Wednesday, February 28, 2007

Wed 28-Feb-07: Another Dime

Another Dime

Another cheap paperback novel
Another big glass of cheer

It's a wonder what a dime will buy you
Here at the local five and dime.

Wonder when I'll get married
Or what'll I whisper in her ear.

That's a lot to be dreaming of
Since I's only still a shoot going up.

Aw, lets go to the drive in movies
I'll hide in the trunk this time.

What's zat? Don't want me to come?
Oh, a date with Donna LaLone; I see.

Tuesday, February 27, 2007

Tue 27-Feb-07: The Perspective

The Perspective

How we look, outside.
What we see, inside
What we feel, up top.

Is it real? Can you feel?
What you see equals what we be.
How you do, becomes who you are.

Your view of outside
Makes you see and be
Will it be a good ride?

Everyday is a challenge
Will others be unkind
Or can you simply rewind all the scenes.

Making he best of a bad situation
Our perspective can change us
A rainy day into sunshine play.

Monday, February 26, 2007

Mon 26-Feb-07: College Calls

College Calls

Campus calls
The College Campus
A busy cacophony.

A guy with some books
Hunkered down in the library
Dazing and Dozing through stacks of fat factoids.

His brain cramped to the max
No more room for a datum
His grade will depend on what's left on the inside.

The girl walks on by
But he doesn’t even see her
Intense concentration has made him forget.

She sighs and comes back
For another trip round 'gain.
Her skirt, by her thighs, tight and dark brown.

Her lips, blue and bright
Just like her wide eyes
Start to open and emit a small sound.

He looks up, finally smiles and kisses her hello
Her eyes glimmer brightly, then a frown overtakes her.
Tomorrow, I promise, I'll be through, I promise you.

Slowly, she walks, back to her dorm room
Alone, for tonight, but not really alone.
Tomorrow, her honey, is done with the term.

Sunday, February 25, 2007

Sun 25-Feb-07: Sighs of Life

Sighs of Life

Sighs of life are vivid.
Technicolor sighs show red.
Breathing is a bright blue
And waiting is simply green

Life can be described in colors
As we write and writhe our way through the day.
Anger is red
Peaceful is blue.

Happy is Rainbow
And kids are just green.
Once brought into our world
Till they leave our homes sure.

Colors circle our lifes
And tint all of our views.
It's our choices
That make who we are.

To look sad, with sepia tinge.
Is not the way we should strive.
Alive and aloud with a pinkish dyed hue.
We need to live life full, to have a good eternal view.

(reader question: Are the colors actually DISTRACTING from the poem? Please leave a comment anyway, whether you like or hate a poem!
thanks again,

Saturday, February 24, 2007

Sat 24-Feb-07: Junior doesn’t Know

Sat 24-Feb-07: Junior doesn’t Know

Junior doesn’t know how
The way out of his paper bag.

Junior thinks he is king.
And 'Dickey' is is vizier.

Junior keeps his head in the sand.
He just doesn’t know that the song is done.

Junior doesn’t see the handwriting on the wall
The ink that says yankee go away, but leave our ball!

Balls, Barrels, scads of oil
All destined by oil man Bush for the house of Saud.

His oil war has disgraced our country
His legacy will linger past his hour.

Our children, drafted will be
Despite his claims to the contrary.

A lifetime in Bagdad will we remember
To clean up from his disdain.

Impeach Cheney now
Veep Pelosi may show us how.

Then Bush too, must walk the plank
As his legacy has already sank.

Friday, February 23, 2007

Fri 23-Feb-07: Not Deserving

Not Deserving
I don't deserve to be a parent.
I don't take my kids' fun into consideration.

I want to go back and undo it.
There. Done. Are you happy?

I've gone backwards in time.
I am single, unhappy, and (still) a geek.

Kids? Who needs them?
Too much work. Too many problems.

Reality interferes with all dreams.
No. I guess I am still a parent.

No. I cannot let you have your way;
I am the parent, and what I say, goes.

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Wed 21-Feb-07: A Night in Bagdad

A Night in Bagdad

Evening comes. We're up, ready to rock.
Tonight, we roll, into the city, avoiding IED's.

Armor we don, praying we'll take it off ourselves, later.
The enemy we seek we call are called insurgents.

Our loved ones flash before our eyes and thoughts
Their love and hope to see them again, rule our mission.

Load up, check the HumVee's packing list
As we go to a place we'd rather miss.

Down the road so far from the base,
Take out the target, back, the rest to case.

Success tonight, no fire, no shots at all.
Meantime we live again, to chat, surf and call.

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

TUE 20-Feb-07: Silent Night

Silent Night

Silent Night.
Tired Night.

All is calm.
Peace has come.

Give peace a chance.
Why would you want to kill innocent civilians?

Why do you want to destroy society?
Is your brand of terror fair to others?

It's impossible to have seen
What would come from the simple bombing of a Bus.

Now to blowing up trucks filled with Chlorine gas.
To destroy absolutely more and cause more damage…

Monday, February 19, 2007

Sun 19-Feb-07: Wanton Desire.

Wanton Desire.

Is it logical to desire more?
Is it acceptable to dream of more?

Once settled, once comfortable.
How does one decide?

Is it fair to ask for more?
Can anyone, anytime go after dreams?

Or are dreams reserved only for the young.
Leaving the old, to simply rot in place.

Sunday, February 18, 2007

Sun 18-Feb-07: Cacophony


Loud. Noise. Obnoxious Toys.
Flashing lights, noise till night.

How do the employees stand it?
Just crazy enough to confound everything.
An indoor arcade. High tech escapades.

A place for kids. A place that's alive.
A quiet escape? Not in this lifetime.

I must be getting old. Once it was a mecca,
Now, tis simply another distraction.

And, most amazingly, I wonder how I spent
almost a year of weekends here.

Planning and writing a business plan
checking my laptop, verifying the plans.

I' guess I've had my lifetime's fill
For Chuck-E-Cheese's pandemonium.

Saturday, February 17, 2007

Sat 17-Feb-07: Insomnia Rules

Insomnia Rules

Is it needed?

Can you rest instead?

Tired, yet not quite dead.

Mr. Sandman wants to visit.

No. I'm not ready yet.

I just turned on my laptop.

I am owned. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Friday, February 16, 2007

Fri 16-Feb-07: President's weekend

President's weekend

President's weekend used to be two days.

A day to honor Abraham Lincoln,

And, a day to remember the father of our country, George Washington.

Now, since it's a long weekend to celebrate "many" presidents

We can celebrate number 13 and number 43 together.

Millard and W. just perfect together.

Millard used to have the record of the worst president of the United States. No more. Millard just got promoted ahead of George W. Bush, our 43rd (and current) president.

And I can celebrate a four day weekend with my family, by watching my son all day.

Thursday, February 15, 2007

Thu 15-Feb-07: Unrepentant Anger

Thu 15-Feb-07: Unrepentant Anger

The Blood boils.
The bile starts its trip up the digestive system

Anger rears its disgusting head.
Along the way, the hands start to fly.

The Mouth starts to spew vermin
The body reaches out, and starts to attack.

Innocent sheep are tortured
Terrible incidents of cruelty are threatened.

And then…..
Calmness returns.

And blissful Silence.
While one surveys the devastated landscape

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Wed 14-Feb-07: Love Stinks

Love Stinks

***See Lyrics at end: LOVE STINKS: J. Geils Band

You see her.
She sees you.

You love her
She may love you.

If you're lucky in love
It may last forever.

If not….Love Stinks…

- -

LOVE STINKS: J. Geils Band

J. Geils Band

You love her
But she loves him
And he loves somebody else
You just can't win
And so it goes
Till the day you die
This thing they call love
It's gonna make you cry
I've had the blues
The reds and the pinks
One thing for sure

(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah
(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah
(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah
(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah

Two by two and side by side
Love's gonna find you yes it is
You just can't hide
You'll hear it call
Your heart will fall
Then love will fly
It's gonna soar
I don't care for any casanova thing
All I can say is
Love stinks

(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah
(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah
(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah
(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah

I've been through diamonds
I've been through minks
I've been through it all
Love stinks

(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah
(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah
(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah
(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah

Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Tue 13-Feb-07: Enhanced Brain waves

Enhanced Brain waves.

It is said that the human brain can be enhanced.
The question is by whom, or by what.

Can simply typing automatically,
Help enhance the brain?

Or will touch typing a poem
Simply give the standard computer Science 101 response?

Garbage in, garbage out.
That is the question,

Whether it is smarter to try and create
in a challenging environment,

Or is simply a waste of time, and effort.
I don't know, but typing is automatic and good.

Monday, February 12, 2007

Mon 12-Feb-07: Unmitigated Glee

Unmitigated Glee

I don't ski. I don't skate.
I don’t care, I'm never late.

I hate Ski lifts, I abhor the snow.
I hate shoveling, it's too much weight.

I hate winter. Hate. Hate. Hate.
If school's closed, It's sleep, late, late, late

Sunday, February 11, 2007

Sun 11-Feb-07: Helplessly Hoping

Helplessly Hoping
(My apologies to Crosby Stills, Nash and Young for killing their fine lyrics.) see: htt://

Helplessly hoping, her harlequin hovers, nearby
Awaiting a word.

Wordlessly watching he waits by the window and wonders
at the empty place inside

Love isn't lying its loose in a lady who lingers, saying
She's in pai-in
And choking from the cramps.

Every month passes, the same set of pains,
Endless torture tearing out insides.

Useless remnants of when we were younger, still linger
Causing us this pain.

Heartlessly helping himself to her bad dreams he wonders
Is there anything else I can do?

Saturday, February 10, 2007

Sat 10-Feb-07: Shopping Revised

Shopping Revised

I no longer work in the supermarket
It's now a chore to go to shop.

But, like those who've worked in Stage or Screen
The blinders have been removed.

Now I see all the people who don't work for the store.
Yet toil, all day in a specific role.

The merchandisers, the vendors, the drivers.
The mechanics, the fixers, and the rest

All work in the same supermarket
Yet all have different bosses, to work for.

Friday, February 09, 2007

Fri 09-Feb-07: The Scout's Oath

The Scout's Oath

Oh, I live with a boy scout
I do declare, he's a scoutin' boy.

Scouting is a big deal.
He wheels and deals.

He tries to be in charge.
And charges all authority.

And sometimes, he even stays on-topic.
He can be charming, and so; dis-arming.

But when he yells, it's not so swell.
Loud, annoying, and always a challenge.

Except for the occasional snuggle
Or the lovingly given head-butt and kiss.

Thursday, February 08, 2007

Thu 08-Feb-07: Better Living through Chemistry

Better Living through Chemistry

My family's motto is old and yet noble.
Developed as a commercial in the 1960's.

A jingle, an ad, your future will be better.
Little did they know how much more would be said.

It seems a bit ironic, a health food family,
Has deep rooted clinical depression

It comes from our parents' genes.
Innocent we were thru childhood.

But now we know, what it means.
We help, and medicate our children,

Us too, we take the meds all,
Between us all, we support the chemist.

Whether tis good, or just ignorant,
We want the best for our kids.

Ten years now, since we found out,
Needed meds, did we all.

Chemical dependence sucks too, big time.
But without the meds, life sucks even more!

Wednesday, February 07, 2007

Wed 07-Feb-07 Lament of the father.

Lament of the father.

Woe is I, parent of a tween.
Older then teen, yet not quite alone.
Who thankfully, (phew!) stays away in school too.

And shades of my parents, to me does she talk?
Not on your life, could she say more then ten words altogether.
Nor my wife, most 'o the time, to her does she either.

But sages have told me that this too, will pass,
And one day, dear daughter will again speak to us.
How long? Who knows, it seems way too long already.

But one day we'll be ready. It's never too early.
To plan one's revenge, we'll tell her already.
When the stork visits her, we'll no longer be parents.

To Grandparents everywhere, I dedicate this poem
Your children's pains, you have your revenge.
So watch out, my daughter, we're waiting for you!

Tuesday, February 06, 2007

Tue 06-Feb-07: Outlandish Affection

Outlandish Affection

That was sweet. Oh, it's you. You're a cat,
You're not supposed to rub against me like that.

On my stomach? With a paw, wrong person here.
Shouldn't you be on top of her, and not over here?

Swat my arm? You will pay. Don't do that I say.
Purring like a whistle, so loud it's disturbing.

You've gotta stop swatting, Your claws need some trimming.
You're fatter then Garfield, and not as amusing.

It's time to go out of my room for the night.
We throw you out, cause you scratch, and start a fight.

And in the morning all is well, when you run under foot
From the bedroom, to the kitchen, looking for more food.

Monday, February 05, 2007

Mon 05-Feb-07: Strangers in the night

Strangers in the night

Bump, thump, Ouch.
Oh, I'm sorry. Was that your nose?
My toe aches, are you black and blue?

I guess we're out of sync, today.
It'd be easier if we could just plug a cable in to re-sync ourselves.

But, that won't work, in the end, We're just human.
Best to cuddle, and snuggle tonight,
Tomorrow is another day!

Sunday, February 04, 2007

Sun 04-Feb-07: Men are PIGS

Some minor alterations

Pigs. Men BOYS are pigs.

But first, George Harrison/Beatles, 1968, White Album
(http: //
Have you seen the little piggies
Crawling in the dirt
And for all those little piggies
Life is getting worse
Always having dirt to play around in.

Have you seen the bigger piggies
In their starched white shirts
You will find the bigger piggies
Stirring up the dirt
Always have clean shirts to play around in.

In their styes with all their backing
They don't care what goes on around
In their eyes there's something lacking
What they need's a damn good whacking.

Everywhere there's lots of piggies
Living piggy lives
You can see them out for dinner
With their piggy wives
Clutching forks and knives to eat their bacon.

End of George Harrison's Lyrics:
I feel a poem ERUPTING!

... or is this really a SONG???

Remember this is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 2.5 License.


Have you seen the little piggies
Crawling in the dirt?
Boys and Teens are mostly piggies
scrunched up in their white bvd's.

Boys and teens are always dreaming
where can they put their dirt.
Boys keep trying, till they 'dying
Wanting it to work.

And for all those little piggies
Life is getting worse.
Always looking for a girl to score with.

Some little piggies are real bastards
Lying in their dirt.
These little piggies try to pressure
Girls to lift their shirts.
In their little lives to score a Home Run with.

Sometimes boys are just big assholes
stupid to the end.
Not even caring what they're doing
To a so called friend.

What they need's a damn good whacking.

Every Girl should tell her "boy"friend
Don't try and pressure me.
IF you like me, better hang here
And try and let me see.

I won't stand this piggie acting
From you I expected more.
You are piggish and that's vicious
You're nothing but a bore.

How dare you grope me, seeking action
Do you think that I'm just a whore?

Yes I liked you, now despise you
loathe's too nice a word.

I had hoped that you were different
Sad to know tis not true.
You will lie there in your pigsty
Thrashing like a bum.

Piggy boys live Piggy lives
Won't get far in life.

Get it through you piggy head now
Girls want more then sex.
Girls want caring, loving, funning
More to talk to you.

They don’t want to drop their pants now
Just to please your balls.

Saturday, February 03, 2007

Sat Feb-03-07: Bonding


Males and Females are Different
They Bond differently.
I wonder if anyone else has ever noticed the differences.

Girls Bond by talking, sitting together,
perhaps knitting together, and of course having a beverage.

Boys talk while watching a Game on TV, with a Beer in their hand.
They are usually silent, except for a AUGH, or a GO!GO!GO when their team scores

How do boys bond with Girls?
No...Besides sex.
Boys would like it if they could just bond like they do with their buddies.
Girls would like it if they could just bond like they do with THEIR buddies.

Live is too complicated..

Boys want beer and sitting together.

Boys like BEER.

Boys just want to GRUNT at the TV.
Girls just want to TALK.

How do you suggest bridging the gap?
Taking the Girl to a Sports Bar?
Teaching the Boy to knit?

Friday, February 02, 2007

Fri 02-Feb-07: Snow Blows

Snow Blows

Snow Blows.
To those who are in the Sun Belt
You just don't know.

Snow is simply wet rain.
Wet rain that piles up and up.

And your kids, stay home, do you too?
Your boss expects you, so what do you do??

Ahh, Last Minute Vacation Time, How Sweet
It doesn’t help, but at least you'll get paid to eat.

Our Society doesn’t value the family.
Today's poll shows us that this much we knew.

Thursday, February 01, 2007

Thu 01-Feb-07: Friendship


What is a friend?
Or, better yet, WHO is a friend?

Is it someone you talk to every day?
Is it someone that you speak to every ten years?

How do you figure out the difference,
between a friend and an acquaintance?

What do you do if you find out that you don't have any?
Do you go on a friend acquisition program?

How long will it take for that acquired acquaintance
to become a true friend?

I have one special friend.
I don’t need more.

I am also grateful that I was wise enough
to marry that friend!