What once was forever
Has now dissolved into liquid yesterdays

What once was daily
Has now become sobering silence

What once was carved in stone
Has now eroded in to a hollow cavern of dust

What once was hi-def
Has faded faded faded faded faded to black

Alway with a "How do ya do?"
And a please and thank you
Oh' Southern Queen
If you know what I mean
So kind and lady like
Reading poetry on the back of a motorbike
Greeting  strangers as ol' kin
Treating rudeness as a sin
Southern hospitality's her life
Winks at all, yet a loyal wife
Strong in the face of fire
Humanity's her true desire
Can get tough when needed
Her warnings best be heeded
She is handsome as well
A true Southern Bell

Oh' Southern Queen
Thanks for enhancing our scene
You treated my family as your own
Making us feel right at home
For that I give this humble rhyme
You're welcome across the Mason Dixon anytime!

Pigs fly
Pirate's wining season
After 20 long years
Fly!!!

What shock, what fright
Galloped through my head tonight
I cruised around a quiet turn
I wasn't alone, I would learn
A deer hopped out to great me
It didn't want to scare or eat me
I had no reason to fret or fear
It was an adorable dancing deer
She leapt on my hood
I screamed as loud as I could
She danced a lively Irish Jig
Kept it short, not real big
Then hopped down, off she went
My mouth and hood, left bent
It was a beautiful dance
Though, I nearly messed my pants
The dance worth one thousand in cash
She stole my heart and wallet, then dashed

Guilty pleasure
But time I treasure
Just you and I
No kids' screaming cry
No wife to bark orders
As we seek new borders
I stroke your limbs
My ego brims
You ride me away
From stresses in my day
Your frame is so light
I ride you just right
You transport my life
In a different way than my wife
I love the both of you
To you both I'll be true
But with you I'm physical
My wife is mystical
You create such sweat
The drips make you soaking wet
As I crank you on ascents
And coast down long descents
I get light headed
Nothing you do is dreaded
You carry me away
So I just needed to say
You are my mistress, my queen
I don't want to be obscene
But if loving you is wrong
Why does my wife sometimes ride along

Everything I needed to know, I learned from a bathroom stall.

Now, if you will excuse me, I have a phone call to make.
I want to have a good time.
This Gena must live in Disneyland or a carnival.

A heart is an *****
that isn't meant
to be played

Love envelops my languid soul
I lounge in its warm embrace
A content poet is a dry inkwell
Yet the ink is congealed with satisfaction
I refuse to allow joy to slow my quill
Too many poets quest for love through language
Many drown in the bliss of El Dorado
Lost forever, bathing in golden love
I will drink golden cups of passion
Play in priceless fieds of frienship
But I will pause to respect it's fragility
And to be a beacon for those lost in windless seas
For I once wore the albatross around my neck
My thirst is now quenched in golden oceans
I wish to be a gentle wind in the sails of the castaways
For love envelops my languid soul
And so it can and must for all

Lazy, hazy, dazey days
Are gone again
Time to get back in the fray
Napping will be a sin:((

Grab the briefcase
Run out the door
It's time to get back in the race
Or is it a nuclear war:)

Grab a cup of joe
Stop in the office
Fake a huge HELLO
I'll shake my rallying fist:(

The room is all ready
The papers are out
I'll start to get sweaty
I'll want to shout:()

The gates will squeak open
Warning me that they'll come
I'll get on my knees hopin'
That this isn't the last day one()

The students will pour in
I'll smile and I'll mean it
It's a gift not a curse or a sin
I need to believe it:))

I'll begin my first class
We'll learn about writing
The time will fly past
No one will be fighting:)

Class two will slowly start
It starts rollin' now
In the end it'll be sad to part
'Cause we'll make it somehow:/

I'm blessed to do what I do
Not to sound like a sap
The youth is a gift, it's true
But, only if I could nap:(

Art is discovery
Creativity
Entertainment

It's the stoke of a brush
The wisp of a pen
The sweep of a leg
The peloton in motion
The touch of a key

What is an artist?
One who seeks
Beauty and beyond
Who celebrates
The uncelebrated
Who breaths excitement
Into the ordinary

Brilliance in mode and tone
Elegance without loquaciousness
For language is her gift to all

Poetess your evanescence
Shines eternally in your verbiage
And the imagery that lingers

Sincerity, essential themes,
A labyrinth of life altering morals spun with
An unadulterated touch oh humor

Poetess, you are admired
Humbly honored in this plebeian's
Pedestrian attempt at articulation

Memories
Of the
Lost
Haunt
Dance
Embrace
Whisper
And
Shine

Vial taste lurks in the back of my throat
An overwhelming sense of dread shadows my soul
Push it away, man up, do the right thing!
It's not about you

I ride at dusk
The fresh evening air
Kisses my moistened skin
Shadows dance for me
As I coast through the damp valley
Humor abounds at dusk
For the Earth experiences
Lighthearted confusion
Between day and night
Then, as if a switch was flipped,
Night wins the squabble
My lights guide me safely home
As I smile, filled with wonder,
Visions of the magic
Still glimmering in my mind
I ride at dusk

Fall is falling
On summer
Cool breezes
Are calling

Consider
This a sign
Of autumn's
Kisses bitter

September looms
Footballs kicked
Crops yielded
Harvest moons

Leaves color
Children learn
Transition
Like no other

Cool winds
Are swarming
Fall is falling
Life is turning

Blue sky church
Noisy chapel
No one at rest
Questions
Confusion
Solitude is noisy
When the unthinkable
Happens
Sweating out the grief
Did not happen
In this chapel
Of blue skies
No peace in church
Today
Only noise

We will lament your passing
Ride on my friend
We will cherish your memory
Ride on my friend
We will honor your wishes
Ride on my friend
We will cry because you lived free
Ride on my friend

On opening day 2013
I wrote a poem
About my beloved
Pittsburgh Pirates
It's called Pirates Fan
That I am
I lamented twenty years
Of losing
And shined in optimism
That change was coming
It's now August
And the Buccos
Are in first place
Best record in baseball
Gearing up for
Playoffs in the fall
After twenty years
Of losing!!!
There is hope
For all losers
Keep grinding it out
One day you
May find yourself
In first place!!!
For the moment
We are
Number one!!!

Twist the neutral white wires together
Integrate the hot black wires into the power slot
Try not to get zapped
Ground the electricity by tangling the green and bare wires
Flip the switch to see if the magic happens

Even the best mothers muddle
Some are just more subtle
Than the others who stew up
Emotional storms with every cup
Of tea they poor and sip
Not a loving word drips from the lip
How dare they conceive
There are those who believe
There should be a test
To have the job that's the best
My mother McNaughton
Has never forgotten
What it means
To love all fourteen
Of her tumultuous brood
For she is shrewd
And knows what it takes to be
For she is keen to see
A muddling mother
Must be an advocate lover
No matter what
A kiss or a kick in the ****
To let her children know
Which way they should go
The is no need for insurrection
Or for the pursuit of perfection
Just love and cuddle
It is okay mother to muddle

Why are many great poets tortured and tormented?
I'm only distorted by the pain many poets feel.
I'll never be a great poet, thank God!
But, poets, I love your words.
I love you.
Please find a way to love yoursevles!
I weep for the pain you feel.
If I could make you smile,
I would be a happy, average at best, poet.

It seems when I truly start to doubt
There is a god, something whispers, no shouts
At me to look to the miracle of nature to see Him
It stared with a morning bike ride on a whim
The fluffy white clouds that dotted the crystal blue sky
Urged me to go for a Sunday morning bike ride
It began in on an ordinary, familiar trail
Water, glasses, computer, kit, and pull the bike off the rail
As I pedaled along, I felt Him in the breeze
I saw Him in each glimmering leaf suspended in a choir of trees
The rustle of the foliage harmonized with the birds
Creating a hymnal of music that filled my soul with each word
It became abundantly clear that I was in God's community
Nature spoke His words and delivered His truth to me

When the color doesn't suit you, paint it.
When the gray wall doesn't inspire
Paint it a hue with golden sparkles.
When the sky is dark, close your eyes
Imagine streaks of sunshine shimmering
Through the happiest blue.
When your heart is stained black
Only you hold the palette and brush.
With each choice, stroke the gloom away
And paint in the joy.
If the world's colors are too bright
Throw buckets of mud on it
In order to heal the wounds.
For you are the artist of your reality.
If you don't like something,
Pick up a brush and paint it.

There's a bomb in my head
That is about to explode
It was there when I went to bed
Still there at the morning commode

There's a bomb in my head
That will end it all
It will make me dead
It will make me fall

There's a bomb in my head
That can help me sleep
Put me in a coffin bed
And burry me deep

There's a bomb in my head
I won't let it hurt you
It will make me dead
It will make you feel blue

There's a bomb in my head
That can't stop my flow
It makes me dread
But will is stop me? No!

Emotionally my feelings are poetically ineffable

Emotionally my feelings are poetically ineffable

Emotionally my feelings are poetically ineffable

Emotionally my feelings are poetically ineffable

Emotionally my feelings are poetically ineffable

Emotionally my feelings are poetically ineffable

Emotionally my feelings are poetically ineffable

Emotionally my feelings are poetically ineffable

Emotionally my feelings are poetically ineffable

Emotionally my feelings are poetically ineffable

Emotionally my feelings are poetically ineffable

Emotionally my feelings are poetically ineffable

Emotionally my feelings are poetically ineffable

Emotionally my feelings are poetically ineffable

Emotionally my feelings are poetically ineffable

The days play with my emotions
The sun shines momentarily
Followed by rain
Days so hazy and humitity so raw
Lightning can strike without warning
I dare not venture far
From the protection of my domain
Yet, why do I surrender
To forces out of my control?
Tomorrow I will rebel
I refuse to let Mother Nature
Play with my emotions
Like so many women from my past
What's the worse that can happen?
O' but what a way to go!

Mix of potatoes, carrots, bacon, and love.
Everything you need.

Nature's redolent perfumes
Awaken the puckish character within
I laugh and jest in a dalliance with breath
Knowing nature remains an aromatic
Reminder of the potential glamour
Of this life o' brevity

I have a friend whom you may know
Who has no place to go

I have thought that I've been taught
Give my friends all that I've got

I have a wish that which you may too
For us to help them through

I have a friend whom you may be
Take my hand and follow me

I have a poem that you may read
It won't fulfill your needs

I have my words from my heart
Not much but they're a start

I have a friend at least hopefully
That's if you're willing to be