A Sonnet for my 50th Birthday (by me)

Fifty Years: A sonnet

{Written at 2AM, after a REAL surprise party for me!}


Thoughts on my mind, Tis my dime.
Fifty Years goes way too fast.
Blink, then (too many) way-points have passed.
Was really a might fine time.

Can't pretend, not a mime!
Thoughts inside? I've been gassed.
But really, Cheryl's now unsurpassed.
And Jessica was just sublime.

Now's time to act my age?
Not boxed, yet at my max?
No, Still not in a cage!
No more doth I swing my axe.
Have I now, No more rage!
With meds, can now relax.

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 30-Mar-07: Waiting for Godot

Waiting for Godot

Hurry up and wait
Better to wait then not to go.

Or, is not going better?
Stay here, and wait for the clock to tick.

Waiting for the baysitter to come
An evening away from the kinderlacht.

I'll hurry up and pray
Pray that all is well.

Time to Go? Already?
But I was having so much fun with you.

To be continued…
Later..

Wed 28-Mar-07: Cat-tas-trophe

Background:
In 2005, I wrote 365 poems, one per day after hearing Suzanne Lori-Parks tell how she wrote one play a day for the previous year.  Mine? Some catty, some political...

Cat-as-trophe

That darned cat. No hat on this cat.
What did he do? What didn't he see?
Amazing he is, so frustrating for me.

A small situation, a pile of trouble.
Such a nice day for a pile of rubble.
Oh that cat, what a Cat-as-trophe.

It didn’t start out that bad.
Not one whit of trouble this morn.
Oh the trouble he's borne.

You see my fish, do you not?
No? Just look in his belly, right behind that chair.
The evidence is sitting in there!

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.

Sat 24-Mar-07: Spring into Summer

Spring into Summer

Spring weather is finally here
The abuses of winter are finally gone.

Astonishing as it seems
The earlier time changes erased its speed.

But green is better then white,
And flowers start to sprout.

Soon Pools, will come back into minds
As pumps, coils and chemicals are stirred into the brine.

Kids, jumping and yelling around
Will soon follow, sound being all around.

Then finally, summer is here
And kids all over will say, "There's 'nut'in to do, today"

And Parents all over can say,
"Go jump in the pool, for the rest of the day!"

Sat 17-Mar-07: Kick me, Kick me

Kick me, Kick me

Did someone just paste
A sign saying, kick-me on my back?
Discomfort, as usual
The beast, again is unleashed.

Discussions over breakfast
About politics, government, and lawyers
Swiftly give way to violence
When career advice is given

Blissful silence follows
At least I can write
While my body relaxes
And stops shuddering at its plight.

Sat 10-Mar-07: I’ve got plenty o’ nothing

I’ve got plenty o’ nothing

I’ve got plenty o’ nothing
And nothing’s got plenty of me.

Oh, I have plenty of trouble
And trouble’s my other name.

Oh, I’ve got lots of sunshine
But the snow here’s got me in a big frown.

Oh I have plenty of children
Thou my children have too much of me.

I have lots of computers
And sometimes they just pnn me!

I have way too much free time
But my free time is over for me.

I have way too much work now,
But work is too much for me.

Thu 01-Mar-07: Time is Short

Time is Short

Tempis Fugit. Time flies.
Our inner child wants to soar.
But the world around us just roars and roars.

We rush, rush, rush, when growing up.
Then we wish, wish, wish, could just stop the clock
But time goes so slow, when you're just so.

Childhood sucks when you're growing up
When do they become the good 'ole days?
How do we define what was swell?

My days grow slightly shorter
My wishes grow longer and longer
My lofe continues to be fuller.

Time keeps on slipping, into the future.
Tempis fugit. Forever and ever.
Time is Precious. Forever.

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,

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.

Sun 11-Feb-07: Helplessly Hoping

Helplessly Hoping
(My apologies to Crosby Stills, Nash and Young for killing their fine lyrics.) see: htt://www.tsrocks.com/c/crosby_stills_nash_young_texts/helplessly_hoping.html


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?

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!