Sunday, November 28, 2010
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Within the black shadows it hides and it waits.
It wishes to torment me, lash me and slash me
Gnashing its teeth, longs to seal my fate.
So I stick to the high grounds, the ridges and treelines,
The hills and the mountains where I make my home.
Though sometimes I wonder if I should go down there,
If I should confront the beast that wants my soul.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
He was bare as a bear could be.
He got more than his share of giggles and stares
'Cause he was such a strange site to see.
At first he was worried that he wasn't furry
But with time grew to like his bare skin.
Now he lives life with ease, just enjoying the breeze
Wearing nothing at all but a grin.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Monday, July 12, 2010
Which wasn't that easy to do.
For it had eight arms with which to hold me
And I was armed only with two.
With skill and brute strength and a good bit of luck
I was able to give him a wallop.
But next time I feel like a watery tussle
I'll challenge a mussel or scallop.
Or a shrimp.
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Just how it got there's not entirely clear
But it's there nonetheless and it feels rather weird
Now I'm fully aware that my quandary sounds queer
But you must understand that I'm being sincere
When I tell you an elephant's stuck in my ear
I'm sure my predicament's quite severe
I need a good doctor or engineer
Who can figure out how to make it disappear
Maybe pull from the trunk, or push from the rear
But please, someone, please get it out of my ear!
Friday, July 2, 2010
Friday, June 25, 2010
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Monday, June 14, 2010
When I heard the color blue
It filled my eyes with deafening whispers
Of a lonely, mournful hue
I don't know when or where it came from
Don't know how it came to be
Before I knew just what was going on
The waves washed over me
And I was swimming in a chorus
Of a thousand fallen tears
I caught the scent of baleful drumming
Winding rhythm through my ears
It was a symphony of sadness
Suffocating was the song
A taste of melancholy madness
And in a moment it was gone
Thursday, June 3, 2010
And flowing white robes, as others poked fun.
They turned their eyes skyward in practiced performance,
They turned their eyes skyward and stared at the sun.
No one knows why they did it, they sat there in silence,
Unsettling scene in a picturesque park.
Tears flowed down their cheeks as they stared at the fire,
Unblinking until they saw nothing but dark.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
A fistful of daisies in hand.
He's not sure where he's going, forgot where he's been
He just aimlessly wanders the sand.
He belongs to no country, religion or creed
Adrift, the last man in the world.
And although it seems crazy, he clutches those daisies,
Just hoping to find the last girl.
Monday, May 31, 2010
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Monday, April 26, 2010
Friday, April 23, 2010
By some twist of fate,
A hole opened up in time and in space
And before I could grab it
My hat blew right through it
And vanished without a trace.
Did it jump to the future
Or back to the past?
I have no way of knowing just when it is at
So I'm standing here, waiting
Confused and debating
If I should go buy a new hat.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Of the terrible creature they call The Scare.
It has sharp, pointy teeth
And claws that can scrape,
And if ever it gets you
You will not escape.
And if you venture out into the night
Watch out for the one they call The Fright.
It has scaly, black skin
And red eyes that glow,
If it grabs you, dear children,
It won't let you go.
And I beg of you, children, please steer clear
Of the horrible monster they call The Fear.
It gobbles up anyone
Who gets too near,
And if it takes hold
You may well disappear.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
That would change the course of history.
Somehow the spark of life took hold
In an ancient primordial sea.
Behold, a blob of divine potential,
Unequipped to imagine its own eventual
Importance. For it was destined to be
Quite significant and influential.
And as eons passed it formed a brain.
It grew eyes and a tail and rearranged
Its pieces and parts, to find the ideal,
It ever so slowly changed.
It was still just a blob, basically,
But it learned to use its agility
To wiggle and squirm and carve out a life
To the best of its ability.
With the passing of time it learned to do more.
It grew fins and scales and began to explore
The whole of the oceans, and when it was through
Fixed its sights upon the shore.
It grew legs and skin and working lungs
And hauled itself into the light of the sun
And it breathed the air, and it walked the earth
And yet still it was not done.
And the blob diverged into various forms,
Some rather plain, some out of the norm.
And it conquered the land, the water, the skies,
And the planet was transformed.
It coupled and grew into families,
Developed culture and complex societies.
It built villages, towns and organized nations
All part of its lasting legacy.
Its knowledge grew at a furious pace.
It unlocked the mysteries of time and of space.
It mastered its world and all it contained
And undoubtedly won life's race.
Finally, with no problems left to solve,
And confident that it had fully evolved,
It sunk deep into a comfy chair
And turned right back into a blob.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Friday, April 9, 2010
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Well, I must apologize
Because I hadn't time to finish
It's not ready for your eyes.
I beg you please come back tomorrow
I'm sure I'll have it done by then
You see I'm working on the last line now
I've almost reached the
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Friday, April 2, 2010
Monday, March 15, 2010
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Monday, February 22, 2010
Sunday, February 21, 2010
in the open cockpit of a WWI plane,
of a sleek black motorcycle,
coming out of a hairpin turn...
as an arrow whistled harmlessly past his ear...
to turn over the ten of spades...
downwind from a pride of lions...
pausing briefly before the downswing...
with a mysterious redheaded woman...
staring into a deep ravine...
of a large-caliber revolver...
he felt the thing men have always felt
as they taste the salty blood of life...
Monday, February 8, 2010
I'm going to step out into the night
And stare right up at him
And I'll whistle
And I'll jump up and down
Until I'm certain he sees me
And when I have the moon's full attention
I'll offer up my warmest, kindest smile
We will stand there, face to face
With nothing to hide
Sharing a comfortable silence
Like two old friends
And the moon will realize
That somebody down here is thinking of him
He will know that someone cares
They tell me that I'm awfully small
And the moon is terribly far away
But that doesn't discourage me
I'll try my best to take away those blues
I'll try to make the moon beam
Friday, February 5, 2010
Thursday, February 4, 2010
At a quarter after three
Mrs. Mouse and Mrs. Snail
Got together for low tea.
They carried on this bit of business
Inside Mrs. Snail's shell
And although it sounds uncomfortable
They managed rather well.
Now one day as they sat chatting
They heard a knock upon the door
It was their neighbor Mrs. Turtle
On her way back from the store.
And like any proper hostess
Mrs. Snail threw her door wide
She took Mrs. Turtle by the hand
And begged her "Come inside."
But it soon became apparent
Though they squeezed with all their might
They just couldn't fit another
In a home so small and tight.
"Not to worry" said Mrs. Turtle
"The answer's obvious to me
"We'll relocate this fine tea party
"My spacious turtle shell holds three."
So they took their tea and crumpets
From Mrs. Snail's small bungalow
And resumed their little gathering
In Mrs. Turtle's grand chateau.
But just as soon as they were seated
In Mrs. Turtle's roomy shell
They were once more interrupted
By the buzz of the doorbell.
At the door was Mrs. Rabbit
(She lived a few miles down the road)
And beside her, smiling widely
Stood her dear friend Mrs. Toad.
Now this presented a conundrum
As I'm sure you would agree
For there's just no way to fit five guests
In a home that's built for three.
So they put their heads together
They knew they'd need a bigger house
And after weighing all the options
All heads turned to Mrs. Mouse.
"Although I'd love to host you"
Mrs. Mouse said from her seat
"My husband is a pack rat
And so the girls decided
To cancel their tea party
And instead go for a walk.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
The thing for which you were waiting, patiently
Has been discontinued.
And although it's not exactly what you had hoped for
Please accept this substitute, for it is a fine item.
We are certain that you will find it useful
We appreciate your business.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
It's traveled the world, it's finally here
So step right up and pay the cashier
Just a nickel, not one penny more
Curiosities, oddities, rare and unique
They'll only be here for the rest of the week
No pushing no shoving, you'll all get a peek
Throw your nickel in the jar
You'll see wondrous things that you'll hardly believe
Like the wedding announcement of Adam and Eve
Hold a melted snowball from Mount Fuji
That's been saved in a soda pop bottle
Cultivate a taste for the finer things
See art procured from the international scene
See a miniature portrait of the Queen
That's affixed to a postal letter
Thursday, January 28, 2010
I'm Mother Nature's brother
I'm a dirty rotten guy
Not as well known as my sister
Though I give it my best try
I'm mischievous and devious
My list of exploits long
I tinker with my sister's work
Until I get it wrong
Ever marveled at the platypus's
Bill, webbed feet and fur?
I mixed a duck and beaver
With a shake and then a stir
I put the hump upon the camel
Pressed the nose of the poor pug
Put the prickles on the porcupine
So he could never hug
I locked away the lowly turtle
Deep inside his boxy shell
Honked the horn of the rhinoceros
Though I don't think he could tell
Yes I'm a dirty rotten scoundrel
I admit this fact of course
Scrubbed the stripes right off a zebra
That's how I made the horse
I broke the mole's eyeglasses
Told the goose that it could sing
Plucked the feathers from the fruit bat
Gave the honeybee its sting
Stretched the neck of the giraffe
And then I stole the monkeys' pants
Stripped the peahen of her plumage
Hid the uncles from the ants
I like trickery and mischief
And I'm quite the gifted thief
You'll find traces of my handiwork
Wherever there is grief
I laundered the flamingos
With a bright red kneehigh sock
And I crammed those extra teeth
Into the mouth of the poor croc
Yes I'm a schemer and a rascal
But I don't get a fair shake
For if I hadn't swiped that lizard's legs
We wouldn't have the snake
So next time you stare in wonder
As a flying squirrel takes flight
You should thank old Brother Nature
For providing such a sight
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Damp sand, sea foam, footprints stolen by the hungry surf
Toes wet, feet wet, knees wet, too late now
Rhythmic waves. An unplanned wade into the unknown.
Shaman, standing on the edge of forever
Swaying gracefully in the restless water
Silhouetted by the silver moonlight?
Or just washed up,
Alone and afraid
A dollar ninety nine.
I'm stocking the shelves at the People-Mart
Pricing each one
With a plastic gun.
Judging them one at a time.
Click clack, click clack
A sea of human cans.
My task is to calculate each one's worth
By color by weight
By size and by shape
A price for each life in my hands.
Click clack, click clack
How can I determine the cost?
Shall I tally the value trait by trait?
Big heart or big brain
Are they worth the same?
I confess that I feel a bit lost.
Click clack, click clack
Am I willing, am I able?
To subtract for the scratches, scuffs and dings?
Dented or defaced
Will that change the taste?
What if a can's missing its label?
Click clack, click clack
Rows and rows of unmarked cans.
No way to account for potential or grace
No price is too high
I let out a sigh
Just what is the worth of a man?
Click clack, click clack
Pointless pursuit of prices.
Give up the charade, my futile trade
Close down the store
And lock the front door
For each man on the shelf is priceless.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Staring up at the unblinking stars
What I'm doing here
In the final frontier
A countdown, a flight and a crash
A life lost and found in a flash
Alone left for dead
A bump on the head
I see red
If you receive this transmission...
I summon the courage to stand
Cast my shadow across a strange land
My body is weak
My cry hoarse and meek
With only one small step in mind
My boot makes a leap for mankind
Horizon line nears
My head slowly clears
Wipe my tears
You got your ears on?
Spaceman wanders lost and alone
Silent beauty of the unknown
Sunlight warms his face
Footsteps fall with grace
Fear subsides and at last I find peace
Chart my course over sandy red seas
My heart and head freed
Forever my creed
No need for rescue...
I see signs of life...
Over and out.
Friday, January 22, 2010
Unlike any you've seen
This unusual horse
Wore a pair of horse jeans.
They looked strange on a horse
But he kept them quite clean
He slept in and cherished
And loved his horse jeans.
The knights wouldn’t ride him
They could be quite mean.
“We’re not charging into battle
On a horse with horse jeans.”
“We’ll get laughed at by women,
"Little girls and by teens.
"No, we won’t ride a horse
"Who walks around in horse jeans.”
The Queen was concerned
By this unfortunate scene.
So she found a horse doctor
For the horse with horse jeans.
“Give him a full checkup
"By order of the Queen
"We just can’t let this horse
"Walk around in horse jeans.”
When she left the horse said
“Doc, I don’t need a vaccine
"I just like to have pockets
"That’s why I wear horse jeans.”
“Aha!” said the doctor
“If that’s all you need
"I’ve the perfect prescription
"Soon you won’t want horse jeans.”
The next morning the doctor
Went straight to Queen
“I’ve fixed him, he’s cured.
"He’s given up his horse jeans.”
The Queen ran to the stable
To check on the horse
He was standing there smiling
Wearing his new horse shorts.