Dragon Fly Blues

On a clear day

If you are feeling blue

Look about you

Open up those ears

Listen

To the distant hovering sound

Cutting through the silence

Making a ripple in it

See the majestic

Multi-colored insect

Standing there

Motionless

Smiling

Laughing

Because

A friend was just found

A Tearful Moment for a Bear

In a land long ago

Where I stood tall

To sniff the air

I saw a bear

The grand dad of them all

I was in my youth

And not knowing better

I shot him dead

Now

I am older

And

That day brings a tear

For when my grand children comer over

I can not tell them

About

The beauty that was called a bear

Floating House

Hi

My name is Jeb

Meet my  wife Meg

We

Have a daughter Peg

We

All live

In a house

Made out of spit

I Don't Understand

Things are written in books

To be read

But not

Always

To be understood

The Word of Choice

Remember this

Writers of words

It is

Not

The size

Nor

The color

Of the pencil

But

The word

That is chosen

That can move

Mountains

And

Make men

Out of mice

Another World

Here I sit

Within my domain

Watching

That

Other world

Pass by

Never thinking

It could end

Never thinking

I can venture

Over there

Never thinking

It is

Beyond my reach

Never thinking

It is

On the other side

Never thinking

It is another world

Never thinking

I am

Just a fish

Thanks

This is the season of giving gifts

Allow us all

To thank you

It is your smile

And

The knowledge of you being around

That makes us all

Miss you

When you are not here

So

 Allow us

To say

Happy Birthday Santa

And thank you

For the gift of  your presence

Life is An Open Book

Learning is not about grades

Nor about

Getting a better job

Learning

Is about exercising your brain

The more you read

The more you explore

The mysteries of the written page

And

The healthier

your brain becomes

Don’t go to school for the grade

Go to school

To explore the magic

Hidden in books

Congratulations

To all graduates

No one is too old

Or

To young

To learn

or

go to school

May we all

follow your example

Never stopping to learn

Especially from each other

Life is an open book

Ready

For each one of us

to pick it up

And read it

Bad KItty

                                    Written 

                                                 April 8, 2011

Oh happy day

As I sit here

Watching

These wonderful

Edible golden fish

Swimming inside

This transparent hard box

Oooh how I wish

I could swim

Like these delicious golden angels

I hope

She doesn't see me drooling

But

How can she see me

How

Can she even know

I was drooling

Aaah I know

Let me spray

Some of my special sweet smelling

Perfume

On everything

And

She won't even know

 My nose and paw prints 

Were

Ever highlighting

This transparent box

Sitting here

 In front of me

Did you Know

The World is much older now

Than

When I was born

And that makes me happy

Because

I will always be younger

A Peanut Butter Birthday

Dude

Just remember

That a simple poem

Sticks to the soul

Easier than peanut butter

Sticks to Bread

And is never forgotten

So 

here's to your health

May you have

Many 

Many more birthdays

Birthday Poem Number 3

As I closed my eyes

I felt a soft but gentle sting

On my neck

Followed by a drop of moisture

Running down

Making a big plopping noise

On my pillow

At hearing the sound

I woke up

Only to see my cat licking me

And

Playfully sticking his claws into my hand

As he watched a Humming Bird

Fly up to my bedroom window

To whisper happy Birthday to me

Happy Birthday Number 2

It seems like

Yesterday

That you were 29

It seems like

A millions ago

But actually

 It was 1979

 you will always be

Forever young

With an apple in one hand

And

On the other

A knife

Keeping me at bay

Telling me to stay away

From your apple

As you spread

Peanut butter on it

So

As I look above me

In the sky

I remember

With a smile

Your Birthday

My Buddy The Spider

Stop

Go

Go Stop

If you see a spider crawling

On you

Don't say ouch

Don't flick him off with your finger

Just

Pat his head and say

Bit my neighbor

Lets Not Be Scared Of Words

Words written

On Paper

Are silent

To hear them 

Echo

we must give them 

A voice

So

Lets pick them up

To learn

What they are saying

Making them our friends

Strangers No More

As I was walking

Down the road

I saw darkness

As we passed

I smiled

And we were

No longer

Strangers

Broken Words

A promise spoken 

once

Is not forgotten

A promise broken 

twice

Is always remember

An Ice Cream Christmas

The magic of Christmas

Is about the sharing of fond memories

Gone by and yet to come 

It is about that special moment

When you can see a tear

Drop

From the eye of an eagle

When it starts to salivate

Because it sees

A red Robin sitting in a Cherry Tree

Looking like

  A mountain of vanilla ice cream

With a sprinkle of Jack Daniels

Happy Kitty

Have you ever

Noticed

A cat with a fluffy tail

Prancing

As it swishes its tail

Back and fourth

Erasing everything in its path

Causing havoc

Without ever noticing

That everyone is in an up roar

Over the nonchalant smile

As this beautiful kitty

Passes them up

Roses have toes

I hear the birds singing

As they surf

Across

Blossoming flowers

Only stopping

To catch their breath and

A drop of sweet nectar

As their wings

Accidentally  disturb

The delicate balance of pollen

Hanging loosely between their toes

As this little ditty is read

It can be said

You can still smile

At eighty

So

Happy Birthday

Taking Out Trashy

The gruesome twosome

Agent of trash

Hovers over all empty containers

It sits in waiting

For garbage can lids

To open

So it can swoop in

Tossing everything out

For the world to see

It smiles

When it sees a plastic bottle

Skinny dipping

In a pool of blue water

Scaring fish out of their skin

So remember

If you ever see

An open garbage can lid

Close it

Snuffing out

The agent of trash

Keeping the world clean

And fish in their skin

An invite to dinner

                                                    

Here I am 

Walking

On the floor

Crawling among the rocks

From pebble to peebble

Gasping for air

Between the air bubbles floating upward

Gathering in a circle

High above me

Hoping to escape

The eyes of hungry fish

Who are chasing them

To capture the delicate morsel

Dancing between their transparent bodies

As I watch

The dancing bubbles laughing at the fish

I become jealous at the sight

Cause

I am bound to the ocean floor

Till a human from the island in the sky

Throws a net down and traps me

Taking me to my fate

An Introduction to my voice

I use poetry, I write poetry to express not only my opinion but also to let people know who I am and where my mind wonders to. I love writing poetry, it is an easy way to get what is in my mind out, as well as making room for new and exciting ideas and experiences that may find their way into my head.