Month: September 2018

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.

You might be having a bad hair day, strands flowing out in every which way. Winds kicking high and blowing around, static won’t help in laying it down. Our dog is beset with a similar mess, though takes it in stride while showing no stress. If she could talk she would probably squeal, why is … Read moreHaving a Bad Hair Day

Here today – Gone tomorrow, between is joy and surely sorrow. It is the only life you’ll lead, and will proceed with blinding speed. I see it so where I stand now – if could repeat then I would vow, that every day I’d eat Ice Cream, and Double Fudge would be my theme! 

Special Rules – they are not new, and only for a chosen few. Common Rules are for the mass – most certainly the lower class. Walk above and set their pace, privileged is sure the case. Simple folks will seem the fools, to the elite with Special Rules.

“Officer down – Officer down!!!!” – chilling words in any town. Risk their lives to do their job, from traffic stops to rowdy mob. Always there to take the call – unselfishly assist us all. From one who served instead of flee – “Thank you” for protecting me!!!!               … Read moreOfficer Down – Officer Down!!!!