Oh, the decisions of the heart.
       To live without your voice,
                 or let it tear me apart.

To be the "richest" would be divine,
      Yet how, "richest" would you define?

When the essence of two join as one,
            A new life has begun.

So, you want to know,
the difference of
   finite, and infinite
         "Son?"
Conger up the
  largest number
    You can, then add,
            "1"
Repeat till you're
          "Done."

A Juicy Fruit wrapper, lays crumpled on the floor,
over there between my desk and the door.
How many people worked to get it just right.
That paper, that will get swept up tonight.
That Juicy Fruit wrapper crumpled on the floor,
over there between my desk and the door.

2
Humans became the dominant of every kind,
When they turned from muscle, to using the mind.
And to their apex, they started to reach,
Giving up instinct, and learning to Teach.

What I've done in the past,
    Is History.
What I do in the future
     A Mystery.
What I do in the present,
     So important for me.

If You want to be content in Life.....Do.
  Remember, the World, was Never, About You.

It seems lately, I push the pause button all the time,
Realizing it's the rewind, I really need to find.

I know not how humanity ends, or who the last soul will be,
         I believe, "who will remember me?", will be their final plea.

I hope there will be a future, "while"

Where the pain will ease,

and I remember your smile.

I Will,
Using only ordinary words, arranged just right.
slip through your eyes, and sense of sight.
Enter your imagination, with what I write.

Another day
      has slipped away,
and in that time,
      the choice was mine.
To make the world, more bright.
      doing what, I know is right.
Did I cause, someone to smile,
      did I go that extra mile.
Was I quick to lend a hand,
       was I forgiving of my fellow man.
If I failed yesterday,
       may I succeed, if I get "another day."

US'INS KNOW IT,
IF IT DON'T RHYME,
YOU AIN'T NO POET

Does anyone else
     know the feel,
of sleep interrupt,
     and words lining up,
for the poetry wheel?

I'm just a man,
       trying to understand,
                     If there is a plan,
                           mortals, can understand.

As your yesterday's continue to pile,
   may most, be remembered with a smile.

Now I lay me down too sleep,
   I pray my pills, the pain,
      away will keep.
May I slumber a little before,
   the spouse puts down the book,
     and begins to snore.
May my coverage, hit the spot,
     not to cold, not to hot.
May I make it through the hour of wee,
     without having to get up
        and ***.
May I add to that, the neighbors
        dog doesn't, see a cat.
At my age, any bedtime
        wish list, I make,
          I must add,
             that I, "awake".

Forever the march
   of numbers go.
Endless the universe,
   it seems so.
Finite seems life,
   do we know?
Without sentient beings:
   does it matter though?

Those born with an appetite for travel, know the feel,
    Going forever hungry, but relishing every meal.

So many of you with that
        10watt mass in your head.
Can generate so much,  
          out there, to be read.
Garnering likes, loves, and
          repost, that spread.
Making me post, my attempts,
          with a sense of dread.
Hopefully pushing my own
           wattage to a "nine."
I can manage, to generate,
            a usable line.
Afraid my watts, don't know
            what's unless I rhyme.
Again I'm afraid, I've wasted,
            everyone's time.

I remember with a sigh,
     those days, gone by.
When someone told
      a lie,
the teller, we would
       decry.

To be, or not to be, no longer
         poetrys  most important question.
But, whether written by human or,
          human, CGI suggestion.

Pledge allegiance to the,
     Red,White, and Blue.
Not to the grievance of,
      Left, Right, and Untrue.

Next time the cost of
something, has you
  angry or blue.
Think of the chain
it took, to get to you.

I fear,
     we cheer,
          only those,
                  we want,
                          to hear.

I WANT TO SPEND CHRISTMAS AT MICKEY'S HOUSE THIS YEAR.

I WANT TO STROLL DOWN MAIN STREET, EATING A CHOCOLATE EAR.

I WANT TO RIDE ON DUMBO, CLIMB IN ROBINSON'S TREE.

I WANT TO SPEND CHRISTMAS AT MICKEY'S HOUSE WON'T SOMEONE PLEASE TAKE ME.

IF I MUST SPEND MY HOLIDAY IN THE MOUNTAINS, PLEASE MAKE IT SPACE OR SPLASH.

I'LL HOLD MY ARMS ABOVE MY HEAD, AND SMILE FOR THE CAMERAS FLASH.

I'LL SEARCH FOR HIDDEN MICKEY'S WHILE I STAND IN LINE.

OH' WHEN IS THE THREE O'CLOCK PARADE, I MUST BE THERE ON TIME.

I WANT TO SPEND CHRISTMAS AT MICKEY'S HOUSE THIS YEAR.

I WANT TO STROLL DOWN MAIN STREET EATING A CHOCOLATE EAR.

I WANT TO RIDE IN A TEACUP, DID THOSE PIRATE'S GET THAT KEY?

I WANT TO SPEND CHRISTMAS AT MICKEY'S HOUSE WON'T SOMEONE PLEASE TAKE ME!

IF I GO ON A CRUISE, IN THE FRIENDLY JUNGLE, LET IT BE,

AND LATER HAVE A PALE GREEN GHOST, SITTING NEXT TO ME.

I WANT TO SPEND CHRISTMAS WITH THE PRESIDENTS IN THEIR HALL,

AND MY FAVORITE FRIENDS, MICKEY, GOOFY, DONALD, AND THEM ALL.

I WANT TO SPEND CHRISTMAS AT MICKEY'S HOUSE THIS YEAR.

I WANT TO STROLL DOWN MAIN STREET EATING A CHOCOLATE EAR.

I WANT TO RIDE A SPORTS CAR, LISTEN TO A STORM IN THE OLD TIKI.

I WANT TO SPEND CHRISTMAS AT MICKEY'S HOUSE THIS YEAR, WON'T SOMEONE PLEASE PLEASE TAKE ME!!

IF NO ONE WILL TAKE ME, I'LL HIDE IN SANTA'S SLEIGH.

HE'S ALWAYS IN THE CHRISTMAS PARADE, SO HE MUST BE ON HIS WAY.

I KNOW I WILL GET THERE, IF I HAVE TO RUN, WALK, OR CRAWL.

I WILL PROVE TO EVERYONE, IT'S A SMALL WORLD AFTER ALL.

I WANT TO SPEND CHRISTMAS AT MICKEY'S HOUSE THIS YEAR.

I WANT TO STROLL DOWN MAIN STREET EATING A CHOCOLATE EAR.

OH' PLEASE MOM AND DAD, WHAT'S GRAMMA'S AND GRAMPA'S NUMBER, MAYBE UNCLE DONNIE'S, OR AUNT KATHY'S.

I WANT TO SPEND CHRISTMAS AT MICKEY'S HOUSE WON'T SOMEONE PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, TAKE ME!!!

Mankind struts, across the earth,
              believing himself so wise.

Like the crowing bird, sure his voice,
                has made the sun rise.

We can only write,
    what's in "our" Mind.
Yet, still take pleasure,
    in what "others", Find.

A young man, on a
    building top,
      meets his fate.
Uniting a divided
     nation, in
        their hate.
As agent of a
    failed assassin's
       plot,
or inept shooter, who
    missed, the head
       shot.

What's done,
          been done.
              What happened,
                         has happened
                               What you do,
                                       is up to you.

Took a cruise,
        to Caribbean blues
On a "Dream,"
       from Mickey's team.
With my loved one,
       celebrating "51."
"Sister's Birthdays" as well,
       ages, I'll never tell.
Daughter, books for four,
       with her Aunt, connecting door.
We feel blessed,
        all four pass, "Covid test."
Pulling luggage up the ramp,
        Miami weather gets us damp.
"Fancy food,
        Princess mood.
Stage shows are gran,
        as only Disney can.
Taking time to pause,
        pictures talking, on the walls.
Giant water slide, kids of all ages use.
         Not enough time, that's my "excuse."
First port Gran Cayman,
        far from mainland.
Spent a spell,
        in "Hell."
Hard Rock store,
        number, "fifty-four."
Looking here, and here,
        for that perfect souvenir.
Storm clouds enter,
        run for tender.
Fireworks light,
        Pirate night.
Bingo, praying to heaven,
        for a "B" eleven.
Finding the "Villains" name,
        talking portraits, detective game.
Want to play Goofy golf,
        but top deck winds, blow us off.
Passing the time away,
        relaxing on Castaway Cay.
"Excuse Me!"
        Castaway "Key!"
Taking selfies over shoulders,
        of large character boulders.
Trying to get some grins,
        passing out Disney pins.
Barbecue line, sets the mood,
        now that's my, kind of food.
Back on board, one last laugh,
        with the best serving staff.
Leaving much, Birthday cake,
        going ashore we cannot take.
They're all in the atrium, better make it quick,
        Last chance to get that, character selfie pic.
Stopping to say fair well, to the man,
        who kept our room so gran.
Wishing to have more fun,
        but the packing must be done.
Getting finally to our bed,
        happy disney memories, in our head.
Down the Gangway way to soon,
        humming a Disney tune.

A robot, solving a Rubix cube
   in less than a second, gives
     a sense of future dread.

Yet, I think, I will really worry,
   when it chooses, too change,
      the colored circles instead.

All men are created equal. He said.
She raised her eyes, and shook her head.

The problems of the World as "I" see.
    Not enough of "You" think like "Me."

Those who have, lived the pain,
       Most qualified, to explain.

Don't you just
      hate it,
Everything now,
      so complicated.

The mind,sometimes
   waits, many a day.
To tell the pen,
    what to say.

A memorable night.
     Anniversary cruise,
        down the Danube,
          with Budapest alight.

I believed in a preacher,
  when I was nine.
Who said he would, live to see
  the "end of time".
Through out history "Believers"
  have followed this "line".
He's now, long gone, and I'm
  pass, "my prime".
I, still search, for that, which
  we call, "Devine".
I believe, that task was always
  "meant to be mine".
Yet, to many, claim
   "This is The Sign"
I find: my own own,
      "LINE"

Sometimes with my
  little eye I spy.
The glories of a
  morning eastern sky.

HERE'S TO THE CLEVER SHEEP HERDERS OF THE ISLE OF ERIN,
WITH MANY A SHEEP, BUT FOR FENCING BARREN.
THEY PAINT THE BREAST OF THEIR RAMS IN COLORFUL HUES,
THEN IN A FEW DAYS, CHECK THE RUMPS OF THE EWES.
TO SEE WITH WHOM, THE LAMBS THEY'LL BE A SHAR'IN.

From a distance, the heart knew,
   I was her guy.
Up close, the heart beating,
   made me, to shy.
Looking back, the heart
    regretted,
  I walked by.

The ability given to humans
      To hold,
Has given comfort, strife,
       and marvels untold.

Those who poke the Bear,
    do they realize what, they do there.
In their cruelty, do they even care,
    of the mounting danger, and beware.
Who will get the blame, if claws bare,
    And what responsibility does the watcher share.

In writing my poems, it's always my quest,
to take the time, to make it rhyme, but I'm in distress.
I wanted to convey, how much better I rest,
Since the purchase of a great mattress.
My problem you see after plenty of test, I bought a "Purple,"
and "Dang Me" the only thing I found to rhyme was, "Maple Surple."
One of the the worlds favorite pigments, after centuries of time,
has not a single word to which in can rhyme.
A color once held in history as the royal shade,
even now leaves this poet, his poem unmade.
A purple fruit, from which wine we could make,
And someone chose, to call it a "grape."
I say it's high time to correct, this to long slight,
And save the word "Purple" from it's unjust blight
How about you Auto Makers, with your Durango,Sienna, and Tesla.
Come up with a sporty "Verpule," if you wanna Impreza.
Hey, Disney you once rhymed, Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious,
would doing "Purple" be so atrocious.
Big Pharma, with your colorful, zides, mycins, and statins,
maybe you can use an "urple" in your next covid patents.
You TikTok influencers I'm calling on you,
#Purplechallenge, together, let's see what we can do.
Well, I was really pumped, but now, I just sit here sad.
The Purple Company, sent a gift, an "ORANGE" mattress pad.
So now I pull out my ceremonial sword of "Silver,"
and commit this poem to: "Hari Kilver."

This time of year, I think, what would
   my Grandmother do?
A staunch Republican,
    thru and thru.
We walked her precincts
   together, a long hike,
Proudly, wearing, the buttons,
   "I like Ike."
Yet, Jesus was her strength,
   and guide.
With her former party,  
    would she still, side???

It seems, human
  "civilizations,"
     only plan,
       to sacrifice
         their soul,
           and riches,
             to harm their,
               fellow man.