my best friend lives far away
in a place I've never seen
she sends me postcards
I visit there in my dreams
I can tell her anything
she's supportive and nice
she'll do anything for me
I never have to ask twice
sometimes she calls and we talk
she mostly listens though
I know she worries about me
I think she knows
sometimes I gather my teddy bears
I put them in a circle under the tree
I hope they have a friend like I do
if they were real, I'd set them free
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Mother's Hands
Mother's hands were full
teaching her children
the golden rule
Mother's hands were fast
serving others first,
herself last
Mother's hands were true,
cleaning sticky fingers
covered with glue
Mother's hands changed diapers
feet she held in one hand,
the other held the wipers
Mother's hands were soft before
as the years passed,
they grew calloused and sore
Mother's smile stayed bright
when her skin loosened
and her joints became tight
Mother put family first,
loving them at their best
as well as their worst
her's the lesson we learn:
Mothers were made to love
and give love in return
teaching her children
the golden rule
Mother's hands were fast
serving others first,
herself last
Mother's hands were true,
cleaning sticky fingers
covered with glue
Mother's hands changed diapers
feet she held in one hand,
the other held the wipers
Mother's hands were soft before
as the years passed,
they grew calloused and sore
Mother's smile stayed bright
when her skin loosened
and her joints became tight
Mother put family first,
loving them at their best
as well as their worst
her's the lesson we learn:
Mothers were made to love
and give love in return
From a Child's Eye View
children don't notice long lines of traffic
they hear the windshield wipers going doo-roop, doo-roop
they hear the rain dripping
the cars swooshing by
they see semis, much more enormous than dad's SUV
they see wind tossing leaves across the interstate
the ten red cars passing
they feel the rain tickle their fingers through the open window
they feel the cool, wet air
the damp seats
and are startled to learn that the windows
MUST BE ROLLED UP NOW!
they hear the windshield wipers going doo-roop, doo-roop
they hear the rain dripping
the cars swooshing by
they see semis, much more enormous than dad's SUV
they see wind tossing leaves across the interstate
the ten red cars passing
they feel the rain tickle their fingers through the open window
they feel the cool, wet air
the damp seats
and are startled to learn that the windows
MUST BE ROLLED UP NOW!
A Poem
Yes, I want you to start
Exercise Number One
Find a journal and describe it to me
Write a poem in your reverie
And as friends, tell me why
You're as sad as you are
I can't help, not knowing
the cause of the scars
Please share and we'll talk
About why life's not fair
I'll listen and offer advice, I swear
Exercise Number One
Find a journal and describe it to me
Write a poem in your reverie
And as friends, tell me why
You're as sad as you are
I can't help, not knowing
the cause of the scars
Please share and we'll talk
About why life's not fair
I'll listen and offer advice, I swear
The Office
Monet's fuzzy landscapes
Inspiration on the wall
Amy and I -- confederates
Each morning in the hall
Soft light shines down
On tropical palms
Start the coffee brewing
Enjoy the morning calm
Elevator doors
Whisper a warning
He booms "Get to work"
Instead of "Good morning"
Phones begin stirring
Faxes on the floor
Adrenalin rush starts
Nerves brace for more
Frowning concentration
Screen comes to life
Force the panic into order
Using logic like a knife
Noon comes and goes
Chained to the chair
One o'clock arrives
With its hungry stare
Finally, some progress
Time to talk and laugh
Sharing a mission,
We're the office staff
Relive it in our dreams
Rehearse it on the road
Repeat it again and again
'Till we're very old
Meaning -- is there any?
Each person makes that call
Friendships form and
Maybe
That's the purpose of it all
Inspiration on the wall
Amy and I -- confederates
Each morning in the hall
Soft light shines down
On tropical palms
Start the coffee brewing
Enjoy the morning calm
Elevator doors
Whisper a warning
He booms "Get to work"
Instead of "Good morning"
Phones begin stirring
Faxes on the floor
Adrenalin rush starts
Nerves brace for more
Frowning concentration
Screen comes to life
Force the panic into order
Using logic like a knife
Noon comes and goes
Chained to the chair
One o'clock arrives
With its hungry stare
Finally, some progress
Time to talk and laugh
Sharing a mission,
We're the office staff
Relive it in our dreams
Rehearse it on the road
Repeat it again and again
'Till we're very old
Meaning -- is there any?
Each person makes that call
Friendships form and
Maybe
That's the purpose of it all
Stars Shine
the brightest stars
shine in Kentucky
twinkle persistently
in constancy
sparkle love and kindness
friendship and fineness
shine in Kentucky
twinkle persistently
in constancy
sparkle love and kindness
friendship and fineness
Relationship Man
Doug Grant
A man who never says I can't
A planner, a doer
A wooer
A builder of networks
A giver of perks that work
A believer in healthy motivation
Appreciator of creation
Nurturer of body, spirit, mind
A manager of time
Family man
A man with a plan
A man who never says I can't
A planner, a doer
A wooer
A builder of networks
A giver of perks that work
A believer in healthy motivation
Appreciator of creation
Nurturer of body, spirit, mind
A manager of time
Family man
A man with a plan
My Style
my style isn't loud conversation
I'd rather listen to birds
I don't like crowded rooms
I'd rather spend quiet moment
my style isn't to argue
I'd rather just let it go
my style isn't loud noises
I'd rather have peace
my style isn't assertiveness
I'd rather get out of the way
my style isn't pulling others down
I'd rather help all I can
my style isn't sitting and waiting
I'd rather go out and do
my style isn't to be complacent
I'd rather keep learning
my style isn't to lose friends
I'd rather keep them
my style doesn't allow me too many
I'd rather have one or two true ones
my style may be different
but it's the best way I know
I'd rather listen to birds
I don't like crowded rooms
I'd rather spend quiet moment
my style isn't to argue
I'd rather just let it go
my style isn't loud noises
I'd rather have peace
my style isn't assertiveness
I'd rather get out of the way
my style isn't pulling others down
I'd rather help all I can
my style isn't sitting and waiting
I'd rather go out and do
my style isn't to be complacent
I'd rather keep learning
my style isn't to lose friends
I'd rather keep them
my style doesn't allow me too many
I'd rather have one or two true ones
my style may be different
but it's the best way I know
A Little Spot of Light on the Carpet
Mitchell comes for a visit
and plays quietly while
Daddy talks about boring stuff
Carrying his blanket
he smiles shyly
and lays down
comfortably
on the carpet
Playing with a sunbeam
that shines through
the window and
onto the floor,
a little spot of light on the carpet
and plays quietly while
Daddy talks about boring stuff
Carrying his blanket
he smiles shyly
and lays down
comfortably
on the carpet
Playing with a sunbeam
that shines through
the window and
onto the floor,
a little spot of light on the carpet
Tail-gater
I don't understand when I drive to work
why the driver up ahead of me always is a jerk
jamming on his brakes
when there's no reason to
I guess he just is sightseeing
with nothing else to do
why the driver up ahead of me always is a jerk
jamming on his brakes
when there's no reason to
I guess he just is sightseeing
with nothing else to do
Sunday, March 20, 2011
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