Day: September 21, 2018

Comfort in my coffee mug, steaming Java down I chug. Greatest way to start the day, is there any other way? This old mug has been my friend, and will be until the end. Many times its been worth more, than I paid at discount’s store.

Cats are great but Dogs are better, from Havanese to English Setter. Be your pal no matter what, pedigree or just a mutt. Fetch your news or chase a ball, they’re here to please and that’s not all. Some might say that it’s just schmaltz, but they love you despite your faults.    

Using big words just might impress, those who steer towards that excess. For some it’s just plain meaningless, I stand with them I must confess. For you who doubt my acumen, I’ll rhyme with the word albumin. To me that’s just plain alien, This ain’t Sesquipedalian.  

Riding in my bucket seats, no where near a bench it beats. Was a time when my old wreck, did me proud in my young trek. Nothing better than a miss, sitting close so we could kiss. Snuggled near and dragging main, keep those memories in my brain.

Some old songs sure take me there, to a time without a care. Before the service drafted me, and innocence began to flee. Remember when my biggest fear, was getting caught just drinking beer. And worry how to get the wad, to feed my tank and move my rod. But yesterday I had a view, … Read moreTwo dollars plus an eighty-nine

What’s good today is bad tomorrow, a source for so much grief and sorrow. Coffee, Salt, and mere Popcorn – even Chocolate held some scorn. Spuds and Eggs that once were out, common sense is paramount. When choosing things to polish off, think more a thimble than a trough.  

There are those who stretch the truth, I’ve seen it happen since my youth. Embellish here – enhance it there, evolves until it’s just hot air. I doubt they start it out to be, the end result we come to see. No matter how you slice or cut, a lie will bite you in the … Read moreStretching the Truth

The Timing Hand goes ’round and ’round, Inducing life to carry on. Seconds turn to Centuries, Turning Time to Memories Be it Earth or Outer Space, Time keeps marching at its Pace. Whether here or long since Gone, The Timing Hand keeps Marching On.

Respect is something one can’t buy, though there are many who sure try. This verb to most will mean admire – possessing it a deep desire. If you hold you in high esteem, for Respect Points you can’t redeem, even if you crave your druthers, Respect only comes from others.

Writing Rhymes that no one views, about one’s thoughts but not a ruse. Composing them at one’s own pace, then sending them to outer space. Creating Rhymes within one’s brain, perhaps to one its only gain. For this I can identify, helps me not to petrify.