Clothespress Distress

Clothespress Distress

6 December 2011

I’m in a bit of a pickle,

In a perplexing stew.

You bet your last nickel

I’m unsure of what to do.

Going out, I’m preparing;

A dilemma I’m giving air

As into my closet I’m staring,

Wondering what to wear.

A Cause For Pause

A Cause For Pause

25 August 2011

I stopped to watch the sunset

As the sky’s color didn’t stay,

But evolved from yellow, to scarlet

And resolved in a purplish gray.

I was reminded of the saying,

“Stop and smell the roses.”

A full-bodied scent upon inhaling

Stimulates our noses

And excites the whole brain.

I realized anew that many wonders

Are simple and easy to attain.

Perhaps the message thunders,

“Stop!” “In this fortuitous moment

I don’t care what else is going on,

The world is on pause for this scent

Or this sunset that’s glowing on.

For a short time I’ll focus to be

Aware of what’s meaningful to me.”

Epitaph Gaffe

It has been brought to my attention by the people I play cards with that my signature phrase is "What a rip!" Tonight while playing at my nephew's, the idea came up of putting it on my tombstone. I'll agree to it only if it rhymes.

Epitaph Gaffe

22 May 2011

What a rip! Here I lie

Buried six feet under.

A choice I couldn’t deny.

You there full of wonder,

While breathing and living,

Delighting in friendship,

Still doing and giving,

Here I lie, what a rip!