Differently

If the right thing
was always easy to do
we’d all be saints
but clearly that’s not true

good is better than bad
truth is better than lies
but people see them differently
I don’t understand why

compromise and forgiveness
are not on the agendas
of the prophets of mistrust
and the Great Pretenders

It’s up to the rest of us
to overcome the despair
it’s a full time job but we must
continue to care

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Thank You!

Three years and 1.062 posts ago, I started this blog. If you are one of the roughly 350 folks “following”, you are not just one in a million, but more like one in two billion (given the world population), and therefore quite special.

Even allowing for re-runs, that’s several hundred poems, some of which may have been worth the time it took to read them. I am ever grateful for the time you give.

Here’s to a thousand more! (Tell your friends)

Obvious

Some days, you feel
like a bounced check
insufficient to the task
a question whose answer
is so obvious nobody
bothers to ask

Don’t do anything foolish
tomorrow is another day
the sun will come from
behind the clouds
and things will be okay

Almost Saved

Defying the heartaches
that defined us so long
denying defeats
and the rights that went wrong
it’s not really over
til we throw in the towel
til we can’t push the button
til we can’t buy a vowel

Got my head in the clouds
and one foot in the grave
but I still believe
that I’m almost saved

you work half the night
you sleep half the day
it don’t leave much time
to go out and play
besides, drinking and driving
has become frowned upon
so I’ll sit right here
and have another one

Got my head in my butt
and one foot in the grave
still I believe
that I’m almost saved

If there’s an occasion
I could maybe rise to it
if there was something to do
I might even go do it
just a buzzard in a tree
waitin’ for something to die
a fish in a stream waiting
for some food to float by

Got my head in the clouds
got one foot in the grave
still I believe
that I’m almost saved

Einstein

I wish Einstein was here to explain
how the hours drag so slow
and the years go so fast
then he could tell me how Jesus is planning
to make the last first
and the first become last

If I’m in the middle
is that where I’ll stay?
Lord, help me know
just what to pray

I’ve grown too old
to sing a young man’s song
but I used to be certain
of what’s right and wrong
thought I had the strength
to do something about it
after seeing so much
even Einstein would doubt it

If I’m in the middle
is that where I’ll stay?
Lord, help me know
just what to pray

It seems everyday
sees another friend gone
their families struggle
just to carry on
this ebbing and flowing
they cut like a knife
Einstein would probably
say, “Hey, that’s life”

If I’m in the middle
is that where I’ll stay?
Lord, help me know
just what to pray

The setting sun paints
a fleeting masterpiece
I wait for it to come
back around from the east
and hope the pale moonlight
will light my way
Einstein why is night
so much longer than day

If I’m in the middle
is that where I’ll stay?
Lord, help me remember
just why I pray

I Miss My Forest Sometimes

I don’t know what happened
but I miss my forest sometimes
a breeze rustling my leaves
birds nesting and singing
I miss my bark

Don’t know where
they all went
leaving me here alone

It’s a good place
to stand, much to see
and contemplate, but
I miss my forest sometimes
I guess it’s my nature

To stick out like a sore
thumb was not my intention
I did nothing
but hold my ground
I miss my bark, and birds,
leaves and even insects.
I miss my forest

Sometimes, but here
I am, dammit, and here
I’ll stay until a higher power
blows me away

Break

The beauty can be hard to see
when dealing with some difficulty
you must have faith
that it will reappear
we learn from history
the hardest part of being free
is standing up and
facing down your fears

When there are cloudy skies
you are wondering why
and how you made that
last mistake
be patient, make another change
believe that God will arrange
some sort of parting
and a needed break