Pundits preachers politicians
you may see
attorneys too
and even agree with me
I think you'll find
all have an agenda
with an axe to grind
lining their pockets
feathering their nest
keeping their cards
close to the chest
saying one thing
doing another
I'd take 'em out and shoot 'em
if I had my druthers
and then there's censorship
where one man's word rules the roost
to remain silent would be
a gag order self-induced
Bricusse and Newley had it right
when they wisely wrote
'Stop the world, I want to get off!'
a verbatim quote
I think I am nineteen some days, twelve others.
Seventy is no biggie, but if I had my druthers…
I would not have arthritis in both of my knees.
I tell my daughters to grab everything that they sees.
With gusto and enthusiasm for they may fall apart.
They think I am kidding, but being seventy is an art.
Keep your positivity and do something fun every day.
Who knows how long you have to be merry and gay.
The trick is to live ever moment with pizzazz.
dance in the chorus line of life with razz-a-ma-tazz.
Oh, the 2024 U.S. Presidential election race,
as I ponder on it with my head's empty space.
Our nation is so out of joint,
our political differences at a breaking point,
with name calling rife in online blogs,
I would rather listen to bellowing bullfrogs.
Republicans, Democrats, Independents,
liberal, moderate, conservative, it's malevolent,
people attacking each other,
well, if I had my druthers,
I'd nominate my hound dog mix, Beau
for President,
he'd legislate from a canine-run government.
He makes more sense than a lot of people do,
the inept Secret Service can pick up his poo.
In three months this election mess will come
to us voters so weary,
I think many of us will be bleary.
Keep your nerves steady,
and get the popcorn ready. ~
Overheard a couple elderly gents
Discuss artificial intelligence
One said to the other
If I had my druthers
‘Twould be on the ballot for President
I'm laughing that "laughter"
does not rhyme with "daughter",
yet "fodder" (not "later")
rhymes nicely with "water"?
It bothers me "bothers"
does not rhyme with "brothers"
If I had my druthers
they'd both rhyme with "mothers".
It's weird, is it not -
"cough" does not rhyme with "dough"?
But I cough (just a little)
that "throw" rhymes with "though".
This language we love,
drenched in deep mystery...
therein lies the romance -
the surprise is the quay!
So many dreams
Both day and night
Awake or asleep
It's you in my sight
What do I dream about?
So many things
All bases are covered
The pendulum swings
From ones I can't speak of
To ones that I can
But all of these dreams
I would dream of again
If I had my druthers
These dreams would come true
It'd be amazing
To live them with you
There's lakes and there's rivers
There's oceans and seas
Red coats and blue blazers
Pink dresses, black jeans
Lilacs and perfume
Airplanes and guitars
Big snowstorms, warm blankets
Long drives, Nashville bars
Going to places
Where nobody goes
Coming back sometime
When? Nobody knows
I'll court you and woo you
All while we're away
Serenades in tuxedos
My love on display
And under the moonlight
I'd ask of you this,
"Would it be ok
If I gave you a kiss?"
Fireworks, rockets
Inside of me
If that were to happen
If that were to be
My creativity's vivid
Plans, other things
I'd put all together
To make Bluebird sing
It's all 'cause I love her
I say it alot
But if it's getting too much
Just tell me, I'll stop
I like to write you poems every single day
So many things to tell you, so many things to say
I'm sorry if the theme of love tends to be so much
Of what I rhyme and reason in my words as such
It's just that you to me are more than just the cat's meow
And if I had my druthers someday would be right now
I hope that I don't anger you or make you mad at me
But if I do please tell me and I will stop this spree
Of words and rhymes, the fountain flows, not seeming to run dry
And I am not surprised or shocked how come that is, or why
It's because I write these things for you, the woman I adore
And these are just small poems, I could render so much more
But I will be content as such with what I now can give
I hope you'll always want me to for as long as you will live
Speaking My Mind
Miracle Man
6/7/2023
I would say much with little, if I had my druthers,
by being precise so that what I say isn’t misread.
I could make my point without paining others,
by taking care in what I say and how It’s said.
Everything is the same.
Remember my name?
All is one.
Even though
if I cared to I
could count to 100.
Does that make me rare, too?
The bottomline:
we all want to shine
while scrubbing
down the others.
"But we're all one" I'd say,
if I had my druthers,
while squeezing
the wet sponge.
I don't agree with anything
anyone here has to say.
Don't call me your brother.
I don't know your sister.
He kept talking like this
in the mirror.
If you were the Lord,
wouldn't you get bored
making the same flower,
person, an animal?
This is all pretty paranormal.
I say buy the ticket, take the ride.
We're one and we're many,
Zig-zagging, all out of stride.
So make a friend
before the end.
In, fact we've met prior
running from a fire.
You look the same.
You're right
everything is the same.
Remember my name?
The thing I least look forward to,
The root of my financial ills,
Is the vile administration
Of my monthly pile of bills.
You'd think a single guy like me,
Whose needs and wants are all but nil,
Could whiz through funds manipulation
When it comes to paying bills.
It's the interest on the principal
Of credit card accounts that kills
And perpetuates extenuation
Of MasterCard and Visa bills.
Man cannot live by cash alone,
Hence the propensity of credit mills,
And the gross accumulation
Of large revolving charges bills.
But when statements say there's naught to pay,
Oh, how that "zero balance" thrills!
No refund as remuneration,
Just dismissed from that long list of bills.
My credit's good, I shouldn't brood
Upon this fiscal tribulation,
But if I had my druthers,
I'd druther hide out in the hills
Than face the monthly calculation
Of my bills, bills, bills.
Ruffians badger and bother the rest of the world, without care.
I see them coming with their mean attitude and try not to stare.
I wonder who has hurt them so badly, that they want to hurt others.
Did they have a horrible childhood?
Can we blame it all on their mothers?
They don't always dress the part, sometimes they wear business suits.
Sit in their offices eating elaborately rich foods that causes their toots.
Pick on their employees and they are nasty as heck to their brothers.
Did they have a horrible childhood?
Can we blame it all on their mothers?
Ruffians bully themselves into the best seats on a bus and a plane.
They are braggadocio and boastful, and to others, a huge pain.
I would rather not sit anywhere near one, if I had my druthers.
Did they have a horrible childhood?
Can we blame it all on their mothers?
Ruffians wear suits that make them look like sweet little old ladies.
They sit in the subway car and they yell out to the Mrs. O’Gradies.
Are loud and obnoxious; Could they be fixed with a few smothers?
Did they have a horrible childhood?
Can we blame it all on their mothers?
If I had my druthers What animal would I be,
A horse or a cow or a pig?
Would I be something cute and little,
Or rather be something big?
Cats are sleek and dignified,
With an air of mystery.
Myth and legend surround the cat.
They've quite a history.
Dogs are stalwart guardians and friends,
Famed for loyalty and devotion.
Handsome, pleasing to the eye,
All this is his denotion.
Horses are so elegant,
And beautiful to see.
Their strength is phenomenal.
Hmmmm, which one would I be?
Of the many that I've known,
No human could compare.
When I've needed friends the most,
I've always found them there.
No human I have ever known,
Had their patient dignity;
Or their loyal, long suffering love,
And stalwart bravery.
So if I had my druthers,
What animal would I be?
I could never be like them.
I'm stuck with being me.
If I could travel back in time and change the paths I’ve taken
Some changes could be quite sublime and others be forsaken
But everything feels just right and nothing would I alter
My destination is yet in sight, so my path shall never falter
I’m sure we all have made mistakes, some much more than others
Some may have caused a few heartaches, but if I had my druthers
I wouldn’t change a single thing, not one would I’d even trade
My well is gently overflowing, my life has been well played.
My doctor once told me something
That had me visibly shaken
He said, "This is your medicine,"
"Which must be annually taken"
I said, "Doc, hold on a minute,"
"And understand my point of view"
"I'd like some I can take by mouth,"
"If it's all, just the same to you!"
I stuck my finger into the flame
Just to see if it would burn
For years I accepted all the blame
Watching my fortunes turn
Meticulous in every endeavor
I always aimed to be the very best
Deep down I always felt clever
But I'm not if the truth must be confessed
And I don't know who I am anymore
My face has become something of a mirror
Reflecting faces within I abhor
My agony just a little clearer
I've battled sadness and pain
And some days are better than others
But on my heart is still a stain
Which I'd clean if I had my druthers
I'll filled notebooks and FaceBook
With memes and ridiculous rhymes
But at the same time I'm a crook
Living my life on borrowed time
For one year I gleaned clarity
From every day and I made myself better
But even my patience isn't a charity
And deep inside I'm just a fretter
If life is just a big masquerade ball
I'm tired of the dance and want to remove my mask
Because I'm broken by the fall
But life continues to take me to task
I don't know myself anymore
Nor the man who survived the fire
But I'm tired of waging a war
When I peer in the mirror and see a liar
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