Best Bump On A Log Poems

I was searching my mind for a theme to choose
for my very first poem of the year
turns out it was an easy choice
to thank some friends who I hold so dear.

I've never met any one of these folks
but I consider them friends none-the-less
I established their...

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I’m somebody!  Who are you?
Are you somebody too?
Then there’s a pair of us – do tell!
We must advertise – you know!

How dreary to be nobody!
More worthless than a frog
Who without a name - croaks all day
To be a bump on a log!...

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Gypsy winds, wind their way
across deserts and plains;
whip the tumbleweeds and 
sands into a frenzy.

Nomad scorpions roam dunes alone,
burrowing deep, to escape 
a tempestuous sirocco.

In lonely places cacti sentinels 
stand vigilant day and night; 
the magic within them, untapped by humans.

Only a few know the...

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Do you remember before computers
We actually spoke with each other
We cared whenever our kids got sick
And knew the address of our mother

Today we sit at our laptops all day
Surrounded by dirty old dishes
Wearing clothes from two weeks ago
Smelling like a kettle of fishes

What is this...

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I was hoping for just a caress or maybe a stroke  
but all I got was noises, smoke, and restless rebuff 
I was wishing for a tree hugger who would 
place their arms around me and love me 
but all I got was misaligned...

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Oh Happy Day, when you were born.
For many years, my heart did mourn.
Childless I lived amid the throng.
Watching mothers rush children along.
Alone in a restaurant, twirling the ice –
Little girls with bows looking so nice
Brothers and sisters laughing out loud
While childless I sat amid the...

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When I was eight years old, Nancy a stringy-haired blond, chose me to be her playmate.  She idolized horses and always played "horsey" with me.  Since I didn't know a horse from a dog in those days, the game was mostly Nancy acting...

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I’m somebody!  Who are you?
Are you somebody too?
Then there’s a pair of us – do tell!
We must advertise – you know!

How dreary to be nobody!
More worthless than a frog
Who without a name - croaks all day
To be a bump on a log!


For:  Brian...

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Wrestling with impasse to contentment

Dispense sing with fidelity blithely agog
just me and mine dark shadow 
slinking along the edge of night doth blog
passivity, the path of least resistance ohm my dog,
shocking voltage surges an emphatic YES, 
verboten fruit adrip with succulent juices as eggnog,
a legitimately...

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Fish swim closer,
To the lily girl,
Who dances on her flower,
They watch her twirl,
She touches the water,
With her toes,
Where the ripples go,
Nobody knows,
Music in air,
She fights off the fog,
That begs her to sit,
Like a bump on a log,
It slows her small fish,
And makes them all groggy,
Then...

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I want to go to college.
I want to go this fall.
I want to have the knowledge
to not go with my back up against the wall.

I need to find more money.
I need to get a second job. 
I could stay here where it’s sunny,
but I’d continue...

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Those who love life, put up your hands
Now let me see, hey you in the back
Don't just sit there like a bump on a log
You're either with us or against us, mac!

You gotta grab life by the proverbial horns
And wrestle it down to the ground
Gotta...

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originally my intent to expound on memories 
   when paternal grandfather erode
out to said residence, and averse to expand horizons 
   asthma late mum didst goad
him (in vain) to commingle, find intelligent links 
   analogous to electronic signals communicating...

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Do you remember before computers
We actually spoke with each other
We cared whenever our kids got sick
And knew the address of our mother

Today we sit at our laptops all day
Surrounded by dirty old dishes
Wearing clothes from a two weeks ago
Smelling like a kettle of fishes

What is...

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“Son”...”say goodnight to grandpa”

Spurred by mother dearest 
as well as other politesse
drummed into her second born
fobbing blandishments as incentive
tumbled off fingers of prodigal son
tripped wordsmith to splutter forth
forthwith the following lines.

Back in the day 
quaint summertime of yore,
the following popular refrain reverberated
within hallowed halls of...

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