Month: September 2018

There’s a tune in my head that won’t go away, I don’t want it there but it’s stuck on replay. Crept in yesterday from a radio song, enough is enough as its been here too long. Thought sleep was the cure but it was in my dreams, that tune is persistent and stubborn it seems. … Read moreTune Exorcist

Getting close to sixty-nine, certainly am past my prime. Though this girl who’s almost five, makes me glad that I’m alive. A daughter of the grander kind, keeps me strong in sole and mind. For she keeps me on my game, she is my Eternal Flame.

Fingers do good things, Fingers do bad things, Fingers have minds of their own. From picking your nose, to painting your toes, More than mere knuckles and bone. Raise one in anger, raise two in peace, raise all in a friendly high five. Fingers of sinners, Fingers of saints, must clasp if we are to … Read moreFingers

Hand in hand we walk with her, We are Grandparents – that’s for sure. A gift to us from our dear daughter, both mean more than air and water. We treasure time we spend with her, moves to fast and that’s for sure. Seems yesterday ’twas in our palm. the tiny hand of her dear … Read moreWe are Grandparents

The rhymes I write are just for fun, the purpose there is really none. But just a note from one afar, I think you know just who you are. Single student – rhyming man, with lofty goals within your plan. I thank you now yet many times, your thoughtful words about my rhymes.    

It used to be beer – now it’s just cola, a change that I made now that I’m olda. Buy it in packs – just like the past, prefer it that way – the longer they last. Traded the buzz for something much more, can end standing up – not drunk on the floor. The … Read moreIt used to be Beer

Just please scratch my chest once in a while, and creating this is making me smile. She follows me ’round wherever I go, on nicest of days or even in snow. She doesn’t ask much – just comfort and food, she lifts up my spirits and betters my mood. But be a short distance or … Read moreJust Please Scratch My Chest

Special women – one at three, candles bright of joy and glee. Share her age I might be found, pushing daisies from the ground. A little hint in words of leaven, sort of rhymes with pixie heaven. Been with me for forty-five, ’tis the case – she makes me thrive. Truthful fact I cannot hide, … Read moreMy Ageless Bride

No giant TV hangs on my wall, No poor dead animal stands in the hall. No pool table with green felt on top, No leather couches on which to flop. No darts to throw while tipping back beer, No Harley props or athletic gear. No dazzling trophies to show off my might, No toys of manhood … Read moreMy Man Cave

If the answers I did haul, would I share them with you all? Be them true or just made up, would I have the giving cup? Collected over time and past, carry them and hope they last. Solve one problem at a time, would I take a single dime? Alas – it’s just a foolish … Read moreMy World Tour