VIVID!


Vivid! Bright colors and raucous sounds
The scene stands out in my mind,
Vivid is a special word and I find
it jarring!
Vivid! Bright lipstick red,
Pick another color instead!
How about yellow?
Could it be mellow?
How about icy blue,
To stand in sharp contrast
And Still remain true?
Or white, even at night,
White can be bright.
Vivid! A bright crimson red,
Startling the world
And filling me with dread.

TEAMWORK


When a baby is born,
And family and friends gather around
Celebrating and Encouraging,
That’s teamwork.
When a soldier is homeward bound
Carrying memories with pride
And thoughts of those who lived or died,
He remembers teamwork.
When medical personnel, firemen, and the law
Save someone from death,
allowing even one more breath,
That’s teamwork.
When mothers and fathers spend the time
teaching their children right from wrong,
That’s teamwork.
When all work together
To make the world a better place,
That’s teamwork.

WHEN POWER S OFF


The power went off last night,
I couldn’t see without any light.
Flashlights were in a cabinet somewhere,
But I couldn’t get there from here,
In the darknessI was stumbling along the way
Over things I should have put away.
Shoes, clothes, bottle of water I left to drink,
Everything but the kitchen sink.
Ah ha, I remembered my trusty cell phone,
It worked for ET. He was able to call home.
But where was I when I made my last call?
Was I in bed or somewhere down the hall?
I thought I was wandering in the temple of doom,
Until I realized I hadn’t left my room.
The power came on and everything was in sight,
But now I couldn’t sleep because of the light.
I’m glad I was up, for goodness sake,
Everyone was complaining I was keeping them awake.
The power went off again, I was almost in bed,
Too much trouble, I’ll sleep on the floor instead.
I’ll organize my things and put them away,
But not tonight, I’m tired, some other day.

There is nothing as loud as silence.


There is nothing as loud as silence
when I should have said something.
There is nothing as sad as crying
When I could have wiped the tears.
All the things I could have done
Keep me awake at night listening.
All the wounds I could have prevented
Ooze on and on, with no way to heal.
I did not cross the road to bind the wounds,
pay for the care,or help anyone in need.
I did not object to the leader’s words,
Or pray for peace instead of swords.
There is nothing as loud as silence
While the world prepares for war.

TOO OLD I’m too old for sex…according to my kids. My life is over, I’m on the skids. I’m too old to drive…according to impatient youth If I object to their speeds, I’m rude and uncouth. What am I too old for? I’m too old for hot foods, cold foods, and maybe all foods. My teeth are gone, but my taste buds are good. I’m too old for women, But can’t I still look? My eyes still work. Does that make me a jerk? I can admire what young men ignore, So what am I too old for? I shouldn’t be hiking, riding any kind of cycle. Exercise might kill me or might make me smile. Might give me reasons to walk a mile. Too old to live, not ready to die, My time is coming and you don’t need to cry. I’m not as young, as smart, as tall, or as slim. My medical conditions are real, not based on whim. I’m not a decoration, a person without a mind, I’m still me, one of a kind. Am I too old to enjoy this earth? Am I without value, without any worth? I am older than yesterday, younger than tomorrow. I’ve faced challenges, deep joys, and sorrow. I’m not too old to love or care, My love doesn’t rely on muscles or hair. My knowledge is not based on flimsy lies. Consider me old but very wise. Am I too old for one more day? Too old to kneel, thank God, and pray? I’m not too old to dream or regret, Or to appreciate the moments I get. The world is traveling at a faster pace, But i’m not too old to make it a better place. Tell me your secrets, whether bad or worse, And I’ll still dance with you across the universe. My worth does not rely on my outer shell, I think it’s love, that has served me well. Am I too old to hold you tight? If your heart is empty, I’ll be there tonight. We will discuss all things like this, Then sleep soundly after a kiss. Dan Roberson


SACRED TO ME


My parents lived in an old house,

filled with cats, dogs, children,

memories of relatives,

worn tattered furniture.

It didn’t take much to evoke the past,

Pull up the shadowy images of

children who climbed trees,

Played kick the can together

Times that went by too fast.

Those memories are sacred,

Often I dredge them up

and clean them until they shine.

They may not mean anything to others

But they are sacred to me,

And they will always be.

SHE OWES ME A KISS


Shivering at the edge of the abyss

I shouted, “She owes me a kiss!”

I glared at the jagged rocks below,

Accusing the storm, screaming against the wind.

“You’re the one who ought to know!

Why did you bring me here?

She was my darling, my sweet dear.

“Why?” I yelled again.

The storm roared on and on,

Oblivious to me, convinced it had won.

“My sweetheart lies cold and now she’s gone,

And I’m chilled to the bone.”

I took another swig from my flask.

“Is there no one who loves me, if I dare ask?”

I was ready to leap, but something held me back.

Was it courage that I lacked?

Should I follow her to a watery tomb,

Was I ready to meet my doom?

An unknown voice pierced my inner storm.

“Can I hold you and keep you warm?”

I was sure I heard an angel’s voice.

In the midst of chaos I made a choice.

I  chose a stranger whose kind eyes and sweet smile

Made me love her. (We’ve been married quite awhile).

You ask if I’m happy, I’ll tell you before I go,

My heart loves both, if you want to know.

I come here, and I always will,

To pay respects to my first wife, I love her still.

I’d be lying if I denied all this.

But it seems like yesterday,

And she owes me a kiss.