I long for a God
Who saw past us
For if God is all infinite
Then all living things
Are important
Randon thoughts
I Duck Taped My Wife
Years of living with someone
It’s a Yin and Yang thing
Compromise with a kiss on the cheek
Anger, yet cuddling in bed
Hand holding or rolling of one’s eyes
Yet there are times
Like when the wife asks you to duck tape her
How excited the thought is, I’m sure that is no surprise
No, no, no, no
Don’t let your imaginations run wild
For it wasn’t anything like that!!
Let the picture below, make it perfectly clear
A dress form made for an individual
So long as the evening snacks are limited
A duct taped wife without a head, covered up for modesty sake
To repeat those words of a sort-of famous neighbor to the north
Canada’s Red Green loosely translated
“If you can’t fix it with duct tape
It’s probability not worth fixing”
Say It Softy
Say It Softly
So I may Hear
Words that matter
That you may not
Want to share
A Tin of Keys
A tin of keys
To the locks of one’s memories
Happiness and Good Luck?
They say the Blue bird brings happiness and that my be so.
Usually I’m glad to see one
Yet when it flies around your parked car day after day
Acting like it wants to keep getting into the closed windows
You have to wonder why?
Then you realize when you go to take out the car
That as it has been flying around the car
It has been pooing all over the sides.
They say that a bird pooping on your person, car or property
Supposedly it brings good luck,
Not sure where that myth, or superstition comes from
But I wonder is the good luck mine or the car rental business?
Spring Un-srung
We northerners
Trying to get outside
Looking for that small patch
Of open earth
For the first signs of spring
Yet knowing
Spring snow storms
Can un-srung spring
Waving to Family Below
As I wander
One place to another
I’m close to family
I would love to see
Yet at 30,000 feet
All I can do is wave
If they knew I was up here
Would they think to wave back?
War Drums
I fled deeper into the forest
Away from others of my own kind
For I have lived a lifetime
Of hearing their war drums
Sometimes off in the distance
Others times closer to home
When I can hear war cries
Of righteousness and hate
That comes from all quarters
From all sides
I think of all the fallen
Those that marched into it
And for those many more
That were just in harms way
Was it for some
With their last breath
They longed that the war drums
Would become silent
Not for just them
But for those they left behind?
A Jar of Good Fortunes
I carry a jar with me
So that I may
When the occasion arises
Collect my good fortune
To save for another day
When I can reach in
I will hope
For more good fortune
Or at least
Hold on to the memory of it
