She and Me

WE

We are two but we’re one in the same

Walk and talk alike, even our name

Where I go she is sure to follow

Wondering what for when I wallow

Wallflower in the background is she,

Wanderlust wholeheartedly for me

Well my shadow and me equals ‘we’.

I Am A Yellow Dot

When I look in the mirror,

the person that I see

is someone I used to know,

staring back at me.

For each blemish,

mole, and every strand of gray hair,

has earned it’s own special place,

on my head in there.

I wonder if those wrinkles

on the face of me,

are what one considers,

as aging gracefully?

Stories I could share

would make a heart skip a beat.

But I always made it through,

landing on my feet.

Some will blame their parents,

for things they might have done,

For my faults I lay no blame,

I’m the only one.

Things that I’ve been through,

I admit I’m not too proud

Events caused much innocence

in my mind it did becloud.

I always give credit

where the credit is due

for those who helped influence

my life as I grew.

But all of the mistakes

are mine alone to own,

not in my parents face

will they ever be thrown.

Too many people now

are living in the lies

hiding behind the veil

or some other disguise.

Lives are not certain,

tomorrow not guaranteed,

we take the path we learn

whether or not agreed.

I’m still learning some hard lessons

as I'm growing old

much of that instruction

I don’t like to be told.

As I reflect on

the tests that I’ve been through

you may disagree,

but in my mind it’s all true,

Life is not easy

and we won’t get all we crave.

I won’t give into my wants

or let them me enslave.

No trials, tribulations,

nothing in defect,

there’d be nothing to live for

if we were all perfect.

I give all the glory

to the One and the Only.

Jesus Christ, my Savior

Who died on  the Cross, for me.

Harvey Town

There is a place

known as Harvey Town,

where shit looks bad

and places are run down. 

It’s an experience

more than a place,

I’ll try to explain it

and not lose my pace. 

It’s a logging road

all covered with mud,

a cow standing knee deep

chewing her cud.  

It’s siding on the house

that’s tar paper black

once you go there

you won’t want to go back. 

Most of the residence

live off welfare,

kids don’t have nice clothes

or shoes to wear.

But, bet your ass,

those folks got gas

to get in their cars

and drive for hash. 

They’ve got their smokes

and Allen’s Coffee brandy

and they look for hand-outs

from people who are handy. 

A big old dog

tied to the oil tank,

with shit everywhere

makes the place smell rank.
 

Thirteen gallons delivered

of the fuel

just what the state pays

that’s the rule. 

The woman’s home alone

with three young ones,

different daddy for all

and he’s busy

making new buns 

Harvey Town

is Jerk-Water U.S.A,

you’ll find one near you

if you look today.
 

It’s those who think

the world owes them something,

while they don’t want to work,

they’d rather do nothing.

Blue Hearts

Blue Hearts

Roses are red, violets are purple

Though I thought I knew l♥ve

My heart was blue before I met You.

L♥ve at first sight ~ after the first kiss,

If you l♥ve me, you’ll do this.

L♥ve is not pressure,

l♥ve doesn’t make you do

what you don’t want to do

and tell you you’re worthless for not doing it.

L♥ve doesn’t boast,

l♥ve doesn’t make itself

into something it’s not

and say things that aren’t true.

L♥ve is not jealous,

l♥ve doesn’t get angry

and is not over-sensitive,

but instead concerns itself with

others feelings before its own.

L♥ve never gives up,

l♥ve endures all things

and accepts hardship or rejection

and never loses faith in the possibilities

of what people might become.

True l♥ve puts up with people

who would be easier to give up on.

♥♥♥

Pool Party

My name is Chow Maine

I love to party

My mood is piqued

When supper’s tardy

Huff huff huff I’m in a puff

Gracefully, snobbishly

Strutting my stuff

Molest my tail

Hurls me into a huff

Huff huff huff I’m in a puff

Fresh cut cat nip vine

Releases bad mood

Understand I’m a cat

Not being rude

Huff huff huff I’m in a puff

I don’t comprehend

a dog and his drool

I’m just a cat

Scrutinizing the pool

It's a Dog's Life

A dogs’ life would be good for me;

I wouldn’t worry about popularity. 

I’d lay on the porch and sleep all day,

then run all around acting silly, curious and gay. 

I wouldn’t fret ‘bout putting my foot in my maw,

if I did who would care, I’d be chewing my paw.  

I could just roll around carelessly playing in the grass;

staying out of trouble away from the morass. 

No phone calls, no emails, no text messages,

no worrying about what the next secret passage is. 

I wouldn’t have to worry if my arm pits stank,

nor if my feet smelled yucky or a little bit rank. 

No one would be upset if I said something wrong,

or if indeed I was wearing too short a sarong. 

My friends would just like me there’d be no façade;

in fact I’d be the one to get them guffawed. 

No one would know that I was wicked smart,

the facts that I knew I would never impart. 

Yup, to me a dogs’ life surely sounds unproblematic,

wouldn’t have to worry about recognition static.   

All of this writing has now made me tired;

I better get back to my job before I get fired.

Mid-life Crisis

 

She looks in the mirror every day

At the life she’s stole to make her way

She fills her life up with things

Precious gems in golden rings

Surrounds herself with lots of friends

Expands on all the global trends

One car to drive just won’t do

Her choice of three, not just two

When one mentions of her façade

She goes into a long tirade

Arrogance won't admit to wrong

It dances to it's own sad song

She takes what she wants from her friends,

Lies, cheats, deceives without amends.

Dining out is her past time

Frequently, not on her dime

A flight to Paris or to Rome

She goes to get a way from home.

College courses earns her degrees

Filling her life with luxuries

Running from life she can’t face

She's just caught up in the rat race

Life crammed full of so much stuff

It will never be quite enough.

She’ll strive always to be what she’s not

‘Till she takes the free gift Christ has bought.