Bob Grant Tell the Truth – OR – Tell a Lie, Finest Fruit – OR – Putrid Pie? Little White – OR – Whopper One, Truth – OR – Lie, It’s Out and Done. Consciously – OR – Without Thought, What you Should – OR – What Should Not? Is this You – OR – Undefined? Truth … Read moreOR
Almost Thirteen Thousand Feet, The View I see just can’t be Beat. They call it Here the “Snowy Range.” A Simple Name that Some think Strange. First saw It in year Sixty-three, Here for College I and Me. Stuck it Out I say with Pride, Glad I did ‘cause Met my Bride. Thirty miles a … Read moreThe Snowy Range
When did it Happen – this Dreadful Attack, MY HANDS – they were taken and I WANT THEM BACK!!!! Not sure If on Purpose or Just being Cute, What Gave me in Place – Ain’t no Substitute. The HANDS I remember weren’t Gifted as Such, But Worked for me Well – Looked good in a … Read moreI WANT THEM BACK!!!!
Double-Jointed ain’t a Term, That some Doctors hold as Firm. Hypermotion some Might Say, Joints directing The wrong Way. This Condition is a Trick, Conceited Folks just might Pick. Pump themselves up With a Whack, Patting hard Upon their Back. Accolades bestowed by “ME,” Greatest One but They might See, As they Strut at Bloated … Read moreDouble-Jointed
First day of School – In the Fourth Grade, Another Warm Photo and Memories Made. So many Pictures taken These Days, Modern Contraptions – so Many Ways. Still no Objections to Have me Around, Tells me She Loves me – Feelings Abound. As She moves Upward in Age and in School, Hope still Considers her … Read moreMemories Made – Memories Recalled
Only with Greenies were His perfect Match. Green all Around him In this Sheltered Patch. His world rather Small but Really no Care, Comfort in Green around Everywhere. Then Judgement Day his World came Apart, Shipped off to Market in a Greenies Cart. The shock of His Life – this Young Greenie Fellow, Others were … Read moreGeorge the Green Pepper
We are Unique in many Ways, in Our own Internal Maze. In a Car or On a Bus, left Behind is Some of Us. Enemies or maybe Friends, Which is Which it all Depends, Who we Meet along our Trek, Peaceful Sail to Big Train Wreck. Some will Come and Some will Go, Names for … Read moreDawn and Nell and also Art
In a Bank or in a Store, Drive-thru lanes and even More. Whatever Line when All is Done, seem to Pick the Slowest One. Is it Fate or Just poor Luck, the Fastest Line I’m never Stuck. Loser stamped For all to See, he’ll Never win the Lottery. At my Age so What’s the Hurry? … Read moreThe Line