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)

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Barstool Tonight

Don’t let me die
in the gutter, dear Lord
with the cold rain washing my face
cats and rats sniffing around
that would be a terrible place

And don’t let me die
in a factory, Lord
on a cold dirty concrete floor
where they’d drag me outside
then forget my name
and go back and work some more

If I should die on this bar stool tonight
it probably would be the devil’s delight
Get me to tomorrow,
I swear I’ll do right
Lord, don’t let me die on this bar stool tonight

Don’t let me die in a super store, Lord
with strangers all gathered around
whispering and pointing, and trying
to hear what might be my last sound

Don’t let me die in my sleep, dear Lord
unnoticed and all alone
remaining undiscovered until
I quit answering the phone

If I should die on this bar stool tonight
it probably would be the devil’s delight
get me to tomorrow,
I swear I’ll do right
but don’t let me die on this barstool tonight

Maybe in the arms of a lover, Lord
on a beach or by a pure waterfall
a little reminder on my way out
of the beauty of it all

Non-reaper

In the time of the Harvest
specters of things unsown
are as cruel as the empty basket
and it is no consolation
that the locusts went hungry too

Sure, the birds of the air are fed,
but a rib eye seems to require
a bit more foresight than
seeds and crumbs
or the bread we cannot
live on alone

Not knowing what you’ve got
til it’s gone and realizing what
you could have had, right after it’s
too late to get it are the heads
and tails of regret

If a little time and effort
are the keys to transforming
your fields of stone
into those waves of grain
it is indeed foolish to wait
for the earth to plow itself.

Retirement Plan

I don’t like getting up early
I don’t like staying up late
don’t like running round in circles
don’t like to hurry up and wait

Come on MegaMillions
Come on Powerball
I need to hit it big
So I can live a life of ease
just like a muddy pig

I may be able to retire
when they lay me in the grave
but I’ll probably need a part time job
helpin’ Peter at the pearly gates

So come on MegaMillions
Come on Powerball
I need to hit it big
So I can live a life of ease
just like a muddy pig

Heavens Turn

I walked out to watch the sunlight fade
a crescent moon pursued
and so I stayed
to see if the stars would follow suit.

The heavens turn too slowly
there were demands on my time
so I had to go back in
before I saw them shine

Deposit

Scramble up the last of the eggs
wash them down with ice water
got through the week without having to beg
as rare as winning the lottery

Broke on the day before payday
a tradition that just won’t go away
sitting and waiting is all you can do
with the Where’s My Direct Deposit Blues

Was it too many bills
not enough overtime
too much riotous living
were you the victim of a crime
if financial husbandry
is beyond your ken
there will be many
weeks when

You’re broke on the day before payday
a tradition that just won’t go away
sitting and waiting is all you can do
with the Where’s My Direct Deposit Blues

Good Intentions

The field sobriety test was a fail
never was good at walking a line
so I take my mail at the county jail
til I pay off the fine
Guess I got a little too free
now I’m learning responsible
wish I’d listened closer
back when I was in school
This sweat dripping off my nose
is a sign of my good intentions
making up for stuff that happened
when I wasn’t paying attention
If hard work never hurt anyone
why does my back ache
how long is this likely to go on
before I get a break
Temptation is a poor companion
it’ll pester you until you give in
take you from the top to the bottom
then convince you to do it again
Three steps up and two steps back
is not the greatest progress
tangled up in your own tracks
til you end up in a mess
This sweat dripping off my nose
is a sign of my good intentions
making up for stuff that happened
when I wasn’t paying attention
If hard work never hurt anyone
why does my back ache
but I’m gonna keep keeping on
until I get a break