Bake it with love and watch them run for taste
Affable little rug rats that love to eat in haste
Babes with eager faces plump & pillow faced
Earing out their smiles with a beg of after taste
Silently they make a move every noise erased
I try and hide the pies for the night of Christmas eve
Niggling up the crumbs, I stash away then leave
Pitter patter pitter patter to the kitchen they both go
Identical on facial grins like two geniuses at stow
Each one pokes and prods the soft Pillsbury dough
Licking up the berries with a silly grin in toe;
Another year of crumpled pies it comes to no surprise
Natalicious feigns are coming from their droopy eyes
Dotted cheeks of jam with telltale signs of eaten pies.
November 15, 2018
There was a time when my eyes read nothing but hate
I couldn't empathize, realize or even relate
It was me, myself and I and couldn't even cry
I was all about self, and the rest could go die
If you tried to talk, I'd just slide and walk
Then i'd laugh and mock, my heart was locked
When you feel deceived and made a fool by your peers
Its easy to stash away all the pain and the tears
Hard headed becomes embedded, if I said it, I meant it
Sinned against God and Humanity, never once repented
I felt every step improved my rep by the day
And I prepped my responses to any words they might say
I steeped in the rage, till I was black to the core
Till suddenly I realized.....
I DON'T EVEN LIKE ME ANYMORE.
I've startled a frog, who leaps in flashes.
He and a grasshopper zig-zag away.
The lawn whispers mildly, in tune with the sun,
Yet something's amiss--the air is unsettled.
Squirrels and I stash away seeds,
salvaged from spent, rain-ravaged beds.
Bees are now torpid and cling to the mums.
Bedraggled zinnias give up the ghost.
What becomes of the Grim Reaper's harvest,
of creatures who cannot withstand the strain?
The mystery hides in an infinite point--
the one in the center of The Great Hub--
the crux of a myriad transformations.
If I win,
I'm not gonna lose
by spending it all
on bingo and booze.
Instead I'll buy a shiny new car
and go away somewhere far.
Next time I will be wise
and buy my kids a nice surprise.
Then, some of it I'll stash away,
to be kept for a rainy day.
If I win I'll use my brain,
not give it all back again.
If I win,
( I'll probably not )
I'll stop right there
and keep the lot.
Every day is a little more special
With every breath we take
With every moment that passes by
The impressions that we make
With each breath we are given
The first could be the last
Simply making the best of them
Let your present be your past
Brave enough to answer
Any beckoned call
With strength enough to face life
The toughest battle of all
Every day that we are here
Each moment will be blessed
We stash away our sadness
Striving for happiness
Sometimes things don’t go our way
When our hurting takes center stage
When anger overwhelms us
To the point of a burning rage
Soon however it comes to pass
And the pain will slowly fade
Light emerges from the darkness
As we walk out from the shade
Let every breath have meaning
With purpose to each moment in time
Never forgetting how to smile
While moving to the rhythm of the rhyme
We dance with love awhile
For every moment this heart beats
For every breath of fresh air
The blessing of friends and family
And precious moments we share
These words are not forgotten
They reside deep in my heart
For everyday is worth living
Each waking moment a start