Let’s raise a toast to empty thought,
To all the things that thinking’s not:
A stroll, a drive, a gentle sway,
Where worries simply drift away.
I love to walk and let my mind
Unravel knots I’ll never find.
Or fly through clouds, just gazing out,
No urgent need to think about.
Sunbathing’s bliss, with brain on snooze,
Should I turn now, or just hang loose?
The lazy warmth on golden skin,
A gentle world, just drifting in.
And TV’s glow, that siren song,
Where hours slip serenely wrong.
No puzzles here, no mental strain.
Just let the plot drip through my brain.
So here’s to all those vacant joys,
The mindless games, the idle noise.
For sometimes, thinking’s overrated.
I’d rather be un-contemplated.
May 31, 2025
May 31, 2025 at 1:49 PM UTC
Out on the porch in the hush of evenin’,
Where shadows stretch and the day grows thin,
The old swing waits, with its gentle creakin’,
Rockin’ in rhythm to memories within.
It ain't just sittin’ nor waitin’ for time,
It’s holdin’ the heart of the old home in line.
There’s Ma and Pa, and kinfolk gatherin’,
Voices blendin’ with the whippoorwill’s song;
Lemonade sweatin’ in mason jars glistenin’,
Stories and laughter that drifted along.
The swing, like a cradle, rocked us all near,
Holdin’ the years, and the folks we hold dear.
Neighbors would wander up, slow and smilin’,
Leanin’ on fences, or settlin’ in close;
Talkin’ of weather, of crops, and beguilin’
The dusk with their news, or a neighborly boast.
The swing was the pulpit, the pew, and the pitcher,
Where gossip and kindness made all our days righter.
I recall Granddad’s hands, rough with old seasons,
Pushin’ me gentle, his stories spun slow;
Grandma’s soft hummin’, the hush and the reasons
She’d pat my small hand so I’d always know-
That love, like the swing, circles back through the years,
Rockin’ us steady through laughter and tears.
And oh, the sweet hush of a soft summer evenin’,
When two hearts would meet in the porch’s embrace;
Whisperin’ secrets, the moonlight believin’
That time could stand still in that tender old place.
A shy brush of fingers, a promise, a sigh,
The swing holdin’ dreams as the night drifted by.
Paint’s chipped and faded, the chains might be rusted,
But still it keeps swayin’ as old as it seems;
It’s more than a seat where the idle have trusted.
It’s the keeper of moments, the cradle of dreams.
For out on that porch, in the hush of the gloamin’,
The old swing keeps rockin’ and time keeps flowin'.
May 14, 2025
May 14, 2025 at 1:17 AM UTC
In the quiet of the afternoon,
When the sun is at its peak,
A gentle breeze whispers through the room,
And thoughts of a nap begin to peak.
The world is alive with vibrant hues,
But in the shadows, a calmness lies,
A beckoning call to take a break,
To rest and recharge, sweet respite takes.
Oh, afternoon nap, a treasure so dear,
A moment of peace, a time to draw near,
To dream of far-off lands and skies,
Or simply to let the worries die.
With each breath, the tension unwinds,
The mind and body find a new rhythm,
A dance of serenity, a gentle sway,
As worries and stress begin to sway.
In the embrace of a soft, cozy bed,
Or a hammock swung beneath a tree,
The afternoon nap, a gift to unwind,
A sanctuary where the soul can be free.
So here's to the nap, a cherished reprieve,
A slice of heaven, a touch of belief,
That in the midst of chaos and strife,
A moment of peace can always be found,
In the sweet, soothing embrace of an afternoon nap.
Jan 9, 2024
Jan 9, 2024 at 7:08 PM UTC
I did not hear the bells on Christmas Day,
Amidst the tumult and the disarray,
For in the land, a strife was raging high,
And men in bitter conflict dared to die.
Yet in the midst of all the toil and fight,
There shone a glimmer of celestial light,
For God, in His eternal, boundless grace,
Still held us in the circle of His embrace.
Though discord fills the air with mournful knells,
And deep division in the land compels,
The love that came to Earth on Christmas morn,
Reminds us we are not by God forlorn.
So let the bells, though silent, speak the truth,
That is the heart of man, eternal youth,
And in the darkest night, a guiding star,
Reveals that peace and love are never far.
Though silent chimes, there's news from above,
That God still holds us in His tender love,
And though the world may tremble with much discord,
His presence, ever sure, we can afford.
Dec 25, 2023
Dec 25, 2023 at 11:42 AM UTC
Humpty Dumpty was a very large gun
Used to protect against the English rebel ****
But one bright person placed it on a wall
And did not anticipate such a great fall.
Jun 26, 2023
Jun 26, 2023 at 10:52 PM UTC
(Verse 1)
When I wake up in the morning,
I'm often filled with regret
For all the things I wish I'd done
And the things I can't forget.
(Chorus)
While I can't unsay the things I've said,
Or take back the lies I've told
There's no one else instead
I want to be with when I'm old
If you could give me one more chance
I promise I'll mind my ways,
"Cause heaven only knows
I'm learning from my mistakes.
(Verse 2)
I know I can't change the past,
What's done is done I know,
But I try to improve my lot 'cause
It's from my mistakes I grow.
(Chorus)
While I can't unsay the things I've said,
Or take back the lies I've told
There's no one else instead
I want to be with when I'm old
If you could give me one more chance
I promise I'll mind my ways,
"Cause heaven only knows
I'm learning from my mistakes.
(Bridge)
I know I'm not alone,
'Cause we all make mistakes.
But regret can't hold us back,
Disappointments can't be our brakes.
(Chorus)
While I can't unsay the things I've said,
Or take back the lies I've told
There's no one else instead
I want to be with when I'm old
If you could give me one more chance
I promise I'll mind my ways,
"Cause heaven only knows
I'm learning from my mistakes.
May 15, 2023
May 15, 2023 at 4:35 PM UTC
The way to measure affinity,
Is not looks or femininity,
Or how she speaks, or what she might say,
But how she makes you feel each day.
For she, who makes you feel alive,
With passion, delight, joy, love, and pride,
Is one who shares your soul's true light,
And she'll always that's kept well in sight.
So do not be fooled by outward show,
For affinity is deep below,
In the heart, where love and light reside,
And where your soulmate'll always abide.
May 2, 2023
May 2, 2023 at 1:09 PM UTC
In measuring affinity, there's so few ways,
Such as the depth of love that's found in a gaze
Or in its shortened breaths that come out with a sigh,
When with the one who makes your heart fly high.
Affinity brings a much quickened heartbeat's pace,
As well as the rush of blood brought to the face,
Sweaty palms and widened pupils when you are near,
Is a sign of the passion that you hold dear.
In those intimate moments you've shared between,
It's the mutuality where love can be seen,
Measuring affinity is more than words,
It is in the way that love ignites and stirs.
So if you're wondering if love is true,
Just pay attention to what your body will do,
For in the breaths, heartbeats, pupils, face, and more,
You will find the measure of the love you adore.
Feb 14, 2023
Feb 14, 2023 at 11:23 PM UTC
Love is not a fortress.
It cannot keep us safe,
It cannot guard our hearts,
From the pain and strife we face.
It can't keep us from hurt,
Nor can it stay our tears,
It can't protect our lives,
As it can't hold back our fears.
Love is not a fortress.
It's so fragile at best -
So easily broken,
Even for those who're blessed.
Love is not a fortress,
It's the bridge gladly crossed,
It's the path we must take,
No matter what 'ere the cost.
Jan 31, 2023
Jan 31, 2023 at 6:56 PM UTC
Romantic marriage is illogical.
Nobody is despised, who can
Successfully make marriage work.
Illogical people are despised.
Therefore, all romantics are not married.
Oct 9, 2022
Oct 9, 2022 at 10:00 AM UTC