Mission Permission

Mission Permission
12 March 2016

If I give myself full permission
To do the necessary fun things,
As a part of my personal ambition,
I’ll experience joy so my heart sings.
I need to arrange my say-so
To make sure all systems are go.
No more mediocre, nor so-so;
It’s full speed ahead from the get-go.
Aiming high with personal dispensation
I can achieve anything I want to.
On my authority and authorization
I’ll accomplish what I’m wont to.
Yes, doing what pleases me
Lets my inner child sing.
Even if it means flaunting society,
I’ll have fun doing my thing.

Not Your Typical Watcher

Not Your Typical Watcher
10 Nov 2015

I spot the staid suburban sentinels
Posted out on their weekly missions,
They’re keeping this night’s vigils,
Standing by the curb like apparitions.
They’ll stand all night waiting strong
For the trucks and into the next day.
Then the garbage trucks’ll come along
And haul all the smelly trash away.

Wishin' on a MIssion

Today I rhymed more of my great-grandfather Jesse N. Smith's journal.

Uncle John remarked that himself and his

Brothers had always desired that a son

Of the family should be an educated whiz.

For that purpose they sent their one

Youngest brother Stephen to be educated.

However, he died in early manhood.

He wished me to remain and be matriculated

In school here. I greatly desired, if I could,

To get an education, however, I preferred 

To go upon the mission. When I told him 

About my resolution, we each were conferred

A Patriarchal blessing. According to my whim

We proceeded on our journey southward 

With one horse team, one ox team an’ 

A few cows. At Payson which, we were assured, 

Was then the nearest settlement to Parowan.