i've seen you
inside out
you wonder how
i found you out
what you're about
hear the sound
there's little doubt
i've found you out

you fail to see
what i do
your disbelief
hides the truth
in telling you
you're born to lose
you have no clue
to tell the truth

you have the sweetest
gentle heart
a masterpiece
a work of art
and yet you're scarred
deep are the marks
where do i start
you're a work of art

We need another Martin Luther King
Today now more than ever
Someone to take the faithful leap
That will bring us all together

Who sees the plight of man for what it is
All one race, no color
Where together in harmony we all shall stand
Sister to sister, brother to brother

A leader with a vision
With open arms and callused hands
That will peacefully fight for all that's right
Over every square inch of this land

To lift us out of this world in doubt
Not silent on what really matters
Raising our voices in joyful sound
A world where we love each other

One who hears the righteous call
And says here I am send me
For freedoms sake above it all
Like Martin Luther King

Again, I wake up early
All of this against my will
The first of many yawning's
Added to the till

This here little bird
I can guarantee
Ain't out looking for worms
This early

If I didn't need to eat
Or try and pay collectors
You definitely wouldn't see me
Till way past half past later

I'm a simple man
That has simple needs
That sure could use a Sugar Mama
To take care of me

It's hard to get a grip
On all work and no play
I don't think I'm really meant
To spend my life this way

Stifling a yawn
I crawl back into bed
The only goings on I really want
Is this pillow neath my head

I often think about my dad
And just how much I miss him
I miss the walks, the times we'd talk
Where he taught me how to be a man

How many years have passed us by
Since that day he lost his life
Still remember the bout, I let it all out
And allowed myself to break down and cry

Both a father and a friend
Always there with open hands
Never one to judge in his compassion and love
Handy with a hug when I most needed him

I'd be happy to be half the man
As the man that I called Dad
Always did his best, never expected any less
You can rest in that fact about him

Always a stickler for the truth
Whether or not you win or lose
The important thing was integrity
He drilled into me from my early youth

And that is why I often think
Of the man I called Dad that helped raise me
All that I owe to the one who never let go
Even though long ago he left the scene

What can I say, to this day
I still miss my Daddy...

who out there
does not collect
bones inside
of their closet
skeletons
large and small
I'm pretty sure
we have them all
many that
we like to hide
afraid to show
our darker side
there's not a soul
that doesn't have
a hidden spot
in their closet
where they hang
their skeletons
trying their best
to forget them

Did I choose this profession
Or did it end up choosing me
I have a major confession
I'm not at all that happy

Behind the glow of this big red nose
And pretend painted smile
None of those around me know
How far I'm feeling down

The crowds all call me Snickers
I'm afraid it's only a made-up name
As I wonder how I got here
Along with the question, am I too late

To try and change my mind
On whom and what I want to be
I'll give it much more thought this time
If this crazy circus would just leave me be

I'm beyond tired of clowning around
It's come to the point I got serious
That side of me needs to settle down
I've had more than enough of all this stuff

I now feel I'm on a mission
If there's anyone out there listening
I'm just not at all that happy
With the clown inside of me

I awoke this morning
To a fresh fallen snow
As the world basked in it's beauty
Showered in it's glow
There is nothing more calming
That I have ever known
Than waking up in the morning
To a fresh new fallen snow

The children stayed home today
We made angels in the snow
Then all went back inside
For hot chocolate by the stove
No greater time together
In heaven or down below
As the children stayed home today
My lovely angels in the snow

We went out sledding
All the kids and me
Marveled at the majesty
Icicles hanging from the trees
Nothing could compare
That I have ever seen
As we went out sledding
All the kids and me

4 months later...

It snowed again today
Just like the umpteen days before
In fact it's snowed for four months straight
But hey who's keeping score
It's cold and it's wet
I can't take it anymore
As it snows again today
Just like the umpteen days before

With all of this snow
Not sure if I should flip or fly
Since early September
I've been stuck inside
Go ahead and make your funny comments
If you don't value your life
With all of this snow
Not sure if I should flip or fly

As it keeps on snowing
The kids keep staying home
What I wouldn't give
For one minute of sanity alone
I'm not sure who tops the list
Me or them when it comes to groans
As it keeps on snowing
And the kids keep staying home

It's been one long blizzard
I feel the need to escape
I can think of plenty stronger words
Let's just say snow I hate
I should have moved to Florida
But I'm snowed in and it's to late
With this one long blizzard
And no chance of escape...

I'm trying to decide
When the time would be right
To go ahead and freeze myself
So, they can later thaw my hide

Is it when some dreaded disease comes over me
Where they have yet to find the cure
Or long before that musical score
That I step into the Frigidaire

Should I instead freeze dry the head
To make room for others
Better fitting myself, on top shelf
Next to the "I Can't Believe It's Not Butter!"

Perhaps jumpstart this process
By quickly slurping Slurpee's
Giving myself brain freeze, like you've never seen
To where my mind gives up on working

Then they can do with what they wish
All of the leftovers
Double overlap with Reynolds Wrap
Making sure it evenly covers

And with that said, guess it's a plan
I'm going to freeze myself
Where I'll eventually thaw out into something else
A little more comfortable

I just bought Montana
After I wheeled and dealed with Ted  
He's soon to move his buffalo
To Idaho instead

I'm heading for adventure
Wherever that is at
If you've yet to figure all this out
I'll now be herding cats

I've rounded up quite a bunch
Collected coast to coast
Who's to say I'm out to lunch
When it comes to top 500 clubs

There might be a dip in the economy
Which will affect a lot of moods
With the closing of Chinese restaurants
As they all run low on food

It's crazy to think this grand idea
Popped up out of the blue
With the few brain cells, I have left
What else could a genius like me do

Now with plenty of acreage
As Montana is massive in size
They'll have room to roam on this range they call home
To live out their 9 lives

Not sure yet how I'll draw a profit
I haven't thought that far ahead
May open back up the restaurants
Called Mikes Takee Outee Montana Bred instead

We'll have to see how it goes, as the herd grows
This side of The Badlands
Underneath The Big Sky, my Felines and I
In my quest at herding cats

I owe, I owe, don't you know
In everything I do
Either way I hesitate
When it comes to gratitude

If I think about how things turn out
Whether good or bad
I really should be grateful
For all I do and do not have

Grateful for the skin I'm in
That holds it all together
Count it all off as a win
The days that I encounter

Grateful for the friends I have
Along with family
From days first light, well into the night
That I have them here with me

For my job I'm grateful
Though I do at times complain
Sometimes I find it necessary
I'm sure a few of you do the same

Grateful I know Jesus
And that he calls me friend
When he sees me, he knows my needs
And thankfully forgives my sins

I'm grateful for the sunny days
And also, days of rain
Which helps to green the garden
And the beauty it displays

There's so much to be grateful for
In our every day to day
If things don't go right in this life
Be grateful all the same

I'm going to try and make it a night
Without a single rhyme
Put down the pen that my poems come in
Slap on the end before I even begin

I won't go back and forth
With any form of rhyme or verse
I'll just sit back and let this night of all nights
Run out its own course

I'll spend quality time with the family
Without that goofy gaze
The one where they say, Oh Great!
Another night of poetic haze

I’ll feel loose as a goose, fancy free
That words won't have hold of  me
As I make my way through
A night of blissful peace

So here goes!

A night that has no poem!

Oh, wait a minute...this is a poem isn't it.

Well shoot…

....never-mind.

You say you have the answers
To the questions running through
All the minds that think alike
Someone just like you

But who do you rely on
When you find you're deep in thought
Do you clear your head and wonder at
Then find that, it's all for naught

Hidden in the shadows
Between what's wrong and right
Is where you get your info
That's dragging you through life

You come kicking and screaming
About how life's not fair
But lose out on the meaning
Being the reason that you get nowhere

Everyone's a critic
And their own worst enemy
There, I went ahead and said it
Who out of you needs friends like these

You can make your way through troubled times
Standing tall or on your knees
But the trouble is, after all
We seem to do things as we please

Not really sure I'm ready
For the day I die
I've never been that steady
When walking along this crooked line

I say that I love Jesus
But how deep is that fact true
Is it just a line I feed upon
When trying in life to make it through

When I get to Heaven
And stand before the pearly gates
With the lip service that I gave him
Will God at the gate hesitate

I have straddled this barbwire fence
More times than I care to count
I just hope through all of this
God does not count me out

If I relied on works alone
To win salvations crown
The only thing that would show
Would be the worship of myself

And if that is all I've got
I'm much worse off than I thought
So, I'll give it all to Jesus
And rely on the grace of God

Those not in the know
Might call me wonderful
Clearly you can see, they don't live with me

If you only scratch the surface
You might think I'm perfect
Those that really know, no way could they conceive

Those without a clue
Think there's nothing I can't do
I just hope that you, don't decide to dive too deep

You can even ask my mother
Without a single stutter
She'll be the first to say, something's wrong with me

Those that just meet me
Might think quite differently
Than those who have known me over time

The less that we hang out
The better off I sound
Aloof is a move that works just fine

If I hang too long around
I might wear my welcome out
That's why I've learned to turn on a dime

Those that don't know me
Might believe anything they see
With all this I only wish that I was lying

searching for treasure
hoping to find
riches and pleasure
on down the line

a shiny new object
you're aching to hold
get this through your noggin
it's only fool's gold

when digging in lies
instead of the truth
the hole you will find
caves in on you

with pan in hand
you go it alone
the change you demand
is only fool's gold

you listen to those
considered professionals
when low and behold
we need more adults

to kindly explain
what we already know
here on display
it's only fool's gold

There's soon to come a day where this
And all else cease to exist
Where every line and stich in time
Will make its way into the light

All the saints that have been called
From daily battles they have fought
To rightly claim their reward
Eternity with their Sweet Lord

Without its sting, death lost its curse
Where first is last and last is first
Every plan once made by man
Will reach its final bitter end

Every tear that ever wept
All dried eyed in a flash
A promise made a promise kept
On the day the Lord comes back

And on that day, all this you see
Including sin, will cease to be
When every line and stich in time
Makes its way into the glorious light

I'm thinking of taking up frog juggling
As a part time gig
I'll have to see how it goes with this tossing of toads
Before I throw myself, full time into it

With this fistful of amphibians
I found down at the local swamp
That are just the right size to flip, flop, and fly
When I finally decide to give this a romp

Juggling can be rather slippery
Even in the using of handy household objects
But toss one or two toads into the stew
You'll be lucky if you don't drop it

And there is no way I want to chase frogs cross the stage
In the middle of my act
To the gasp of the crowd as I fumble about
With what little I have going quickly stage left

If you stop to think about it
This may not be as easy as it seems
Perhaps I should try something more on the domestic side
And maybe try my luck at poodle juggling

I don't believe a word these days
That I'm being told
With half the people that I know
Under governmental mind control

I'm pretty sure they're doing it
But not exactly how it's done
That is why I'm studying
Conspiracy Theory 101  

I know there's lizard people
Running the media machine
You can see it in their eyes
And the way their tongues whip, whispering

I'm furthering my studies
Until they're fully grown
Between me and all my buddies
Conspiracy Theory 101

From the earth in all its flatness
To man walking on the moon
What it is ain't what I thought
Did you also think it too

Chasing down reality
We've got it on the run
On the other side of normality
Conspiracy Theory 101

you decide today
is going to be the day
in how you do
in what you say
to make your move
the way you choose
let go the old
grab hold the new
with further thoughts
in attitude
just when you think
couldn't possibly
you take a breath
then dive in deep
moving past
what you once had
straight to the point
of beyond all that
into the new
with gratitude
in what you say
and how you do
feeling good
at letting loose
today's the day
that you choose
a new course
set up for you
grounded in
the word of truth

In this house there is still room
For both me and for you
What used to be considered one
Has become a separate two

What thoughts we had about our future
Now is no more than the past
Would it be weird to still call you dear
Or would you rather that not be said

I find it hard to break old habits
Especially when it comes to us
Sad to say but you won't let it
Turn back to a case of love

Just in case you haven't noticed
I struggle deeply in my sleep
This bed we shared now feels so empty
Without you curled next to me

While we share the same tin roof
Of this house minus a home
Separate individuals
Little wonder it feels so alone

I thought together we could make it
There and past the ends of time
We still might with added heartache
Now that you're no longer mine

In this house where all I do
Is consider me, without you
What used to be thought of as one
Has now become a separate two

This years resolution
With much considered thought
After all this time find that I
Will give it all to God

Because this world to me means nothing
And holds onto even less
Than what I see I could ever need
Or even care to have

With the aging of this eyesight
The more I tend to see
What is important to my walk
And this tender heart in me

This year I'll get more exercise
But this time of the spiritual kind
Learn to love the Lord much more
With all my heart, my soul, and mind

To wake up each new morning
Feeding on the Bread of Life
Share the cleansing blood of the chosen one
To other souls in kind

I will learn to love my fellow man
Unconditionally
That what will shine will be Jesus' light
When they see or think of me

I will pray to God without ceasing
In every circumstance
And take each day along the way
For the blessing that it is

This years resolution
With much considered thought
After all this time find that I
Will this time, give it all to God

I came across an old graveyard
Using sticks and stones as their final mark
To keep account as to who they were
Buried souls in red clay dirt

Fathers, Mothers, Sisters, Brothers
Full time friends, part time lovers
Without a name they're just a number
Making it hard to tell, one from another

Life might hold a soul that remembers
But when truth be told we're all but embers
That lose their glow in the dead of Winter
Along with the hope that we've been here

Without a name to mark the grave
And a few kind words as a going away
Of course, a tombstone does not a person make
But how do you know, without a name

don't do as I do
but do as I say
my daddy
used to tell me
most every day
the older I get
the more that I see
the don't do as I do
daddy in me
when you've got kids
that watch like a hawk
they'll do as you do
like it or not
you do your best
to have them behave
but still
do as you do
and not as you say

Hold on there, just one sec
Now that I think about it
I can with all confidence
Say yes, we're all hypocrites

The things we say not to do
We turn around and do them too
That my friend is nothing new
All the trails lead back to you

We may hold out hunks of hope
But there is not a single soul
Who against their will, eventually won't
Cave to their own does and don'ts  

We try and try to do our best
Hard as that is we just can't
Pointing fingers, shaking heads
What about this don't we get

I've stopped long enough to think about it
To side on the side of a matter of fact
The last time that I checked
Yes, we are all hypocrites

how can we hide
all that we have
after we find
the earth is flat
where we clearly see
from side to side
the edge of the abyss
is both left and right
there should be a sign
that says hold on tight
they have kept it from the skeptics
the secrets where they left it
for all that it's worth
in case you haven't heard
here is the dirt
on the flat earth
the main theme that runs deep
that all here should know
the flat earthers have chapters
all around the globe

When all of this is said and done
The one I'll most miss, is Old Corn Pop
Oh, the stories he could tell
Like pennies from the wishing well

What constantly seems to be eating at me
Are the life and times of Uncle Bozzi
I hate to be the one picking at bones
But what in the world is going on

And all the daze he said he was raised
By every community, clan, religion, and race
There has never once been a President
That has done as much as him

The fact that he once drove a truck
An 18-Wheeler with a manly clutch
The things he'd say don't match the dates
From hospital stays to the riding of trains

From the shaking of hands with people not there
To losing his way on a stage everywhere
With the stumbling of World Leader's names
Things around here just won't be the same

There is no denying that Good Old Joe Biden
Was clearly confused or down outright lying
One thing that I know as this world implodes
I'll miss the tall tales from Ole Scranton Joe

she prays the rosary
giving her much needed comfort and peace
in these days of trying times

far more than cross and beads
to her pleasure they are there to keep
close to God, in heart and mind

she prays on bended knee
a discomfort it seems but certainly
the pain helps to remind

nothing in life is ever easy
but rest assured the comfort we need
is in knowing Jesus Christ

Stuck in this jive
They call 9 to 5
With the pushing of broom
In the fight to survive

This constant battle
That most of us have
Hand on the handle
Waving tattered white flags

Barely awake
Here we go again
As the time clocks say
Hey, where you been

These gizmos and gadgets
Won't build themselves
And if you're slow to help
We'll find somebody else

In this daily delirium
Hanging over our heads
You never know
If this is your last paycheck

It's a prison of sorts
This 9 to 5 jive
Where we spend half our lives
In our fight to survive

I have this pet peeve
That hangs out with me
Early on is when I found
It is fed by the crowd
When they're out and about
Doing as they please
That's when my pet peeve
Runs circles around me

Someone may randomly
Leave a shopping cart
For my pet peeve to spot
In the vast parking lot
Those that spew talk
With no thought when to stop
Or cover their mouths
When they start to cough

I can hear my pet peeve
Growl insistently
Awakening the
Killer instinct in me
And don't even try
To cut in line
You want to know why?
My pet peeve bites

And don’t even start out
At the counter to count your change
Unless you want to see
My pet peeve deranged
Just so you know
I often let go the leash
On the days that I have
My pet peeve with me

You might look at me and see
Someone who is fast asleep
One that is in desperate need
A strong amen indeed

Then there are the other days
You will find me wide awake
All of it for heaven's sake
Oh Lord, this I pray

I'd rather have a steady flow
In my upward steady growth
All of it for this I know
God is always in control

No matter what my day is like
Walking straight the razor line
Or on a roller coaster ride
I give it all to Jesus Christ

Who knows me well and still loves me
Gave his life to set me free
The rest my friend is history
A strong amen indeed

As I rounded the hill
Face to face with the still
That I'd only heard rumors spoke of

With no one around
I sat myself down
And proceeded to sample the stuff

As sweet as honeydew melon
Got my feet to a geling
Made me feel like I did in my youth

Sat with a dumb gaze for a while
Then got the biggest of smiles
When it came to me what I should do

So I went with my plan
And opened a stand
Right there on the mountain side

When word in the forest got out
I never had any doubt
That all of the critters would be stoping by

You should have seen them all  guzzle
As the squirrels ordered doubles
Then proceeded to tell wild nutty lies

It was quite the fiasco
When they brought out the cowboy hats and  lasso's
As the party went well into the night

They paid in nuts and berries
Which was fine by me
With them I made different flavors of shine

In flavors I made 32
So I wouldn't get sued
By Baskin-Robbins who has 31 at this time

From all the flavors I made
Boysenberry was the fav
The raccoons made up a dance called the boysenberry crawl

Which was a big hit
At the discotheque
The beavers built in the early fall

We made a deal
I would sell them my swill
For a little piece of the pie

We were all getting rich
I have to admit
It's quite the relationship, the beavers and I

Of course the beavers got greedy
You know how beavers are needy
Couldn't leave well enough alone

Figured they had the right
Who's going to pay for these lights
That make this the best disco in town

They started charging a cover
Which didn't go over
As well as they would have liked

Plus they doubled the price of the *****
Which left little food
On the woodland creatures tables at night

Things went from bad to worse
When they started to curse
Me, "The Man" for the troubles they had

I barely made it out alive
By the skin of my hide
When I packed and hit the road mighty fast

Things had been going so well
Before it all went to hell
And me and my still were forced to leave

Now still to this day
You know why I always say
That famous line, passed down in time
"Leave it to Beav"

pockets stuffed with poetry
bursting at the seams
hole inside of this young heart
and both my blue jeans' knees
from all the times i've knelt
when felt i had to beg
that's how every rhyming line
in every pocket poem is read

with this brand of jeans
the pockets run real deep
hoping for the chance
to have a chance meeting
where i can pull a random poem
as both heart and pen tend to bleed
out from every rhyming line
of pocket poem that i read

some have got
others not
neither happy
with their lot
in life
where few are satisfied

some have more
more or less
wish they had
what others have
in life
where few are satisfied

guaranteed
foolishly
jealously
plants a seed
in life
where few are satisfied

some are born
rich after all
others have
to always crawl
in life
where few are satisfied

i have mine
you have yours
on the hunt
for something more
in life
where few are satisfied

In this, today's world
The one which we live
We're all haunted by the saying
Get used to it

Many pray for change
In hopes we find peace
Only to be slapped in the face
With today's reality

Wondering at
What we could have missed
Losing out on the fact
Of live and let live

Until we learn to get along
Me and you, you and me
All our best does and don'ts
Stack up to a hill of beans

Instead of placing blame
On those in the crowd
Insert your own name
To turn it around

Face front the mirror
Before it's too late
To clearly see what needs to be seen
That we ourselves are to blame

And perhaps give a shot
At what is called the Golden rule
Do unto others
As you'd have them do to you

Perhaps then my friend
We could all get along
In the world which we live
Harmony strong...

There are days you may wonder just where you are at
And others, sorry for where you've been
Please listen my friend and don't miss this fact
That yes, you can begin again

Just when things seem to turn hopeless
Either at fault or none of your own
The measure you use may seem countless
But rest assured, you can always count on the Lord

It's hard to see your need when drowning
To reach out for Gods helping hand
As toil and trouble keep mounting
Remember that yes, you can begin again

Never call quits on the hit or miss
Whether you're up or down
Everything in life is well worth the risk
And most of all, don't toss in the towel

Next to nothing is still something
According to God's well laid plan
And through his mercy, grace and loving
You can begin again

How many times now
Have I lost count
On the many that make me wonder

Who do they think
Died and made them king
Thinking that they walk on water

As narcissists go
There's an overflow
Self-centered in this generation

A desperate need
To be top of the heap
Power, prestige in the making

Searching for clicks
In hopes they like it
And that no one steals their thunder

While hiding the truth
Through the filters they use
Thinking that they walk on water

It's hard to save
Giving your soul away
With no direction to your moral compass

Such is the loss
At too high a cost
Narcissists walking amongst us

Thinking that they walk on water...

I used to wind this old-time clock
That seldom ticked and never tocked
So, half the time I had was lost
Somewhere far off in time

Not sure when it all went wrong
And never will just as long
As I watch it right here from
The sidelines of my life

With no alarm to play per say
I had no way to wide awake
I'd sleep away most of the day
Something I don't mind

I could not hold down a job
With the time my clock would rob
That seldom ticked and never tocked
And neither did it chime

I watched it move its old, tired hands
In the circling of demands
Slowly walked but never ran
I paid it all no mind, as I watched my life unwind

Tis the season for heavy rains
From those left behind, unwrapping the time
Loved ones here on earth remained
Now all they can find is reason to cry

With the opening up of loneliness
No matter how bright the bow, just can't let it go
Far from the perfect gift
This house once a home, now more like a tomb

Tis the season for heavy rains
Welling up inside, no way to stem the tide
It's hard to wrap around the heartache
Under this tree of pine's ornaments and lights

As the season comes and goes
Amid growing fears of the coming year
Where loneliness will again find you alone
In these heavy rains of tears

Drawn from the same well
Although sometimes it's hard to tell
Very much the same
And yet different as night and day
The strongest of special bonds
That goes far beyond
Anything
This world could ever bring
Both set to fuss and fight
And still at times so much alike
If truth be told
Kindhearted kindred souls
In that special place
To give each other grace
When secrets need be kept
At that a sister's excellent
Bountiful in love
That's so easily shown

And when they pull back on the covers
There's peace of mind they have each other

If in desperate need
Of a little pick me up
Me thinks you should drink
Coffee from the cup

Like your dad, drink it black
Or moms, sugar with cream
You could go with the fad
Of the Latee Venti

Either way it's okay
As long as there is caffeine
To make your way through the day
Or at least past morning

Where you might down an expresso
For that mid-day pick me up
If you had to guess though
You'll not stop with one cup

Where you'll move past the boundaries
Into the vast great unknown
You might mainline your caffeine
Through a vein in your arm

However you care to get you there
Let's not call it a crutch
Don't want to leave you unaware
It's just a little pick me up

Not that I feel any younger
But could somebody please check the numbers
It was only yesterday it seems
I was in my mid-twenties

Just when I thought I had a grip on it
Life went and pulled a stunt like this
Slapping old man Father time
Into tailspin way past his prime

As the gray grows, and arthritis take hold
Nothing going on is what I've been told
Have I fallen for vicious, lie after lie
Or a slip of the mind, time after time

Who you trying to kid, kid
Am I even ready for this
What's the ***** nilly deal
As the doctors prescribe yet another pill

I'm sure they must all be doing something
To keep this jalopy body running
That's pretty much all I have to say
Except, wait...I'm 68?!

Most will side
With the Honey bee
But it’s the Butter bee
That’s sweet on me

A slight margarine
Of difference
Between the mess
They both spread

One to me
Is sticky sweet
The other bee
Buttery

When it comes
To the bees knees
Both these bees
Are sweet indeed

As both bees
Seem to know
Their way around
A slice of toast

Here we go again, this silly man
By the name of Diver Dan
Always in search of happiness
But never with a plan

Before he'd know what's going on
He'd dive right in headfirst
Into any given situation
Doing his best to bring the worst

You would think by now if he thought about
The concept of consequence
He'd be the first to turn around
And head back to the place he'd been

But not so with Diver Dan
As he quickly makes his way
To the nearest springing board
Where arms and purpose he would flay

Diving into deep conclusions
With no thought or master plan
And so it goes, for the one we know
As the infamous Diver Dan

Here's a newfangled poem
Never seen before
With lines set to rhyme
Ready to take on the world

Bound to amaze
Leaving you flabbergast
One of a kind
Unlike all the rest

A treasure trove
Of pirates' spoil
This newfangled poem
Is out to make noise

Will leave you dumfounded
Pull you from the doldrums
A hodgepodge of hokum
All that and then some

Rings its own bell
Blows its own horn
Rides onto the page
Via winged unicorn

On a jabberwocky journey
Kerfuffle at best
Yet no need to worry
Putting quibble to rest

Here to bowl you over
Like a major king pin
Scrapes itself from the gutter
In time for the win

This poem with no purpose
In a newfangled way
The truth is well worth it
In what it has to say

I do nothing but sit on this old park bench
Rusty, much like me
As the prime life I had, done came and went
Like a tattered leaf on a Winters breeze

How long now I've lost count
As the world passes me by
No longer chained to the fast lane
Or the corporate ladder I once tried to climb  

Now with plenty of room for a conversation or two
Of the few who catch my eye
I invite them to sit but they're usually quick
To move along with their own busy lives

I find it odd now at the sights and sounds
I never seemed to notice before
Guess it comes with the gray AKA old age
Just ask the pigeons and squirrels

With shortened days at best about all I have left
I'm given time to think about
Old memories that keep haunting me
Like a *** looking for a handout

As I do nothing but sit on this lonely park bench
Shivering to the Winter breeze
Waiting for death to reach out his hand
And grab ahold of me, as I no longer seem to be in need

I have this bag filled with something
I carry everywhere I go
In case I run into nothing
That's something you never know

To easily keep me entertained
Before boredom sets in
I have the attention span of an ant
That is until the drugs kick in

My bag used to have nothing
Till the day I scrimped and saved
Filling it with something
Making sure I gave nothing away

Like you heard me say at the top of the page
I have this bag filled with something
When asked what's inside, I humbly reply
Oh this?
It's really nothing...