Stream

To Fish a “Stream” there’s Nothing Better, Pure Enjoyment – doesn’t Fetter. A “Stream” of Blood keeps Me Alive, and Puts my Heart in Overdrive. A “Stream” of Light can Make things Right, on a Dark and Gloomy Night. Music that you “Stream” Direct, your Mood for sure It can Affect. A “Stream” of Words … Read moreStream

The Metric System

The Metric System makes me Numb, almost Always feeling Dumb. I am Told divide by Ten, but still Confused I can’t Pretend. Useless on my Trusty Rule, just Like when ‘twas back in School. “It’s so Simple” is the Rage, can’t Convince me At my Age. A 10K run Just seems Bazaar, all I know … Read moreThe Metric System

Warts

Are those You see and Them you Don’t, some You fix – Most you Won’t. Baggage comes With any Link, some Relationships they Sink. People can’t Live Day and Night, without a Scrabble or a Fight. Warts show Up and stick Around, live with Them or Battleground? Fifty Years show Many Warts, Have to Tell … Read moreWarts

Boy and His Dog

Boy and his Dog transcends Time, from Cuddle Time to Dirt and Grime. Pals for Sure – a Special Bond, there for Life and Well Beyond. But in this Case “She” Let me Down, though Clearly seeing What’s Around. Creeping close – the Camera Showing, and Snap this Shot without Me Knowing.

This Old Man & YouTube

R-E-S-P-E-C-T, that’s what YouTube means to Me. Not to Post my Aging Mug, just Hear Old Songs I Dug. Never liked the Flip DJ’s, turned me Off in many Ways. Always seemed to miss the Mark, not the Case with Young Dick Clark. Memory, well It’s kind of Shot, glad the Internet I Got. Pick … Read moreThis Old Man & YouTube

Breast Milk & Sex

At Seven-one — Seen/Heard it All, the Dreams alone are Standing Tall. So I felt this Was the Time, to Bare my Soul in This Here Rhyme. Sex peaks our Imagination, been that Way since our Creation. So I’ll share My Storied Past, even though None ever Asked. Stimulating some might Say, guess I’ve Tried … Read moreBreast Milk & Sex

The First Day of First Grade

Another year Has rolled Around, never Fails to me Astound. This Little Girl my Spirits Lift, I know That She’s a Precious Gift. Grandpa is what She calls Me, name me Grateful – I’d Agree. Hope she’ll Always understand, what Photos mean to this Old Man.

Hooters

Some think I need Manhood Tutors, ‘cause I’ve never Been to Hooters. Guess I don’t See what’s so Neat, ‘bout Burgers made from Owl Meat? Perhaps should Check the Mystique there, heard it’s ‘Bout strange Underwear? Might be a Sandwich – Triple Deckers, made from Meat of Woody Peckers?

Choices

Choices all have Consequences, difficult to Straddle Fences. Some are even Monumental, for Your future Instrumental. The Choice I make but Always Lose, and to Some it might Amuse. Internally I “always” Wine, when Pick the “slowest” Checkout Line.