Trust should flow like the river –
Wide and deep, not turbulent, dangerous, murky, or dirty-
no not like the deep weedy sea-
Trust should be like a summer breeze- an unasked-for sneeze- a bird in flight-
a pleasant night- a love of things- a heart that sings-
Trust should be like an innocent child- an unplanned smile-Trust should be free.
Gwendolyn Cloyd
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April 02, 2022
Two-Fifty-Four
©2012 C. Brent Cloyd
I bought a new scale at the Wal-Mart store.
Made it secure and level on the floor.
I took a breath, then stepped on.
The digits I saw made me moan.
Surely, I do not weigh two-fifty-four!
Let’s balance the scale, then I’ll try once more.
Adjusted proper, they’ll give the right score.
This time the scales will behave.
I stepped on, tried to be brave.
But with a grin they said “two-fifty-four”.
I would like to throw these scales out the door.
Wish they were lying, but I can’t ignore.
I’ve gobbled many things sweet
And chewed on too much red meat.
My expanding poundage is “two-fifty-four”.
My belly is huge, my chin is galore.
Need to lose it, but process is a chore.
Need diet low in fat and starch.
So my stomach will not arch.
Hope to be smaller than “two-fifty-four”.
Would a brisk walk cause my health to restore?
Would losing blubber help me not to snore?
Let’s get started. Soon I say!
Well - after the holiday!
Cause my clothes don’t fit at “two-fifty-four”.
A Deal with the Chief Campaigner
©2012 C. Brent Cloyd
There was a House Speaker named Boehner
Sought a deal with the chief campaigner
For budget cuts he did hope
But campaigner said nope
For how would we pay the retainers?
Joker Joe
©2012 C. Brent Cloyd
Vice President Biden is prone to gaff
But his debate strategy was to laugh
With smirk and grin told things that were not so
That’s how we will remember Joker Joe
Empty Speeches
©2012 C. Brent Cloyd
Gone are the columns, gone is the crowd
Just twenty thousand, shouting loud
Gone is the hope, debt was the change
Stale words remain, empty and strange
The air is filled with Biden baloney
He pleads the case for a liberal crony
Praises a job well done, but not complete
In anger cajoles voters to not unseat
Introduced with great pomp and circumstance
We hear of one who will give us a chance
Then strutting to the stage with toothy grin
He tells us about Republican sin
“It’s not my fault the economy is bad
But if not for me, it would be real sad”
Nothing new, we’ve heard this story before
We can get the job done, but I need four more
Lectured us about what is right and fair
Let the rich pay more, they can afford to share
Didn’t hear a word about the nation's debt
But the people are asking you can bet
“I need your vote, my contract please renew”
But I ask why, you’ve told us nothing new
Mr. President, wave goodbye, run the race
But I’m voting for another in your place
A pitcher’s job is very difficult in baseball.
The other teams batters are what he must stall.
Pitchers must keep hitters from making contact with the ball.
Too many runs scored can lead to a pitcher’s downfall.
It takes skill and luck to be a winner in baseball.
Fifteen wins and one loss is not shabby at all.
Such a pitcher in the minor leagues has been found.
In his first major league game, he is headed for the mound.
Tyler Cloyd is making his major league debut tonight.
Good luck to him. I hope everything will be alright.
Our Twenty-Nine
©2012 C. Brent Cloyd
You have been my darling for twenty-nine
Traveling state to state, place to place
My partner, my lover, my valentine.
We’ve had and held on in good times or bad
We’re not rich, nor poor, but our house is full
You have been my darling for twenty-nine.
You brought forth three children into our home
Two have moved away, one remains with us
My partner, my lover, my valentine.
Daring to believe we pursued the wind
We chased dreams, some saw light and some faded
You have been my darling for twenty-nine.
Faith, hope, love, and adventure paved our path
The call to service has been our highway
My partner, my lover, my valentine.
We have known joy and we have known sorrow
But our journey has brought satisfaction
You have been my darling for twenty-nine
My partner, my lover, my valentine.
Who Won (rigged) Maine?
©2012 C. Brent Cloyd
Saturday Maine voters took a poll
Romney won, but Paul camp claims he stole
One Paul leaning caucus, cancelled for snow
Helping Romney move on with MoJo.
When final votes tallied, Paul may win
But by then there’s no victory to spin
The liberty cause is disappointed
Romney hopes he appears anointed.
But the real story is Santorum
Who did not compete in this forum
Who without even spending a cent
Of the raw vote got eighteen percent.
New Hampshire Has Spoken
©2012 C. Brent Cloyd
Romney is choice of the republican elite
With thirty-nine percent he’ll be hard to delete.
Paul’s crowd is excited and nipping at his heels
They’ve made monetary policy issues real.
Huntsman says third place gives him a ticket to ride
So on down to South Carolina he will slide.
Gingrich has fallen and he is madder than heck
His story is about the cards in Romney’s deck.
Santorum is still smiling and is headed south
Will his message relate or is he just a mouth?
Perry did not know he was even in the race
Betting on the Palmetto state to save his face
Caucus Over
©2012 C. Brent Cloyd
Romney claims he is most electable
Results conclude that is debatable.
Bachman stood firm on defense and health care law
Discovered her support was filled with straw.
Santorum touched palms, wore out shoes and truck
Had clear narrative, timing and good luck.
Perry soared, forgot, “oops,” and millions spent
Said thanks, boarded plane, back to Texas went.
Paul hates the Fed and loves the constitution
Deplores war, and young folks like his solution.
Gingrich defied odds, then truth made him sag
He moves on with hope, yet carries his bags.
Why Do I Love You?
©2011 C. Brent Cloyd
When I tell you that I love you
Hurriedly you ask, tell me why?
You laugh when in dismay I sigh
Dare now, listen to some reasons
Obsess and parse them if you please
I love because God gave you to me
Life is good when I see your smile
Observe your wittiness and style
Valuable are your hugs so snug
Each time you travel I feel a tug
You bring pride and make my heart dance
Overawed I choose to love, not perchance
Utmost I love because you are you.
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