Lights.

Lamps, torches, flashlights,

40 watts, 60, 75,

illuminate the way for the eyes,

but, what about the unseen?

The hidden even a floodlight can’t reveal.

That particular brightness comes from somewhere else,no filament, glass or electricity needed. Instead,

a kind heart to be heeded.

Please follow and like us:

Eight Hundred Thousand and Two

Grains of sand in my shoe?

Grains of salt on my food?

Grains of rice in my bowl?

I don’t have a clue,

and let’s face it, neither do you.

It doesn’t matter in the least,

as long as my coffee tastes sweet.

Please follow and like us:

Money is Never Free

Money is never free,

chasing it comes with a cost,

is what you gain, worth what you’ve lost?

The missed date,

daughter’s recital,

you were too late,

son’s soccer game,

you were on a plane.

You worry yourself ill,

closing the next deal,

step back and ask,

am I allowing my cash desires to ruin precious time with others?

Please follow and like us:

Going…Going

It was there,

then, it was gone,

leaving behind mere fragments,

I’m talking about your memory, mother.

It seemed to occur out of the blue,

but I can’t share that,

it would upset you.

You blamed it on old age,

but, things began to change,

It’s called “looping” I heard the doctor say,

That’s why you repeat things 98 times a day,

I answer your questions, nod and agree,

while I watch Alzheimer’s slowly take you away from me.

Please follow and like us:

Dangerous Theater

Chests are puffed out,

spines stand straighter,

threats are spewed

in this dangerous theater.

The brat fakes throwing a stone,

to intimidate another,

keeping others off guard

in this dangerous theater.

And, the play continues,

since the days of Mesopotamia,

the brat has no issue with spilling blood

all over this dangerous theater.

Bombs bullets and pain,

triggered by a brat’s signature,

spell the death of so many

in this dangerous theater.

Please follow and like us:

Everyone Deserves Their Moment in the Sun, Son.

Everyone Deserves Their Moment in the Sun, Son.

The Bible says don’t light your candle and hide it,

but, that doesn’t mean you should brag,

like when you twist someone else’s posts to make it be about you, hashtag.

Ego is thinly veiled,

and hard to disguise, you see,

you’re about to bust a gut,

because I want it all to be about me!

Someone posts a pic of their vacay,

you reply, “I’ve been there, let me tell you where I stayed.

Someone checks in and says, “this restaurant is nice.”

You reply, “I know, I’ve been there twice.”

Everyone deserves their moment in the sun, son,

just let them be.

Stop trying to turn everyone else’s posts into something about thee.

Please follow and like us:

Sometimes the Sky Rains Frogs

Sometimes the sky rains frogs,

and sometimes you need to sleep,

26% of the universe is dark matter,

yet, no one has even seen it.

Bumblebees shouldn’t be able to fly,

say the experts in science and aviation,

apparently, the bees never bothered asking for permission.

There’s a compartment in our brains that crave mystery and magic,

Without these components, our lives would be tragic.

We need that escape,

that’s why we love movies about people in capes,

and love stories and spies,

all the things we don’t experience in our everyday lives.

That compartment I mentioned earlier,

the one in your brain?

It gets smaller with age.

Not because of anything physical,

as you grow older, you’re told to be practical.

Time to act like an adult and climb those rings,

to the top of the work and/or family ladder.

If you don’t, people will ask “what’s a matter?”

But, we still want that fantasy,

that’s what made J.K. Rowling rich, you see?

Well, the bumblebee still flies,

and sometimes frogs fall from the sky.

I think it’s great to be surprised.

We are never going to have all the answers,

and would you want them anyway?

How boring would that be?

Please follow and like us: