Reunion Communion

Reunion Communion
24 July 2012

We met on the mountain at Seventy's Flat,
Out where there's room to swing a cat,
Socializing in an informal format,
Mixing a potluck with chitchat.
Rob works in sustainable power.
Lauana's a supervisor of intervention.
Randy sells cars by the hour.
Let's not forget to mention,
Julie's been a nurse for 35 years, not a quirk
Just after she was born they put her to work.
Teri's a factory site planner in Queen Creek.
Monte teaching high school seems like a jailer.
Ralph's a Dallas temple worker, so to speak.
Jimmy visits his grandkids in a trailer.
Scott teaches the children in third grade
And for the newspaper is the resident
Sports writer. From a bit of a renegade
He now serves as stake president.
Nancy's always been a housewife
And probably will be for life.
Allen's an over-the-road truck driver.
Diane's a lawyer in Moab, at times.
Kerry's a real estate bust survivor.
Alma writes poetry and rhymes.
Doug stays around like a homebody
His wife travels like she's somebody.
Janet's a social worker in Texas.
Silas said he works in sporting goods.
David in Hawaii's a construction nexus.
We all had a good time out in the woods
Mingling conversation and small talk
Offering apologies where owed,
We're as perennial as grass in the sidewalk
And as tough as weeds in the road.

Lies and Stories, Defeats and Glories

Lies and Stories, Defeats and Glories
17 July 2012

We've known each other for ages
Since we were five, maybe four,
Long before we had jobs with wages
When we were innocent to the core.
After graduation we took on
Life that could be outrageous,
Unwilling to just look on
Before life could age us.

We've known each other for so long
It's kind of useless to put on airs.
We've come back to where we belong
To share life's cares and scares.
We'll just talk about the facts.
Nobody would be rude and uncouth
Enough to brag about their acts
Or lie to stretch the truth.

I Ought To Get Paid

A coworker asked me to write a poem for the people having birthdays in her unit. So I wrote one but she requested a re-write. The re-submittal was titled, "I Ought to Get Paid."

March second for Monica

And her family in India

Is an occasion to celebrate,

She was born on that date.

She’s spirited, talented, smart

And appreciates poetry and art.

To join the potluck

Don’t push your luck

By acting like a barbarian

And forgetting she’s a vegetarian.

March 23rd is a replica

For beautiful, active Erica.

Most days she’d rather be outside.

Health conscious choice keeps

Her on the slim side,

Just one benefit she reaps.

The combined food and cheer

Will be March 16th here

At 11:30, the time to appear.

Current Plan

My, My, A Last Good-bye

4 February 2011

Life is sweet,

Bring a treat,

An afternoon dessert potluck

To wish Al Smith good luck.

After twenty-two years plus

It’s his turn to leave us.

Join him from 2 to 4

Before he’s out the door.

March 16th is the day

For this last hurray.

The North Central FRC

Is the place to be.

At the 5055 Ruffin Road lunchroom

We'll toast, roast and consume

The food and dish the dirt

So he gets his just dessert.

You'll have to ask the guard

If you don't have an ID card.

Meats and Treats for Eats

Meats and Treats for Eats

30 December 2010

At work the whole bunch

Got together for lunch.

It was a potluck affair

With an international flair.

The copious dining options on the tables

Started with salmon and mixed vegetables.

Then came wraps, beef stew, tortillas and refried beans;

Also, curry chicken and pancit from the Philippines

Carbs came from rice, French bread and rolls.

Fruits included oranges, apples and nectarines

Cut into bite-size pieces and served in bowls.

You could tell the chefs were no rookies.

In spite of the singed homemade cookies

The dessert offering of pudding cake was tasty,

Even tho the eating at my desk was a bit hasty.

There was soda to wash it all down.

It was a first-rate potluck, hands down.