You tell the story
I will write it down for you
I’ll use your words
I’ll use your dulcet tone
I will show your emotions
I will not afraid to be bold
Or to be honest in my writing
I will convince you one day
That you are amazing
That you are cherished
I will honor your memories  
Honor your legend
I will tell the fairy tale
That is your real, astounding, life
You do not realize the power you possess
The marvelous adventure that is your life
How will I ever get you to let me write for you?
I’ll tell you what I’ll do
“Yoo Hoo, I’ll make ya famous”

I like the taste of beer…
In your kiss
I like the looks you give me
You with your perfect smile
Your big blue eyes
So full of love
I love running my fingers
Through your super cool hair
…
From the bottom of my heart
From the most patient part of my mind
My love for you is endless
And unconditional
Because when I am with you
I realize…
I like the taste of beer
In your kiss

I saw a little puppy
Running alone toward the back of the apartment buildings
But then I saw his man
He was a great big man to have such a tiny puppy
It is starting to snow now
There is no milk or cream for the coffee
And no money
And it is not food stamp day…sigh
Things are how they are
And there is no use crying over no milk
Tomorrow my brother will leave
He’ll go back to Tennessee
Back to his oxymoronic life
His friendships with Pagan Hillbillies
My brother is afraid
Of his parents
Of my parents
Of being alone
No longer feeling much like “Win a car Jay”
Because he gave up everything for a known flake
And cheat  
Gotta go hang with Suzy today
Maybe “Win a car Jay” will come with
Maybe we’ll see a movie
Maybe we’ll see a little puppy

Christmas Day is finally here
“Time for laughter, Time for cheer”
To quote Dr Suisse as I often do
The master of rhyme
And poetry too
But enough about him
His mean angry Grinch  
Scaring all little children
Like Newt Gingrich
It’s time to waked up
I’ve got coffee to drink
Santa’s been to mom and dads
With a nod and a wink
I stayed up real late
And slept in until eight
I can’t sleep any later
It’s a terrible fate
But Christmas here
It has finally come
I am glad we do not
Have to eat sugar plumbs
I wrap m self up in my snuggie
So tight
“Merry Christmas to all
And to all a good night”

Twitter is stupid
Facebook is dull
It would be a nightmare
To keep track of them all
I’ve never liked MySpace
It’s such a huge bore
And checking my e mail
Is such a huge chore
I’m writing this poem
To post on the net
And it will get zero
Responses I bet
I’m tired of chat rooms
And lame game requests
I can’t download free music
Due to stupid virus threats
I hate those annoying
And tiresome Pop up ads
I don't need ******
Or new fashion fads
When the clip on the YouTube
Says like it or loathe it
Why should I answer,
When I think nothing of it
But despite all the *******
I’ll stay online all day
Or just for a little bit

What will be
Will Suzy be a Hawk-eye?
Or James a Doctor
What happens when my parents die?
Will James help me?
Will he be nice?
When they die will I die too?
Will Suzy
James won’t he’s too tough
James will get angry
Probably Suzy too
My mind is fragile
I can not comprehend those deaths
They are too big
Too real
Two years gone sense we almost lost him
And too, too afraid
I tell my parents they are not allowed to die
And they are not!
Not until I’m good and ready
But it will never be good
And I will never be ready

Morning again
A little after five A.M.
This is Christmas Eve day
There is no chimney here
To hang stockings by with care
So hanging them on the wall instead
And filling then with nothing
I simply make peppermint coffee
Having neither the ability or requirement of sleep
In my mind I have vague and dim recollections of Christmases past
Struggling to cope with the past
And even the present
I let go the good memories as well
And all memories are hazy
And afraid I have Alzheimer’s or MS
I long to recall my pleasant childhood memories
Blurry snippets of clothes and Christmas themed socks
And angel ornaments, every year an angel
And the big expensive gifts my little brother
THE MESSIAH got  
But now I write and remember the laughter
And the family stories
Mom read to us
Mom Sarah and Jamie
“The Night Before Christmas”
And “Santa Berry and The Snard”
And at the bottom of all stockings
At all Christmas’s Past
An orange and some Hershey Kisses
And I barely like Hershey Kisses
But I still ate them
Just like I ate black lickerish Jelly Beans on Easter
And those yucky, old people, candies in the brown and orange wrappers
On Halloween
I remember my aunts and uncles sending gifts
And my grandparents sent checks
Children cannot cash checks…sigh
And Hearing my father’s beautiful sermon
At Midnight Mass
And waiting for so long for him to come home from church
On Christmas morning
And hearing my mother shuffle around trying to get everything just right
James and I dying to come down stairs
“You can’t come downstairs just yet Santa is doing his finishing touches”
My Mother would yell up the stairs
Expecting us still to believe
When James and I begged repeatedly
I guess it doesn’t matter that I don’t have a chimney
Or anything to fill my stockings with
And Making an genuine effort to stop the Ghost Of Christmas Yet To Come
Because I have now regained
My fondest Christmas memories
And that will bring me comfort and joy
Hallelujah!