What is this, more blood and gore?

Another senseless war?

More dying dirt poor

I’ve seen it all, and I wish I could see less

Of humanities senseless mess

Since the beginning of time

Being different has been a crime

And I’ve seen it all

Many empires rise and fall

I’ve watched since the time dawned

Before even first life had spawned

I’ve been here and weeped

But cannot make a peep

As you see I mus...

Bees offer honey far more readily than they sting

People must rather dance and sing

Just like the bees

We like to float among the breeze

Although some are scary

Many others are quite merry

Just like the stingers wrath

There are bad people along your path

But just like the honey sweet

There’s better people you will meet

More people will help you on your feet

Than will revel in your defeat

Just like...

Grass is often greener on the other side

With the true feelings one may hide

And often you may ponder

What is over yonder

Is it roads of gold?

Or a fortune foretold?

Is it all you’ve hoped and dream

Or an elegant stream

Is it a field with a beautiful meadow

House owned by a rich fellow?

What is over the hill?

Is it the pill?

The one that will fix

Make your head not in a mix

What you think is ove...

I couldn’t tell if she was friend or foe

She was beautiful head to toe

When I was around her I felt manic

And led me to a state of panic

I couldn’t tell if with me she was coy

I think she’s into a boy

Beautiful scent, beautiful mind

I doubt that she’s ever be mind

She was popular and I was not

Very much not the popular lot

One day something felt odd

She was walking with this guy, Todd

To me, mean ...

Chandelier swinging

Merrymen singing

Stairs in ivory and ebony

Everything you would dream opulence to be

Waiters with hors d’oeuvres

Seeing only the richest people you’ve heard

Outside pillars of white

The area around, an aristocrats delight

Out front a large lake

Not even a leaf to take

Manicured grass

Nobody dressed crass

In front horses and buggy

Cool breeze negates the muggy

What a wonder...

Here I am at a party

Dragged here by my pal Marty

There’s people offering me coke

I’m standing here the unfunny joke

There’s a couple over there chugging beer

Why did I agree to come here?

Did I come here hoping to be seen?

Even though I don’t have the party gene?

This really isn’t my scene

Are those people turning green?

There’s twenty or more

With my anxiety I feel sore

All the people who want ...

As colorful as a rose

I’m just a form of prose

I’m just words on a page

To try to explain the authors rage

Or possibly their sorrow

Or their bright hopes for tomorrow

There’s no true meaning to me, the poem

As I’m not the one who wrote ‘em

What am I? I ponder?

But each word makes me grow fonder

I don’t know what I am

Written by sir or ma’am

I know I’m alive

I’m just a deep thought dive

I’m mor...

A cool morning

The leaves rustle without warning

The birds and the chickadees

The sounds in the morning breeze

Up a tree scampers a squirrel

With its big tail curl

Looking for the nuts

It stored before the winter’s rut

A cardinal flies through the air

With nary a care

On the ground, a small brown bear

By it scampers a fox and hare

Near the opening stands a buck and doe

Escaping their human foe...