You know what's not funny these days
Is how much of life we give away
Used to laugh now we complain
When things seem to not go our way
There's no humor left at all
At least not so that I recall
We misconstrue the do's and don'ts
Hardened hearts behind tall walls
You know what's not funny now
That society has forgotten how
To take a joke and laugh out loud
Even if it's towards itself
We have lost the art in it
Jumped both the track and the ship
Not a bit of it have we kept
Can't even dip our toes in it
You know what's not funny here
Doesn't seem we've laughed in years
Is it because we live in fear
That the joke's between our ears
8h ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 9:48 AM UTC
The older we get, we often find that
We're like an old pair of socks
Tattered and torn as we're daily worn
Lucky if we're not, lost in the wash
Souls that run thin, from end to end
As our thread count tends to thin out
Old and abused, overly used
Walking about, holes filled with doubt
Often mismatched with ideas that we have
In thinking we'll live forever
Till we find ourselves lost, in the back of a drawer
Confused in how we got here
Hard-earned worn socks, this life we have fought
Eventually fading to gray
Gingerly kept till there's nothing left
Before being tossed away
1d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 3:31 PM UTC
after all
don't we all have tunnel vision
side to side
hiding in plain sight
barely do we see
and neither do we listen
out of sight
clearly out of mind
self-involved
today is just a given
if it weren't so
you know it'd be a lie
we beg for heaven
this side of heaven
tunnel vision
until the day we die
2d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 3:09 PM UTC
We step on the scale
To weigh ourselves
Yet find the scale
Offers no help
When the scale itself
Can never tell
How we feel
About ourselves
Or how well
We have dealt
In the realm
Of self help
Makes you wonder how
It controls the crowds
When on the scale
To weigh ourselves
3d ago
May 31, 2026 at 4:55 PM UTC
You may not believe
But believe you me, these word's I say are true
Out of love God sent his Son
To die for the likes of me and you
He came for man, steeped in sin
To give him eternal life
It all makes sense, this perfect plan
Why the Lamb of God had to die
Without a doubt, we can't save ourselves
Not that we'd even try
As serious as this situation
We too often choose wrong over right
From early on we've sought to be gods
Making up our own rules
Didn't take long till we were caught
Playing the part of rabid fools
Believe you me you must believe
These words grounded in truth
God sent his Son out of Love
To die for me and you
3d ago
May 31, 2026 at 9:58 AM UTC
Write it down
Slap its rear
Another poem
Is outta here
View it once
No more than twice
To sit and stare
We ain't got time
As another poem
Is being formed
While we talk
About this one
3d ago
May 30, 2026 at 9:41 PM UTC
Every time I go outside
I look for the hidden cameras
Thinking I've either lost my mind
Or I'm being Punk'd by Ashton Kutcher
If you ask me, it's hard to believe
All that I see happening
On this side of Crazy Street
Not sure if I should cry or continue laughing
There is no way this is okay
If you find yourself awake, please pinch me
The time, the place, the names, the dates
My mind keeps coming up empty
I used to say most every day
It can't get much worse than this
When without delay, I'm slapped in the face
With the saying of oh yes, it can
And here I am with head in spin
Around the corner looking
Is that Ashton and his camera man
They have to be out here, Punking
4d ago
May 30, 2026 at 7:28 AM UTC
I remember when your cold feet
Kept warm this poor, poor heart
Back when you laid next to me
Now out amongst the stars
Back then when my bony knees
Gave you the hardest time
I was your forever then
Forever you'll be mine
Funny how fading memories
Never do seem the same
As we tear up through the many
Moments, too soon given away
When bony knees and cold feet
Are the last to leave
Stirring the *** of memories
Of cold feet and bony knees
5d ago
May 29, 2026 at 8:07 AM UTC
Abracadabra
With nothing up my sleeve
Watch me carefully
As I try to be
Something that I'm really not
Someone other than me
Abracadabra
With nothing up my sleeve
Hocus Pocus
Trying to not own this
What's behind the curtain
Is a bit out of focus
You'll never guess what's behind my back
It's best if you don't notice
Hocus Pocus
Trying to not own this
Sim Sala Bim
No more than slight of hand
Watch as I pull out of my hat
Less than life demands
Some say it's magic
Depends on where you stand
Sim Sala Bim
No more than slight of hand
5d ago
May 28, 2026 at 8:55 PM UTC
There's something going on
With these old funny bones
Remembering when they had friends
Now they sit here all alone
I don't hold out that much hope
For these old funny bones
I miss the sound of laugh out loud
Now they sit around and moan
Times are difficult, don't you know
For these old funny bones
Youthful days once had their say
Now they say you're on your own
If only I had known
What would become of these funny bones
I might have laughed at every chance
At the jokes as they were told
Maybe there wouldn't be so much wrong
With these old funny bones
If I knew then the shape I'd be in
I wouldn't so easily have let go,
of these old funny bones
6d ago
May 28, 2026 at 2:39 PM UTC