HEY, MR. PRESIDENT


HEY, MR. PRESIDENT!

 

I don’t care whose bomb is bigger,

Get your hands away from the nuclear trigger.

When negotiations fail and all is lost,

There is no way to calculate the cost.

Somewhere in space mixed with cosmic dust,

Life continues to exist only if there’s love and trust.

But hot-headed men with toys of war

Still threaten us with missiles from afar.

Don’t they know that we all will lose,

No matter which weapons we eventually use?

Mr. President, try thinking but do not speak.

Your tweets are empty and very weak.

I don’t care whose toy is bigger,

Get your hands away from the nuclear trigger.

August 29, 2017

 

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TOO MUCH


TOO MUCH

 

She was too tall. I was too short.

She was too rich. I was too poor.

She was too thin. I was too fat.

She was too old. I was too young.

She was too hot. I was too cold.

I loved her too much.  She loved me more.

She listened to others. I didn’t listen at all at first.

Together we loved passionately and filled our days with laughter.

Our love had no boundaries until we listened too much.

Our friends said we needed each other too much.

They said we should stay away and give each other time to grow and love others.

 I think our friends were wrong.

Now I have too much time and too much unfulfilled love.

How can I hurt so much and feel so empty?

I want to be with her again with less friends.

They had too much time and not enough love to fill their own lives.

Maybe I want too much love, but I am ready to give

Too much love forever.

 

6/15/17

I Was Born a Star


Homer Simpson in a cameo appearance at the ope...
Homer Simpson in a cameo appearance at the opening scene of the episode. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

I Was Born a Star

 

I was born a star to shine bright.

 

I had the sparkle to make people smile.

 

The world reached out and greeted me.

 

With open arms, the world accepted my oddities.

 

Everything was beautiful until I outgrew my hat,

 

And collapsed inward, a victim of my own desires.

 

I became helpless, a star without a role.

 

Silent and dark for years, my energy returned,

 

And I burned brightly once more.

 

Unable to accept a bit part, the process repeated.

 

Time and time again I turned cold and lifeless.

 

But I rose to shine once more.

 

Now I shine steadily, lighting the way for others.

 

In my cameo role I am not overpowering,

 

But comfortable as an ember,

 

In the fireplace of the heavens.

 

 

 

Nothing More


English: Wind Turbines located outside of Palm...
English: Wind Turbines located outside of Palm Springs, CA (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

Nothing More

 

Who is that walking past my door?

 

It is the wind and nothing more.

 

For a moment a shadow hesitates,

 

Then it goes on and through the gate.

 

Who is whispering outside this wall?

 

I’m sure if I looked I’d see nothing at all.

 

Is there a person playing a mean trick?

 

Doesn’t he know I could be really sick?

 

I’m holding my breath within this cell.

 

The shadow is back and I know him well.

 

Around this bed my friends gather and talk.

 

They remember how we used to walk.

 

All voices hush as someone passes the door.

 

I thought, It is the wind and nothing more.

 

My friends are leaving with tears in their eyes.

 

I’m puzzled and ask, “What’s the matter, guys?”

 

But they ignore me as they go out the door.

 

One said, “It is the wind and nothing more.”

 

I don’t understand this turn of events.

 

I’ve tried to comprehend but it doesn’t make sense.

 

I turn to my new friend as we go out the door.

 

I ask, “Is it really the wind and nothing more?”

 

“Your friends are mistakenly blaming the wind.

 

But their way of thinking will come to an end.

 

Some will greet me as I enter their room.

 

Others will panic at my voice of doom.

 

You heard me walking past your door.

 

I enter with the wind, but I’m much, much more.

 

 

 

With a Breeze in the Back


One lump or two? Or fifteen?
One lump or two? Or fifteen? (Photo credit: Joff Hopkins)

 

With a Breeze in the Back

 

“One lump or two?” I heard the nurse say,

 

My heart began pounding twice as fast,

 

I wasn’t mentally prepared on that fateful day,

 

I thought, This day could be my last.

 

 

 

From his office into the clean crisp air,

 

Escaping because I was upset and afraid,

 

Suddenly I realized that I was almost bare,

 

And in front of the Thanksgiving parade.

 

 

 

I couldn’t decide exactly what to do,

 

I still wore my gown with a breeze in the back,

 

I was embarrassed and a little cold too,

 

But I was in the parade, the leader of the pack.

 

 

 

My mind was numb and I lost my fear,

 

And I began to relax and wave,

 

The crowd roared and began to cheer,

 

For they thought I was extremely brave.

 

 

 

High stepping and saluting to the crowd’s delight,

 

I marched past the judges’ stand,

 

I was in my glory and in full sight,

 

I won a trophy for most spectacular in all the land.

 

 

 

I led that parade down a frontage street,

 

Until I marched into the doctor’s office again,

 

I entered and had just taken a seat,

 

When the doctor rushed in with a grin.

 

 

 

He asked, “Have you been waiting long?”

 

As he spent two minutes looking over my chart,

 

“Well I marched in a parade and wrote a song.”

 

He squinted and said, “Patience is an art.”

 

 

 

Doc, I need to know.  Was it one lump or two?”

 

“Why would you want to know that?

 

I want my coffee sweet so two lumps will do,

 

My wife would kill me.  She thinks I’m getting fat.”

 

 

 

Two lumps of sugar had been my downfall,

 

I had led a parade where everyone could see,

 

It hadn’t been my lymphatic glands at all,

 

It was sugar that almost killed me.

 

 

 

In the doctor’s office listen to what he says,

 

Don’t jump to conclusions if you’ve found a little bump,

 

Unless he shows you the x-rays,

 

Let his coffee contain the lump.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Stone Princess


The Meaning of Life
The Meaning of Life (Photo credit: Jari Schroderus)

Why am I here?

 

The thought goes through my mind,

 

There must be a reason,

 

But the answer is hard to find,

 

 

 

“The place is yours while you’re there,

 

Treat it like it’s your own,

 

It needs some work but you’ll see,

 

It’ll make you a very nice home,”

 

 

 

It was not entirely true,

 

The offer he made to me,

 

For hidden behind the scenes,

 

Was the power I could not see,

 

 

 

“Do what she wants to keep the peace,”

 

Her heart has turned to stone,

 

And I could feel her words strike,

 

As they pierced me to the bone,

 

 

 

If I must live under her rule,

 

And bow to her every whim,

 

Then I cannot stay in this place,

 

And let my light grow dim,

 

 

 

I want a place to call my own,

 

To rescue or restore,

 

And should I maintain it well,

 

It’ll last a few years more,

 

 

 

If the stone princess should follow,

 

In an effort to keep control,

 

She’ll lose all she was meant to be,

 

Her heart, her mind, her soul.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Me and My Honey


Little Honey
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He said, “The sun is shining and I’ve got a notion,

We’ll lie on a blanket and slap on some lotion,

We’ll pretend we’re at some fabulous beach,

I’ll rub you in places you can’t reach,

Winter is over and I’m raring to go,

I built up my energy while shoveling snow,

I got tired of the cold and being kept in,

I’m ready for fresh air and I want to see skin,”

 

She said, “Keep your eyes in their sockets and please don’t push,

I’m ready for spring and I don’t want to rush,

Spring is beautiful and I’m afraid I’ll miss much,

I don’t want you to bother me so please don’t touch,

The breeze is sighing as it twists through the trees,

I want to enjoy this afternoon so no heavy breathing please,

You’re being silly to be acting like this,

I know you’ll never be satisfied with just one kiss,”

 

He said, “I’ve spent most of my life in the fields and woods,

Farming, fishing, and hunting, learning life is good,

And after a day in the office my energy is spent,

I think I’ll go downtown, I need to vent,”

 

She said, “You’re going inside because I ruined your fun?

I thought it would be enough to just share the sun,

You came out here because you wanted to be near me,

Look around, there’s so much nature to see,”

 

She said, “It’s time for dinner, I’ll make you some food,”

 

He said, “I’m not hungry, I’m just not in the mood,”

 

She said, “Then I’ll go with you, I don’t want to be alone,”

 

He said, “Call one of your friends, you’re always on the phone,”

 

She said, “That was uncalled for, it was downright mean,

I think you’re the meanest man I’ve ever seen,”

 

He said, “You’re not the angel I asked for from up above,

You don’t treat me well and you don’t show love,”

 

Ah, newlyweds, we had so much to learn,

We started with love and had pride at every turn,

Now me and my honey know how to relate,

As long as I stay here and she stays in her state,

We’ll talk once in awhile on the telephone,

Because I get tired of this house and being alone,

Me and my honey just couldn’t stay together,

We just weren’t two birds of a feather,

 

She says she still cares about me,

I miss her too, but we can’t agree,

About how to get along in each other’s company,

And life goes on, both of us living in misery,

I can’t live with her and I can’t live without,

Is that what real love is all about?

There must be something I can do,

But at this moment in time I haven’t got a clue.

 

 

 

She’s the World to Me


English: Heart Planet Earth
Image via Wikipedia

My world is beautiful and wonderful,

I want to caress her fragile skin,

She’s my world on many levels,

I want to feel her heat within,

The atmosphere is her glory,

As it drapes around her crown,

Her cheeks blush with excitement,

As I love her up and down,

I can’t live without her,

She’s more than I’ll ever need,

She’s always there to greet me,

And there I’ll plant my seed,

When I see her glory around me,

I burst with manly pride,

She’ll be protected always by my love,

Which I’ll keep for her inside.

I Decided That as a Seed


Tree Silhouettes
Image by John-Morgan via Flickr

Long ago I learned how important,

It was to be like a powerful tree,

As I grew in wisdom and stature,

There were those who relied on me,

 

At first I was merely like a shade,

To protect visitors from the sun,

As I grew wiser I slowly realized,

My branches were for everyone,

 

Then I became a resting spot,

For those who were passing through,

My branches as a social gathering place,

Became important for those who flew,

 

And finally groups came by,

Content that I was safe and secure,

I didn’t charge any to stay,

Because my heart was willing and pure,

 

My roots stretched wide and deep,

Within the clay packed ground,

And all the denizens within the dirt,

Were proud that I was earthen bound,

I had chosen where to place my roots,

I needed a strong unmovable base,

When ferocious storms came through,

I wanted to be ready just in case,

 

Yielding only to the harshest of winds,

Often I was unable to save the nests,

Or protect those who depended on me,

But I still chose to remain and do my best,

 

I didn’t mind being rooted to the ground,

Traveling was something I didn’t need,

I chose to be happy where I was planted,

I decided that as a seed,

 

My visitors and the winds kept me informed,

About the bigger earth around,

But I was as happy as I could be,

Content with the world I’d found,

 

Like a tree I didn’t travel far,

Though my thoughts and wishes flew,

And my dreams and hopes were carried about,

By those who cared and knew,

 

My home has been available to everyone,

My arms have opened wide,

Like a tree I stand with arms upraised,

While my heart beats warmly inside,

 

“Do you mind being anchored to the ground?”

Some people dare to ask,

I smile and say, “I’m like a tree,

I have a bigger task.”

 

 

 

 

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