A Night Time Prayer

Smile

God will smile with you

Cry

He will sing with you

Now my little one

Close your eyes and sleep

For tomorrow is another day

To play

The Nature of a Four Letter Word

I know a four letter word

It’s not much of a word

But

Every time I think of it

I think of you

Every time

It comes to mind

You come to mind

Compared to some

Its quiet simple and unique

It’s always on my mind

Never far from my lips

It puts a smile on my face

And

When I think of it

It puts a thought into my head

That

Could have only come from you

Birthdays Are the Road to Heaven

Birthday are never forgotten

But are always remembered

By the young and miss placed

By the old

For birthdays

You see

Become the stone

Crashing through glass

And

The pebble bouncing off

The Iron Gate leading to heaven

So

Never fear

Birthdays are God given

To keep you awake

As he takes you

Down the road of life

To his paradise

Smile

A reflection of things to come

Poetry highlights the shadowy

Outlines of life

Read a poem

And

Light up the night

Once filled with shadows

Now

Known to you

Be careful

Be prepared

To smile and to cry

Once again

Because poetry

Is really

A part of life

Just like you

Beer

I have a need

A need to drink beer

I have a need

To live at top

Living life to the fullness

Is what I want to do

Beer allows me to do so

Beer is my life line

Call me a watering can

And

The beer I drink water

Lord what am I saying

Lord what am I doing

The beer I am drinking

Is blinding me

I can not stop drinking

I need help

Can anyone help me

I don’t want to die

And I do want to see again

The key

Believe in magic

It’s real

Believe the impossible

It will become possible

Believe in your dreams

They will come true

Believe in yourself

You will grow

Believe you can do it

And you will

Believe you have the power

To change what is written

And what will be written

About you

Believe you are the key

That can unlock the door

From the impossible to the possible

The Curse Of Time

Did you know

That the curse of getting older

Is that you forget

Everything you want to remember

And

You remember everything

You want to forget

The curse of being younger

Is that you can’t wait

To get older

But the older you get

The younger you wish you were

No Name Road

There are mountains

There are valleys

The road to each

Is not always

Straight and narrow

Life

Things are much simpler

Than what they seem

It’s like stepping on stones

In a creek to get to the other side

Your feet will get wet

But still get across

Kitty Toy

Come with me

Take my hand

Feel my strength in my blood

Come with me

Feel my weakness

On my brow

Come with me

Wipe my sweat from my toes

As I wiggle them

Giving Giggles

The kitten a toy to bat around

In the living room

Let The Monkey Dance

Spank the monkey

Make him cry

Spank the monkey

Make him laugh

Hang him high by his toes

And

Watch him dance

Pet the monkey

Make him smile

Pat him on the head

And

Watch him follow you

To bed he will go

Keeping you warm

On cool nights

Kiss him on the cheek

And

A friend you will have for life

Standing by your side

Waiting to protect you

From the evil spirit

Hiding in a pile of socks

In the corner of your closet

Behind the invisible door

In your room

So beware

Let the monkey dance

As he snares the villain

While the sun sleeps

The Desert Wind

The wind blows

Over a desolate land

Like a kiss

Waiting

For a breathe of fresh air to arrive

To quench its thirst

That never ends

And

Never stops

Leftovers

Close one eye

Open the other

What do you see

That’s right

A piece of left over

Spider lint

The Eight Legged Angel

There is spider

Making its home

On my car

It’s living behind the side mirror

Where no one can reach

I know she’s there

I can see the milky outline of her web

Scratching

Shadows of passing cars

On my mirror

Sometimes I wake up

In the middle of the night

Dreaming of this spider

Living behind my mirror

That’s when I start to think

This spider is my angel

The Relaxing Butterfly

Music and poetry

Move the soul

But unlike poetry

Music causes the feet to move

The marriage of the two

Create a rhythmic dance

Merging together

A chorus of sight and sound

Forever to be heard on a sunny day

By a butterfly sitting on a rose petal

Swaying in the breeze

Monkey Dreaming

I woke up this morning

And next to me

I saw a monkey

Crying on my pillow

It was then

When I realized

That

I was looking at my reflection

Through my tears

Spiders Don’t Scare Me

I was sitting down one day

When a spider came trickling

Down from the ceiling

And sat next to me

Its eyes were a deep red

And

Letting curiosity get the better of me

I asked the spider

What the problem was

He replied

I have allergies

Being a meek well mannered man

I was starting to show some concern

For this red eyed creature

Suddenly

I was staring down the barrel of an assault rifle

My meekness

By this time had faded

The spider began to speak again

I heard no sound but instead

I saw a tear running down his face

I spoke to this monster and I said

Sit down or be squished

Now

I have no fear

The creature is gone and the sneezing is no more

A Co-worker becomes a friend

It has been said

To continue with life

One must swallow

Then

Start drinking again

Till

It does not hurt anymore

Well

It does hurt to see you go

You have become someone special

Someone to remember

You are the glue

That

Held us and this job

Together

Tomorrow

When your name is whispered

A tear will run down our cheeks

In memory of our friendship

To My Sister

My dearest sister

We may be apart

But

I am always thinking of you

Are you eating well

Are you sleeping soundly

You may not believe me

But

At our last visit

I seemed a little on edge

Well I was

It’s not because

I needed your approval

I needed your strength

With out you in my life

I would not be the same person

You are a part of me

I am a part of you

Together

We make up the individuals

That we have became

And are becoming

My dearest sister

It sounds funny doesn’t it

I like thinking about you

And

 Laughing at you

I hope this letter finds you well

Strangers Become Friends

When I met you

We were strangers

The shyness

That was there

Shed its clothes

That

Cold uncertain smile

Found its way

To a giggle

Our laughter

Became whispers

Signaling

The beginning

Without end

To our friendship

And to the vast blue skies

On a sunny day

A Gem To Us All

              A precious stone

Is only as good

As the value

That is placed on it

By a smile 

So

Remember this

Every time

You look at this plain rock

sitting here

In the palm of my hand

A stone is a precious gem

When

It is given as a gift

Even if

It is a plain everyday rock

Found in a river bed

Selling Point

A positive attitude

And a smile

Can turn a shopper

Into a customer

Lazy Summer

Summer is here

And

It’s hot

Allowing the couch

To be replaced by a lawn chair

And a can of beer

You want to borrow what!

A name

For a next door neighbor

Might be

A pain in the neck

Following instructions

Cooking

Keeps you looking

At the pages of the cook book

While

 Searching for a new recipe

The Banking Experience

A penny saved

Is not always

A penny saved

It sometimes depends

On the handling fee

Charged

A Drug

 

Beware

Reading can be

Habit forming

Aunt Dee

I walked into the room

I wasn’t expecting to see

What I saw

She was on her deathbed

She gave me a smile

As a clenched fist flew

Across the room towards me

It was her way of saying good bye

I smiled

It was my way of saying thank you

For allowing me to have a glimpse

Into your life

I know you are with St. Peter

Laughing

Smoking and drinking a can of Olympia Beer

Thank you Aunt Dee

You have made my life better

Because

I was there to see you smile

Loosing A Friend

Where has she gone

We can no longer talk

Where has she gone

We can no longer walk

Hand in hand

This morning I saw her

Laughing

This morning

I was not with her

Yesterday

We were walking together

And we were laughing

Today I am here

I am by myself

And she

Is over there

Tomorrow does not exist

Our friendship is like a raindrop

Bouncing off a tin roof

On a rainy day

3 am Wake up Call

O Lord

Let me sleep

But a minute

In your loving arms

Here I am

Awake at 3 am

My mind racing out of control

Please Lord

Let me sleep

But a minute

In your loving presence

Let me drink

From your cool waters

Washing my thoughts clean

They are my reason

For my spinning head

California Day Dreaming

I have felt lots of pain

In my day

I have given a lot of pain

On days gone by

But

This day

I am catching the train

The conductor’s voice

I hear

He is yelling

All aboard

This train is bound for New Jersey

I hear him say

I looked at my watch

Then

At the overhead bill board

I remembered

As I start to shake

The cobwebs

From my ears and hair

I am only going to Sacramento

And

This is my birthday

Respect

Did you know

That a smile

Is a sign of respect

And a frown

Means

I don’t care

If I live or die

But

If God had a frown

When he made us

We would not be here

Today

So smile

And enjoy

What God has made

Birthday Cake

Another year has gone by

And

Still another to come

The hours of the day

Have become

Days of the week

And still I am here

Waiting for the moment

When my cake

Walks in

I know the time is near

I can feel the heat

From the candles

I love the taste

The smile

The feel of my birthday cake

This day

The day of my birth

Is a wonderful day

To eat cake in my honor

A New Life Birthday

Have you ever noticed

That birthday’s

Are like leaves on a tree

When

They are ready

To fall to the ground

They do

Creating compost

And eventually new life

So

Happy birthday

On your very special day

No Longer Silent

Words written on paper

Are silent

To hear them echo

From the mountain tops

We must give them a voice

So

Let’s pick them up

Learning what they are saying

Making them our friends

And allowing them

To be

No longer silent

A Plum Jam Bed

The toast of the town

Is the slice

That is not

 Well done

And

All the others

Are used as a bed

For plum jam

The Beginner Dance

Come dance with me

Come smile with me

If I happen to stumble

And fall

Please pick my bones

Off the floor

Smile

Turn me up

Turn me down

First I smile

Then I frown

I would whether smile

Than frown

So turn me up

Instead of down

The Morning Mirror

Keep smiling

What you see

Is

A figment of your imagination

The nod of approval

Is actually

A look of confusion

So beware

The next time

You see it

And

You are still standing

In front of the bathroom mirror

Honey Suckle

Oh honey suckle

So pure

So fair

Why must you die

To live again

Some other day

To see you water me

With your tears

To see you smile

To give you pleasure

That is why

I must die

Came the reply

From the honey suckle

So pure

So fair