I am entertaining
and unnecessary,
but I enjoy
both of those
under-defining
adjectives.
My mistakes
I cover up,
in the wrong colors
of acrylic.
They still show through
when they dry.
Thank God.
The chin isn’t right
on my self-portrait.
It mocks me
with uncertainty.
I never did fit into
the proportions
of myself.
My paintings
are more puzzling
than the abstract version
of an abstract.
I wasn't classically trained.
Especially the desperate,
stretching trees
I tried to paint
behind me.
They look like skinny soldiers
bowed down by true intentions
and heavy snow.
Standing between me
and the vertical
attempts at Aspens,
is a red wheelbarrow
and chickens.
I hate those chickens.
They even squawk
on canvas.
Thank you,
William Carlos Williams.
When will the raindrops dry?
"The future depends on what you do today." - Mahatma Gandhi
The tiller of the soil does not depend
on a miracle to make his seeds grow.
He ensures good harvest though storms descend;
he waters his crops with sweat from his brow.
The sailor does not leave the ship to chance
to drift and float without lifting the oar.
To guide his vessel through the wild expanse,
he rallies his men till they reach the shore.
The morrow comes surely to those who wait,
to the ones who dream and those who dare not
But whether the future’s to love or hate--
it all depends on what today is wrought.
We need, God sense.,
Not non-sense.'
Repent, and you shall be forgiven
And hopefully, reinstated
If you are conscience-driven
It’s much appreciated
No need to come up with objections
Just humbly take the charge
Accept all stupid allegations
Before they grow too large
The astute will suspect you’re kidding
Those will be a minority
Most of the judges will believe you
So blessed by their authority
You go whatever way you see
It might be not the same
You walked before, but you are free
To start another game
It is a gaming world, all play
Whatever game they like
In games of war for peace they pray
In games of work they strike
Of course the wise like to pretend
That only justice meets their needs
But at the high stakes it depends
Forgive the hypocrites.
Why do some believe it’ll get better
while others are sure it’ll get worse
Why do some take wild chances
while others sit out the big dances
Why do some sock it away
while others live for today
Why do some sit and think
while others resort to drink
The answer, my friend, will depend
on what you discover in the end
A poem depends on the mood of the moment
on the hour of the night or of the day
on sudden changes, and subtle ones too
on the cast of the skies, a kitten’s mew
on whether I’m kissing ~ or missing ~ you
you're only as beautiful as you feel
youth is in the mindset
captive no more than a fleeting sunset
love blossoms rooted in the heart
AP: 2nd place 2025, Honorable Mention 2025
Your DESTINY;In your hands
What you getting, you've given
Fate are the offsring of our own actions
Mind set is everything
A changed mind, a converted fate
The places you go, the people you keep
What you listen to, What you read
What you see, the way you act
The way you think, your experinces
The way you talk, the way you walk
What you do, how you do it
What you love, doing what you love
All propels it
Connection, depends on Vibration
Energy your currency for frequencies
Consistency, lights the path
Resilience the very Aura
That establish DESTINY.
The world is a wonderful place
said he, with an awestruck face
Meadow, brook, hill and dale
explored them all, fresh from jail
Blue vericose veins
Depends defend against stain
Firey heart unchanged
You can bet I didn't forget
So you know that I got 'em
It all Depends but in the end
They call me Soggy Bottom
If all the gods took a vacation
Or maybe a forced “relocation”
Leaving not a single trace
What would we then blindly embrace
Could we survive a “godless” day
With nothing to which we could pray
Or would we sit and sadly stew
Cuz they didn’t tell us what to do
Removed from the fear of Heaven’s hell
What would we do, I ask, pray tell
The sun might cease its endless ark
And leave us weeping in the dark
Or maybe in this dimming light
We might develop “inward sight”
And realize, “oh god, it’s true”
It all depends on WHAT we do.
"All a man really wants, is a girl who looks good in a bikini." - Jack Freestone
Jack’s declaration’s surely right
for young guys who most love the sight
of babes whose string bikinis show
much flesh up top and down below.
A buff young guy walked down the aisle
with one whose beach bod made him smile.
At home he knew precisely why
she wore . . . not much--to catch his eye!
***************
BOTH bodies changed as decades passed.
Love of bikinis didn’t last!
He likes her fine in shorts and tees
or muu-muus. He’s not hard to please.
Hydration, urination, frustration
I’m being Pampered with Depends
The means justifies the ends
For with my bladder shrinkage
There comes a bit of leakage
It’s so simple I just do it do it
I can’t remember where I threw it
But to this date it’s just been water
Haven’t yet let loose a “squatter”
And I still can change my own
While talking on a speaker phone
So it’s safe to take me driving
Or leave me at home alone
I’ve gone from Pampers to Depends
The way it started is how it ends
My life became a little sadder
With the shrinkage of my bladder
©7/16/2023
In this poem-request, I hope I don't sound overly pushy or snotty :-)
But I pray more Depends can be donated so old people can go potty!
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