11 September 2017

Jubilation And Appreciation


Jubilation And Appreciation

10 Sept 2017

My day began with joy and thanksgiving.
The joy in my heart comes from my inner child
And thanksgiving arises from this life I’m living.
Since my everyday ego and inner child reconciled,
There’s been an attitudinal and behavioral change.
I no longer have a compulsion for perfection.
I efficiently do my tasks and act to rearrange
My way of doing things and my personal direction.
One day I realized that it doesn’t matter,
How I dress doesn’t matter a lot.
Nobody will remember that stain or splatter.
My chore order isn’t the final upshot.
As long as the final result pleases me
Nitpicking doesn’t matter anymore.
I get to do whatever appeases me
And make the mundane less of a chore.

16 August 2017

Squirting And Hurting


Squirting And Hurting
11 August 2017

My trigger finger’s itchin’.
I’ve got ants crawling everywhere
They’re all over my kitchen, 
In my cupboards, in my silverware! 
Insecticide has its own smell.
It’s not perfume that I can tell.
But I’m out squirtin’ fragrance
Doing my best to be hurtin’ ants.

What ants like isn’t for me to presume
They’re crawling in my bathtub.
And all over my powder room.
I’ll give that place a good scrub.
Insecticide has its own smell.
It’s not perfume that I can tell.
But I’m out squirtin’ fragrance
Doing my best to be hurtin’ ants.

Ants are on my computer desk.
There’s one on my reading glasses.
It’s not gonna be picturesque,
When I spray to kill their asses.
Insecticide has its own smell.
It’s not perfume that I can tell.
But I’m out squirtin’ fragrance
Doing my best to be hurtin’ ants.

06 August 2017


Can Keeper And Bottle Reaper

19 July 2017

Up and down the alleys and streets
The pedal-powered urban gleaners toil.
They seek and sort for their treats.
Although they don’t harvest from soil.
In the evening and thru the night
They pick thru curbside recycling bins.
Bottles and cans bring them delight.
The looted booty becoming bagged burdens.
The reprocessables are taken to be reclaimed
To be itemized by weight or count.
Then a store voucher can be claimed
And redeemed for food or a cash amount.
In a gray area, the urban gleaners
Search and sort for their livelihood.
They may be vilified for their demeanors,
But they’re good for the neighborhood.

23 July 2017

Hair Care


Hair Care
14 July 2017

The fine hair floats down into my face.
After treatment by a brush and comb,
It doesn’t like to stay in one place.
It wants to wander away from home.
I don’t want to look too grubby
Even tho I’m thoroughly male.
One simple solution would be
To wear my hair in a ponytail.
Also, I could get all-day relief
By restraining my hair with a handkerchief.

12 July 2017

Healed Yield


Healed Yield
26 June 2017

“You never want a drink until the well runs dry.”
You don’t miss something that’s always there.
Suddenly, one day it’s gone and there’s an outcry.
For me, symptoms came the same as wear and tear.
One, then another affliction came to my attention.
None, by itself, was important enough to mention.
After a road trip, my hearing was diminished.
One ear was partially, then fully blocked;
Making words and music on that side hushed.
It was hard to gauge my volume as I talked.
Also, a sore spot under my tongue
Made it hard to vocalize and chew.
My personal song of life went unsung.
I discussed with my doctor each issue.
My physician prescribed a medication
Because of the results of my lab test.
I took the drug for my edification
And it’s benefits quickly manifest.
Now my mouth’s better, so I can talk.
My hearing’s cleared up, so both ears function.
I move, so there’s no problem with my walk.
I’m grateful to be at a healthy junction.
There’s a feeling of well-being where I dwell.
It’s like there’s fresh water in my well.

20 June 2017

a.m. Gem


a.m. Gem
19 June 2017

After the end of a dark night
Comes the gentle morning light.
The sun’s warmth feels like a shower,
Unlike midday rays that overpower.
I can enjoy exposure without concern,
Without risking any pesky sunburn.
It’s a peaceful, pleasant way 
To get going and start my day.

03 June 2017

At Most A Toast



At Most A Toast
30 May 2017

Thoughts and a toast to the newlyweds!
Hopefully, from your warmhearted parents
You learned how not to be boneheads,
But life skills made their appearance;
Like how to reconcile a bank account
And how to change a car’s flat tire.
From siblings, thinking of the amount,
Of years spent fighting with fire,
You have now let hostilities cease.
With an armed truce, there’s peace.

A happy marriage extender
Takes additional personal skills.
First you experience surrender,
When limerence brings thrills.
Surrendering to love has its importance.
Later, personal needs will surface,
So you’ll need to learn to balance
To meet the demands of spousal service.
In the future, adding a child will make 
For a triangular teeter-totter;
Dragging more tests in its wake,
Making for a trial by fire and water,
And requiring powers of persuasion.
Lastly, here’s to this happy occasion.

25 May 2017

Love-In At Donovan


Love-In At Donovan
22 May 2017

I went to jail yesterday.
It was at Donovan state prison,
But I didn’t have to stay.
The occasion was a TEDx exposition.
Half of the speakers were from inside
And half of them were outside invitations.
All gave their speeches with pride
In spite of the facility’s limitations.
The theme was “Beyond the Surface,
Not judging a book by its cover;
Looking past another’s epidermis
To find all there is to discover.
After the speeches was socializing
With guests and inmates freely mixing.
Conversations ranged without specializing
Or having authorities doing the fixing.
For me the event was very positive
And I hope there’ll be repercussions.
The impact’ll make all more sensitive
And lead to productive discussions,
More dialog and experience exchanges
That eventually cause policy changes.

02 May 2017

Yearning For Returning


Biltmore House
Bass Pond
Begonia

Golden Azalea

Tulip

Wisteria

Pansies

Daisies

Orchids
Click on photo to enlarge.

Yearning For Returning

26 April 2017

I’d like to go back once more.
Tell the Inn to save me a room
To see flowers at the Biltmore
When the azaleas are in bloom.
Let me visit when the tulips blossom
And the hanging wisteria’s awesome.
I love the colors of the pansies
That match to hues of the daisies.
I want to explore the conservatory
That shows off varieties of hybrids,
Including an amazing begonia variety
And bountiful sprays of orchids.
Let me stroll down to the Bass Pond
To see the brick bridge reflected,
The calm water and the trees beyond;
So my joie de vivre gets resurrected.

25 April 2017

Meal Appeal


Meal Appeal

19 April 2017

Dinner wasn’t normal comfort food
With the usual texture and taste.
This meal came with attitude
And it wasn’t made in haste.
The flavors were an attention getter.
The different presentation was no decoy.
Dinner wasn’t comfort food; it was better.
So my taste buds are dancing for joy!