It's a chip (of gelatin)
It's a block (of sugar)
It's a piece (of paper).

Where's Waldo?

READING poetry is a breeze.
You get to skip the bad parts.

My highly advanced intellect is dead weight.
I solved the world's problems of relationships by getting and staying single.
I solved the world’s problems by just letting it pass me by?
No I think too much me thinks......
Therefore, I am.....such as it is.

Somebody call the "thought" police.
The "feeler" police are too busy.
Cutbacks are for the weak.
So the strong can take care of them.

Not sure how this will end.

How about now.....



never mind.....

An aroma soared.
A French Man’s foot.
The evil eye.
Remove thyne boot….

From peoples’ eyes,
It’s in their face.
My only disguise,
Is a fall from your grace.

Oh how I hate thee
This darkness inside
My dwelling so small
My eyes are so wide.

A light bulb is only a shilling or two
Not much to him or to her or to you
But in mine humble checking account bankee
I have but a shilling, a little less it might be
A lightbulb for my kingdom is all I ask of thee.

Last dance.
I grew up tall and she grew up RIGHT.
A wonderful lyric, I took the bait.

You know.
The left.


                        is
                                  The right.

Or, the other way around.

Look at it in a mirror.

When someone looks my way.
I immediately think "NO!".
That way I'm safe.......

She kissed me first,
Her kissed me next,
The order doesn’t matter,
Just the lips of my ex.
There were two of them btw.

I’m in the moment too much.
I think I need a distraction.
But every time I try to escape.
Another door opens.

A friend once wrote me and asked me a favor.
I hadn’t talked to him for awhile.
But since he’s my friend I wanted to savor.
His approval and ever missed rarified smile.

So I set out to create a poem that was good.
That could be used for something other than thought.
I wasn’t sure if I could or I should
But my friend has this caring heart that I never forgot

You see I am lonely and ask for acceptance
You see people like me, much of the time
It’s not really healthy to be like this ever
Especially when sometimes you can only make rhymes.

So if there’s a message or action to take.
That’s positively true and can never be faked.
I suggest you should go to the nearest bright star.
And tell your God “I’m grateful” for whatever you are.

You see I’m not perfect, just trying my best.
I’m sure you have sensed that at my friend’s kind request.
I will do the thing which was wanted of me.
I love all of you, but you don’t have to love me.

Living in a cornfield.
YOU gain perspective.
There are ryes and ears all around.
So breath deep and walk silently.

Old people like me, we just fade away.
Into your nightmares........

Her amber hair
My bulbous nose
Her silken blouse
My thrown on clothes
She still remembers the good times had
I still remember my thoughts said bad
A better person she is than me
I open my eyes but never see
Each day I will regret the past
The time goes by without a gasp
I talk to her just now and then
She talks to me of love lost when
I am the smaller of the two
In the heart my pains are not too few
I could have had it all when all is said
On my epitaph so short, and I will be so dead.
Too late to change what might have been.
The sorry always are late and grim
But the time I had with one so good
Regrets can be what could have should.

I used to flip stuff.
If only in my mind.
I believe Walter called it chiral.
I just call it the mirror with a twist.

I’m lost in the world.
Of missing time.
To do the good things.
And make them all rhyme.

It’s not that I care.
Or give anything else.
But if I don’t care,
Who will?

NOTEE – 9@9@24

Quit holding on to everything so tight.
Let it go.
Surrender to win.

Easy to say…..
But I do like the effect.

NOTES

I want to be the wind.
Whipping silently to thee.
Never mentioning my name.
I want to set you free.

I lull you into lullabies.
Illusions that twist my mind.
You think you saw a real nice guy.
But don’t look twice, you’re blind.

"Peach on Earth, was all it said"
Duh, da duh da duh....

My brother and I were walking along.
Talking with laughs and lines.
It was a clear day as I remember it.
Everything was fine.
It's cool he said as we wandered along.
I said I was a fool..
For not bringing a coat with me that clear April day.
He put his knuckle in the top of my head and said,
"Don't EVER call ANYone a fool!"

We all have pain.
It just comes out in different flavors.
Bitter mostly, but sweet in the end.
I hope.
Whatever that may be.

It all lines up,
except for the unexpected.
That’s when things get clear.
But it’s fleeting.
I never get it right anyway…

Johnny was innocent.

"A copy cannot be used in court"

NOTES - 090724 - He's a dream.........

They all seem so drab and dull.
The memories I mean.
They came and went.
To all who've seen.

A better day,
Than he could have.
A better choice
A better ..

My mind is racing…
Around right now.
I’m easing off the gas.

If I don’t slow down, I won’t remember it.
It’s sad I know, I’m way ahead of you…..
Maybe I’ll stop and listen.

NOTE TO DALE 9-8-24  RIP - for a friend I never wanted to meet, but did. Sorta....

Every year, I write my log.
It’s getting strong…..
I must admit...
For it is long.

But in a poem.
I see my fate
It’s not my choice
To wake this late…..

A reporter asks Bryce a question.
He responds, "is that a clown question dude"?
Who says Mormons don't have a sense of humour.

Hmmmmmmm?

They are watching me.
I know they are.
I don’t have to wish,
Upon a star.

Those evil things.
That roam the earth
It's INSIDEOUS !!!!!!…….

I stood upon a dying stage,
The last one, the oldest age.
Two people were there, cheering me.
Two of the best, my brother and she…….

Integrity, Honesty, especially Empathy, neuropathy,  uniqueness.....

Two out of five is a good batting average in MLB.....

Fun stuff.

OK I stopped the madness.

That train sailed long ago.

Stopping that is.......

RIP : J. Hinkley - He had the wrong idea. Shoulda aimed at the mass media.....news in particular Unfortunately, he's still with himself.\ and us.

The letters are there,
I’ve seen them.
They lurk around every corner.

Oh those eyes as they follow me.
The eight especially.
It looks at me sideways.

Take a moment.
And
Save Ferris.

and the letters....