Sat 07-Jul-07: Fare thee Well

Fare Thee Well

And now, the time has come
For me to say, fare thee well.

Because, it's time for you
to leave our little nest now.

But first, I must restate
That common thread, I always tell you

My love, you'll always have
No matter what, no matter how

You decide to treat me
For this, I say; I'll always love you.

You may, think this false; but of this I assure you
No matter what, no matter when

I'm very proud of you.

Mon 16-May-07: Bad Vibes

Wonderful turns to ashes
Seeing your offspring return
Thrilled to see them again.

Another semester is over.
They return from dorm rooms much older
Yet old habits die hard, and make others pale.

Happy moods turn snippy again,
When trying friendly faces wear thin
And out comes venom instead.

Two does it take to dance a tango
But one a conversation can mangle
Just watch what you say.

Or else you just may
Not be there
To catch the angle.

Sun 13-May-07: Birthday Wishes (OEDLIF)

Birthday Wishes (OEDLIF)

I've got a birthday coming up soon
My cake I will eat with a spoon
Hands make it tasted really great
Which my mother must hate
So I might just end up in my room.

Fri 11-May-07: Singlehood

Singlehood

The Grass is always greener
On the other guy's lawn
Parents long to be childless
When their brats are acting up.

Childless couples are desperate to be parents
And will go through many dollars and effort for that.
Until they too, get to feel battle weary.
And fight with their children.

But it's not limited to kids;
Even married folks can complain.
The singles bemoan their loneliness,
The marrieds yearn to be free.

And a few lucky people
Have balance and luck
And have both spouses and kids they actually adore,
Oh, isn't that simply a bore??!

Tue 08-May-07: Kids, Kick {A limerick}

Kids, Kick

HaVING Kids are ALWAYS a kick
We get 'em before we get sick
In No time at ALL,
We're ready to fall
And hope that they land on a brick

Tue 27-Mar-07: Tired at last

Tired at last

Time for bed, said his mom
Already? Opined the boy, buried in his game.
I gave you a thirty minute warning, said mom.
Okay, said the boy, after I save the game.

But Mom, you said bed at ten!
Your clock must be wrong, it's only nine now!
But thirty seconds ago you said you were tired.
And now? You have a second wind?

You do know that it doesn’t matter
How late that you stay up
Its how tired your body is
That matters the most.

Mom, is it okay if I come up
And go to bed now?
I am kind of tired now, I guess
And I can't keep my eyes open.

Fri 23-Mar-07: You're to blame!

You're to blame!
Shot through the heart, and I'm to blame
Everything in life, is my fault.

Didn't clean the house, I'm to blame
I suck at life, I'm bad man.

I mix my cereals, I'm to blame
I make fatherhood; a bad game.

I can't spell, I'm to blame
My daughter says I give education, a bad name.

I'm unemployed, not enough ca$h to spare
I give manhood, a bad name.

I'm too old, got no energy
I give old age a bad name.

Fri 02-Mar-07: Stubborn IS

Stubborn IS
(hummed to the tune of I am the walrus [Lennon/McCarthy])

Stubborn is as stubborn does
Unlike Forrest Gump, stubborn sucks.

Stubborn people just don't get it.
Stubborn people versus other people seems to say:

I am me and we are me and I am all together
You are wrong, and I am right and I don’t care what you say.

'Cause I wont listen. Won't Listen.
Can't Listen. No Control.

So argue all you want but my mind's totally closed.
It's fruitless.

You may be my boss or teacher, but I just don't care.
I'm stubborn.

You may want to compromise
But I still will say never.

Why would I compromise? I am always right.
Even if you're in charge, I am never wrong.

I cannot admit defeat, compromises never possible.
Doesn't matter how painful, I will never give in.

Even if I'm wrong, I just cannot admit it.
I push myself into a corner, paint myself into it.

Once I am cornered, watch out for my temper.
I realize I'm out of control, but I just can't stop it.

So if you back off now, I will eventually give in
But damned if you push it, it will start all over.

So just let me do this quietly, and calmly
Later on, I may even apologize.

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.

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.

Sun 18-Feb-07: Cacophony

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.

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.

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

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.

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!

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!