Day: September 21, 2018

“Aye” the Pirate says to you, “i’s”in Mississippi too, “eyes” in needles used to sew, “i” for times we used to know, “Eyes on Fridge” I mention here, seeing things that we hold dear, scraps of paper turned to gold, holding stories to be told.  

Could I have been a Donald Trump, and not another common chump? Soaring high for all to see, I am the greatest – just ask me! “The Bob” – it seems – don’t have the ring, to make the masses jump and sing. But as “The Donald” keeps on scorin’, he’ll likely never be a … Read moreCould I have been a Donald Trump?

Three friends walking hand-in-hand, a place in time they do command. Difference races walking there, color blind without a care. Spanish, White, Iranian, if kids can do it perhaps we can, work together like the youth, it beats a fight and that’s the truth!    

What kind of person does consent, to plot the path to President??? Do we get the very best, or just the ones the most possessed? Endless questions – scrutiny, the average sole would mutiny. A rented house – a jet to fly, there must be more than meets the eye?

A memory – a place in time, a frozen image in my mind. Haunting now in older years, dredging out unwanted fears. Youthful dreams that were not met, wishing age could be reset. So I could have a Mulligan, and grow once more into a man.

I found and old friend – from way long ago, connecting again and getting to know, how we evolved from much younger years, and sharing the stories of some of our peers. He was a good friend – a best one for sure, with ongoing time we still will endure. Whatever’s to come – he’ll … Read moreAn Old Friend

Ripped – tattered – weathered – torn, in this condition some might scorn. Many years since it’s been sold, now it lays here being OLD! Tape it up or throw away? Its final fate should we delay? Impossible to reinvent, though can it be still relevant? Perhaps in life this is the case, to string … Read moreDon’t throw us Out

Why do some aspire to be, on the screen of your TV? Doesn’t matter what the reason, they are there in any season. Sounding dumb for questionnaires, speaking proud of their affairs. Competing for a treasured prize, losing weight to half their size. Most move on with no regret, shameless on the Internet. From stupid … Read moreWhat folks will do just to be seen

People come And people Go, now it’s People that I Know. Dying off at Record Pace, reality that’s Tough to Face. Wonder when it’ll Be my Turn, the Time and Place I cannot Spurn. Hope I leave with Grace and Class, and Someone’s left to Mow my Grass.  

Weather is a wonderment, often causing discontent. Changes plans and other things, yet at times pure joy it brings. Forecasts we wait patiently, but the truth is basically, I can often just learn more, yes, by looking out my door.