So you have a new dog for protection
Cause the man on the street
just left detention
and your wife has no objection
you say your better off than before

Okay, so your new friend is a pit bull
and just to keep this anonymous
we shall say his name is Barnabas
And so Barnabas is friendly and sweet
with everyone he meets,

Until one day, you let Barnabas outside
for some fresh air
and he meets the pretty little girl
who lives down the street
with a curl in her hair

Oh she sings a song to her teddy bear
and your new best friend, Barnabas
doesn't like girls with curls
So he tears her to pieces
and her little brown teddy bear

And you begin to fret
cause the law states specifically
You,  you're the one
You're being held responsible
for Barnabas breaking the golden rule
and mauling a pretty little girl
with a curl in her hair

And we ask how is this scenario different
As the finger by the law of the land
points straight at you
Than if your child goes berserk,
and shoots everyone in the school band
I'm sorry I just don't understand

Just a word of advice
Please be extremely careful
and think twice
Before opening the door to strangers
and never, ever, ever
take any stranger at their word
Some strangers are very deceptive
and so are scammers
especially when they call your phone
and discover you're all alone

Going out to dine,
Two hungry whales chase a seal
grab him by the tail

You drive me crazy, you drive me insane
When you ask me where I'm going,
and you ask me what's my game
Am I the only one who feels this way?

I just want to scream and say
Excuse me sir, excuse me mam
Get a grip
I don't even know your name

Since Parkland Florida many are taking a stand
against senseless violence, and such
Yet I still wonder,
When are parents going to start being parents,
And securing their guns
and weapons?
When are parents going to start taking
responsibility for their actions?


When are parents going to begin
making things right,
And teach their children to use their brains,
and solve their differences
with communication,
and if all else fails
never bring a gun to a fist fight?

When are parents going to start being parents?
Cause last time I checked being a parent was more
than just kissing a child goodnight
Being a parent meant being responsible
and taking responsibility
for all the wrongs a parent needs to make right

Common courtesy is a dinosaur
be it a vegetarian or an omnivore,
common courtesy is a dinosaur
extinct and forgotten,
never to live on Pangea ever again

All the fairies from green valley congregated
by a stream flowing from a nearby hill
They are planning to throw a huge party
with gifts for ladybugs and daffodil,

"Welcoming spring's arrival in February,
Hidden surprises and mystic love potion
Super salads, cupcakes and green tea
Brings together everyone like an ocean"

In the neighboring woods come friends
Humble mommas and baby fawn
Ducklings going quack, quack, quack
following  moms across the lawn

Honeybees, bumblebees, and baby chicks
Lovely songbirds all singing of spring
and bunnies living down cranberry lane
In a sparkling castle made of bling

Enjoying love poetry and dancing all day
Everyone is having so much fun
Everyone is having a fabulous fun time,
blowing tons of kisses to the sun

Sometimes all that we see and all that we do
And all that we have done seems like a dream
An endless dream whether good or bad

If only I have a genious brain like Einstein
a brain of relativity and amazing creativity
a brain relative to time and space

Then I would know if everything was real,
and not just another incredible illusion
of here and now, of this place

And as I'm quietly thinking of this and I ponder
I imagine the poet Poe would laugh and say,
'Tis a dream and nothing more

Stars and butterflies
Unicorns, glowing fairies
Love is magical

Tangled in tree limbs
Misty mountain metaphors
winds blowing wildly

February's crescent moon adorns the sky
like a lovely golden pendant one wears
on prom night with that special guy
O' crescent moon, O' crescent moon
leaves all the girls and guys dreamin'
With thoughts of those lazy days in June
when sleeping under diamond stars
and a crystal moon was heaven

City life surprises
every second
every day
alarms alarming,
lights flashing,
and sirens startling,
and sometimes
a Smile
A genuine smile
makes city life
surprises complete

Alas, Mr. Seagull was more than enjoying his meal
each sweet bite, each tender morsel
He was in what they call "Food Heaven"

When along came a a Raven in a black dress
At his breakfast table, she smiled
Then softly cooed, "May I have a bite?"

Mr. Seagull never responded to her charms,
And so with a daring plan  she waited
until Mr. Seagull took another big bite

Then quickly before Mr. Seagull could blink
Raven left with food in beak, away she flew
Into the  far yonder's wild, wild blue

In the midst of this spectacular universe
where worlds revolve around Stars,
And comets circle entire solar systems
Where those stars softly hold their worlds
in a warm embrace and give light
Of luminous luminosity

Woe unto me I cry on my bed I'll die
I am naught but a minuscle speck of life,
As important as a common housefly
Well maybe not-- at least an annoying fly
can be a spider's next nourishong meal,
a spider's sweet delight

Wait, when those voices in your head
start saying these horrible things to you,
And saying you're  better off dead
Just remember you're more than nothing,
you mean something to someone,
And God loves you!

Basketball is a fine sport
Little boys learn to play

They run around a court
and chase a ball all day

Then those boys grow up
and join the mighty NBA

All is not well in the land of milk and honey
We have just received reports
A certain someone was reported,
not once but twice
And he declared to the world via youtube
He was going to be a professional school shooter,
and the bureau confessed
To sweeping this under the rug
Their acknowledgement of doing nothing
caught us all by surprise

Wizard, oh wizard to whom should I cry
If I cry not to thee
My friends all say, So disheartening
and certainly it is,  I so agree
Truly sad Wizard, when I should say
Our leaders should bow their head in shame
Yet, we know they aren't to blame,
knowing majority of homes,
businesses and government institutions
Have way much better security
than America's school system

In a whirl of a shimmering mist
the wizard popped on the scene
And I said Wizard, Oh wizard
I just want to scream

Safe schools are most important
When will schools be more secure?
When will our nation learn,
And will evil ever be cured?

A tiger cat and a black cat
were having an argument

They quarreled
For five minutes or longer
Fussing and fussing

Tiger cat's tail was swishing
Black cat's ears lying back

Finally,  tiger cat relented
And backed slowly away

I'm very pleased
cause I didn't want to see
either one get hurt

Under a blue sky,  
Bluejays eating blueberries
Then away they fly

Somewhere deep in a clearing
way back in the woods

Where those wild ferns grow
And the man doesn't go

Gathers a group of forest animals
Around a watering hole

Chatting about everything
under the Sun

Dear Poets and Readers

This poem page will be dedicated
to our men and women in Blue
To those who have given their life
for me and you

These are only a few of our fallen

★ Heroes ★

Castle Rock, Co
Deputy Zackari Parrish - 29
December  31, 2017

Harrisburg, PA
US Marshall Christopher Hill - 45
January 18, 2018

Brighton, Co
Deputy Heath Gumm - 32
January 24, 2018

Colorado  Springs, Co
Deputy Micah Flick - 34
February 5, 2018

Locust Grove, Ga
Officer Chase Maddox - 26
February 9, 2018

Westerville, OH
2 officers shot in the line of duty
February 10, 2018

Chicago, IL
Commander Paul R. Bauer
February 13, 2018

Mobile, Al
Officer Justin Billa
February 20, 2018

These officers were true heroes
So very sad they are gone,
And now we are left to carry on
Without them

★★★
When God created woman
He came up with a well devised plan
Make woman super special
Gentle as a dove
And like a silky rose petal
with a heart for love
Make each woman
unique in her defined beauty,
Like mother earth with curves
to soothe a man's nerves
Make woman
kind with a voice divine
So like an angel of heaven
Her songs of love
will carry notes high
Then God went to work
molding her and sculpting her
and threading red streams
of life giving  blood
through her veins
And when he was finished
God smiled quite pleasantly
And thought,
What a masterpiece I have created
God then whispered in her soul
Come to life my beautiful creation
For I have created
A universe of stars for you
And so woman shone brightly
When she came to life
Like those stars God created
She stretched and sighed,
and thus woman
became poetry
For she sang praises of love
for both God and Man
★★★

★★★
When God created man
She devised an ingenious plan
Make man somewhat tough
and a little rough,
make him brave as a lion
Make him strong with a voice
confident enough
To sing a rock ballad,
A country song
Opera,
and a gospel hymn
Then God molded him
and sculpted him
and threaded streams of blood
through his veins
And when God saw
what a magnificent creation
she had made
She was more than
well pleased
So gently as a summer's breeze
God whispered
in man's ear,
Breathe and come to life
my handsome creation,
For I alone
have created everything
for you
and so man came to life
gazed upon the earth
and heavens
wrote a stunning poem of love
For both God and woman
Thus Man had become a poet
★★★

Sorry my mood ring
just turned
a striking shade of black

Wish I could fly on
a rocketship
Far away from here

and maybe when I return
America will not be
Everything I see

Wow! A beautiful sight to see
Extremely beautiful
New grass, gorgeous and green
This refreshing new grass
Has sprouted up overnight
So vibrant and rich,
What color!

In my homeland where I live
we have four seasons
Summer, Spring, Winter and Fall
And I'm not sure which
I love best of all

Someone said you granted wishes
Well if you actually do
And you plan on giving me one or two
Could I please use just one
Whenever you deem possible

Well anyway here's my wish
and it's for a poet friend
I wish, I wish, I wish
I wish for David's poem to trend

Do whatever you can HP computer
and Thank You so, so much!

Wonder if I'll ever be a poet
like Emily Dickinson,
Sylvia Plath, Christina Rossetti

The great Edgar Allan Poe,
William  Shakespeare
or even Robert Frost

I'm beginning to think not
Cause none of their muses
ever come to visit me

I'm sorry I have no idea
Where those two roads led
diverging into a yellow wood

Will I wake up tomorrow
and see the sky still painted Blue?
And will I find
No one has made off with
my diamond shoes?

O' Muses of poetry left us with a smile
and so many questions

What inspires one to become a poet?
Love? Happiness? Depression?

Some poets write poems continuously
Morning, noon, and night

From where comes this burning love?
From where this obsession?

And we write of muses and poetry
Until we can write no more

America, land of milk and  honey or so they say
Except an organization named Feeding America says
America has millions of children going hungry
And sometimes their only meal comes from school
And  though sadly true, it's a huge crying shame
When some grocery conglimerates are discarding
perfectly good nourishment in their dumpsters
Yet, we look the other way and then wonder
Why so much hunger in a land of plenty?

Come friends hurry let's be adventurous,
Let's make this a wonderful day
You and I, Let's travel to Once upon a Time,
Down the bottomless hole of rhyme
We'll smile and wave to Little Miss Alice,
Hatter and Cheshire cat,
While convincing the ticking clock
When we turn up the music and rock
Time isn't all that important

Unforgettable words,
"Judge not, that ye be not judged"
Spoken by one who bled

Incredible words of blinding truth
These words I carry in my heart
Until I'm dead

I'm thankful for gravity
and all that is
I'm thankful for flowers and trees,
Birds and bees, you and me
I'm thankful for poets
writing beautiful poetry,
I'm thankful for their pen
and their golden ink
I'm thankful for the soil,
and so much more
I'm thankful for gravity,
and all that is

Two fireflies in love,
Like color on a rainbow
Shine brightly and glow

We are not Perfect,
Every one of us has Faults
Just like mother Earth

Sweet devil's foid cake freshly baked
Is there any dessert more tasty?
Capturing our minds,
And capturing our hearts
Sweet devil's food cake
Quite a dream with ice cream!

When the grim reaper came to town,
All dressed in black
Because he doesn't like brown
By the time he was ready to say
"Goodbye and so long until next time"
He left many wearing a frown
Legend says, millions upon millions
By day and by night
He slung over his shoulder
and carried away
He came collecting his dues
Those dues which many didn't want to pay
The time period was 1918
When he came drinking a fifth
and wielding a scythe
Carrying away millions upon millions
and their young babies, too
When the show was finally over
The grim reaper took a bow
and introduced himself as "The Flu!"

Poetry is a laugh, poetry is a smile
Poetry is sunlight
Stopping by to stay awhile

Poetry can be many things don't you know
There is no rule, everything goes

Poetry is the color of summer,
the color of spring
Poetry is an iguana,
red roses, and diamond rings

And poetry is a time when monks are down
praying on their knees
Obediently

Poetry is a seagull flying on a breeze
As tourists pose for a camera
and say cheese

Miniature flowers of blue perfection
Petals of fragility in my hand
Small as a bead,  no larger than a seed
By this lake, adorn this land
Where fairies play when they meet,
And laugh, and kiss on the lips
As they dance for a blue moon's eclipse

Choices, choices are so difficult  
Socrates, Plato, Aristotle,
With whom should I spend my day?
With whom should I go?
With whom?
To an enchanting place,
So serene,
Speaking of things unearthly,
Things unseen
With whom should I spend my time?
Listening to birds sing
With whom?

Where fly the hummingbirds,
Where fly the dove,

Where fly the Monarchs,
and where flies Love?

So this means I'm gonna kiss the sky
And I'm gonna kiss the ground

Which means I'm gonna kiss the grass
and I'm gonna kiss the dirt

And before I'm through, I'm even gonna
Be kissing Sesame Street's Mr. Bert

And then, Big Bird, Ernie, and Elmo, too
And Count von Count, cause he's cool

From millions of species of flowers
Too so many types of trees,
Along with different nationalities
Of people,
Animals, birds and fish
Sometimes the magnificence of it all
Leaves me simply astonished

Words can be slippery don't you know
Like, alone in the dead of night
skating across black ice
Words sliding from one's mouth
before they realize
Words are powerful, words are strong
before you know it
You've said something wrong

Poets are poets, famous or not
they love, they kiss, they cry

And in any kind of weather
they spill their ink

Then let their words flow
whether rain or snow

Married or not, young or old
Sleeping in the cold

In sickness or in health
On a bed near death

Poets write about their love
poets write about life

Poets write and write and write
Some write until they die

Alas my love, by light of a silver moon
or by light of a golden sun
All my dreams have become of you
And fall in realms of beautiful

An enchanting place that feels so right
Our paradise where we could stay
Where stars of love outshine our night
and kisses of the sun deliver our day

Moments of time fly away
like an angelic white dove
let loose from a cage
flying over mountains
flying over seas
searching for olive trees

Summers day and a fragrance
of honeysuckles all in bloom
Where dragonflies zoom, zoom
over high grass and a stream
Alas. a sleeping fairy in a dream
Captured by a lonely ogre
See, she sleeps on his shoulder