Short Time On My Hands Poems
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Obviously this man's got lotsa time to devote totally
To actively pursuing this rewarding endeavor called poetry
Meeting folks of like minds
Sharing passions in kind
At my stage in life nothing equals my verbosity
Do deadlines and due dates
ever rattle my brain
No, no - I'm a poet
It's not fair to complain
I’m free to sit
and dream up ideas
Or try my wit
my reader to please
O, lucky me
with time on my hands
When the hourglass drains
~ just flip the sand
My mind wanders
o'er the firmament
and the seven seas
Whether or not
it moves me
My thoughts form and
dissolve... reform
in kaleidoscopic fashion
Some display more, some less
passion... dispassion... ere they're ashen
Time on my hands
boon or bane ~
Ever-shifting my view
of sane and insane
Some years ago,
having more than I needed
and time on my hands,
I deposited funds from
one side of the country
to the other.
Private, closet sized rooms,
sanitized for my protection,
visual stimulations upon request.
Today my progeny are everywhere,
and not once in all those years
so much as a father's day card
from the ungrateful little rug-rats.
With some time on my hands
(Must I translate? I’m bored!)
I discovered material
That I had stored.
So with needle and thread
And some stuffing in tow
I stitched 2 little pillows,
Relaxing to sew.
One for each of the grands
With a pocket on top
For a tooth or the money
The fairy will swap.
There’s just one little glitch –
I will be quite bereft
If I see them at last
With no baby teeth left!
Laying quietly in the dark
Alone in bed on my right side
Listening to the tinnitus
In my ear, praying sleep will come;
Not that I have obligations
To meet in the early morning;
I am an old retired dude
With a lot of time on my hands
But damn it to hell, I need sleep.
I try composing poetry
But my wandering tired mind
Can not remain focused for long
So I turnover my left side
And begin all over again.
Another ponder day came by
And looked me right square in the eye.
I just sat and with a sigh
Grabbed my pencil and began to write.
The sky is blue dotted with white
The grass was green but turned brown over night.
The flowers all droop out on my stoop
Another summer's flown the coop.
Then the winds began to blow
Followed by white flakes of snow
I closed my eyes and began to dream
Of tomorrow's brand new painted scene,
A blessed cloud moves overhead
I watch its journey
I watch it change shape
Blend into whatever vision I need it to be
Monumental time on my hands
Seperated by blue skies
You're caught in my mind
But soon you'll be back here with me
Meaning seems to fall by the way
The day can be whatever it wants
It makes no sense to wake up
When you are not a moment in grace
You're caught in my mind
Every moment captured
Freezed framed and on pause
My heart has relied on this place
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