"glb" poems
The leaves rustle in response
and the crickets sing along
as the wind assembles its orchestra
to compose another song
glb©2015
May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 7:29 AM UTC
I stand in front of the mirror
it has seen a lot of me from the start
but is sure is a tragedy
seeing all precious things but the heart
glb©2015
May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 8:59 PM UTC
I've never watched the fireworks
from anywhere but my homebase
although year after year I know
I'm always in a different place
(and I hope you are, too)
glb
Dec 31, 2016
Dec 31, 2016 at 6:32 AM UTC
You are not a tenant
in my mind anymore—
You have built a home
in my heart
glb©2018
Jan 12, 2018
Jan 12, 2018 at 11:39 PM UTC
the definition of legacy
I never truly knew
until one gathering
an elderly woman came up to us
and spoke out of the blue
she shook my mother's hand real tight
and spoke of my grandfather,
a former colonel and chaplain,
a present friend
to my mother she said:
"I love you because I love your dad"
and to me I knew those words
would stick till the very end
glb©2016
Dec 23, 2016
Dec 23, 2016 at 4:00 AM UTC
Now we see that water
is a mighty portrayal of love
for not only should it reflect what is beneath but far more Who is above
glb©2015
May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 10:05 AM UTC
Lunch at Denny’s
With a Side Disorder of Screaming Child and Bellowing Mother
Pajama Child, running and screaming: “Bye-bye. Bye-Bye! BYE-BYE! HEY!!! BYE-BYE!!!!”
Momma, not looking up from her MePhone: “Don’t run, honey. No. Don’t run! I SAID, ‘DON’T RUN!!!”
Pajama Child, standing in her seat and chewing her food over diners’ backs: “Wlb. Glb. Blrt! Uerk! Blye-blye!
Momma, not looking up from her MePhone:: “One…!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Pajama Child: “NO! CAN’T MAKE ME! NO, YOU! NO, NO, NO, NO!!!!!!!!”
Momma, not looking up from her MePhone: “Twoooooooooooooooooooooooooo…!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Pajama Child, throwing food: (SHRIEKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!”)
Momma, not looking up from her MePhone: “NO! I MEAN IT THIS TIME! One………!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Pajama Child, running and screaming around the restaurant: “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!
Momma, not looking up from her MePhone: “Twooooooooooooooo…!!!! I mean it this time!!!! Twooooooooooooooooooo…!!!!!!”
Pajama Child: “NO, YOU! CAN’T MAKE ME! BYE-BYE! BYE-BYE-BYE!”
Momma, not looking up from her MePhone: “Do you need a spanking? I mean it this time!”
I blame the teachers and Donald Trump. I mean it. No, really. I mean it this time.
Sep 12, 2019
Sep 12, 2019 at 3:53 PM UTC
a signal in space
no voices exchange
the message is seen
glb©2020
Aug 16, 2020
Aug 16, 2020 at 9:28 AM UTC