see
the torment of office windows

The Two Hundred Fortieth, August 28, 2011

and have you ever noticed

that some folks love to talk

never stopping for a breath

let alone take time to listen

it seems rather ironic to me

the ones that say the least

should be listened to most

but no one seems interested

so the loud voices are heard

they are only making noise

and people begin to believe

the power of the repetition

I have heard it said before

that people turn blind eyes

I believe it is just as true

that they also turn deaf ears

logic escapes the masses

it is easier to just accept

than it is to have to think

original thoughts can hurt

it is better to be the sheep

let others make the plans

or we may actually fix it

then where would we be

The Two Hundred Thirty Ninth, August 27, 2011

time to let it flow

unleash the mind

wander make believe

exercise imagination

too much reality

cramps the style

cuts off the play

makes us be adults

where is the point

in life so sincere

we lose all sense

of childhood fun?