The sun's hot rays nibbled lovingly at my face like an excited puppy.
It’s warming glow shrinking the coldness within me.
“Relax!” I urged my whirling mind, “let it go.”
Her words refused to obey, banished for a second
before charging back into my thoughts like that excited,
untrained puppy refusing to ”Stay!”  
I watched the birds swooping and diving in the azure sky,
but I did not take them in.
I only saw her face, that face, as she said those words.
The words tore through me, the puppy now snapping like a wolf.
Those words, all I could hear, those words.
"Stop leaving the ****** tea bags in the sink!"

You’ve brought your puppy home at last, so let the fun begin
A lovely little collar and lead you bought for him.
A cosy bed with blanket, a little dish for food
To make him feel at home here, you’ve done everything you could.
For all this I do laud you, and wish you all the joys
But let me give you some advice when purchasing his toys.
Don’t buy him soft filled donkey’s or rabbits filled with foam
For you’ll find out the innards will be strewn around your home.
Don't bring him home those bouncy *****, the ones that bounce so high
The damage they can bring about will surely make you cry.
But worst of all, now please hear this, the one you must resist
The ones that have me going bald that make me clench my fist.
The ones he doesn’t play with until you want to watch TV
Are those ****** rubber squeaky things, they’ll be the death of me.
He’ll bring out all the others and he’ll want to start and play
But you can just ignore this, for he’s not in your way.
But then he’ll get the big guns and bring out noisy Ted
He’ll chew down hard and bite until that squeak goes through your head.
Now once he’s figured out that Ted can send you up the walls
He leave off all of the others, the softies, and the *****.
He’ll have you now he’s bettered you, he’s now the dog on top
So heed this little warning, leave that squeaker in the shop.

She fell, that awkward fall of a child, knees grazed, and palms skinned.
Her mother oblivious, her gaze locked to the siren in her hand.
The child’s lips trembled but the cry was still forming in her head.
Seconds passed like minutes, do I go, lift, and soothe the forgotten infant?
Or do I walk on by and stay safe from accusing and wondering minds?
It’s only a fall, she will be fine, if it were serious I would indeed help.
Would I?
A braver woman than I rushed to help, perhaps better protected by her female form.
The wail exploded and “mother” snapped from her spell and rushed forth.
I watched on, saddened that here I am, a father, grandfather, and human,
worrying what others will think was my motive to help.
Sad times.

I’m wide awake, it’s four am I’ve been like this since two
Staring at the ceiling not knowing what to do.
I cannot read, I’d need a light, and I can’t take the chance
Of waking sleeping beauty and to get that evil glance.
The telly’s not an option, that’s worse than trying to read
So up I get and go downstairs, the bedroom I’ll concede.
I drop upon the sofa the remote grasped in my hand
Find an old war movie, that will do just grand.
But before the intros over my eyes begin to close
I’m now so tired, my eyes they sting and I begin to dose.
I need to make my mind up, stay here or go to bed?
This is my dilemma, what’s going through my head.
Can’t sleep here, I tell myself, as my eyes begin to ache
So now I'm here back in my bed, and once more, wide awake.

To me life is a river that each one of us must cross
From sleepy little eddies to a mass of heaving froth.
At times it may be beautiful, a gentle flowing stream
When times are good, and all is well it’s everything you dream.
The day is warm, the waters cool sent swirling through your toes
So quietly does it trickle past then its journey onward goes.
Not bringing any burdens only happy joyful times
When birds all sing and in the sky the golden sun still shines.
But at times it is a torrent, a raging flowing surge
Not helped by mixing waters when other’s rivers merge
When others bring you troubles, put problems in your way
You feel the water rising, your hopes being washed away.
No bridge to cross for many, too simple that would be
Some stepping-stones are all there are, they’re all that you can see.
So take a step upon those stones, some slimy wet and green
Waiting to upend you into hazards yet unseen.
Be sure your foot is planted, and the stone secure below
Take the hand of someone who’s love you trust and know.
Use your strength together to beat the rivers’ rath
Lean on one another and take the safest path.
Cross the flowing water whether it be calm or rough
When times are good and easy or when the goings tough.
And when the sun of life has set, and we reach that far of shore
Where all our pains and worries will trouble us no more
Look back across the river and the path your life had set.
And know that you were lucky as you did not get too wet.

Don't chase happiness.
Stop, and let it, find you.

He raised his rifle slowly, took aim and slowed his breath
He squeezed his trigger finger, releasing needless death.
Not far away some beauty died a sad unneeded end
The killer cheered and slapped the back of another killer friend.
Their trophy lay unmoving, eyes still open wide
No longer would he proudly run amongst his dwindling pride.
A photo took, oh look at me, I am the mighty man
Who shot and killed our future, just because I can.
No food was he providing for his children or a wife
No he just found it thrilling to take another’s life.
I’m not a violent person, never committed any crime
But I would hunt the hunter and gladly do my time.