Why do we do the things we do
of all the everything under the sun
why do all those crazy things can’t ever be undone
it's beyond belief if it's not one thing it's another
between you and me don't know why I bother
sometimes we slip stumble and fall
trip tumble and fumble the ball
that's the way the cookie crumbles
why do we say the things we say
when there's everything else instead
why use such stupid words can’t ever be unsaid
until you go out on a limb you’ll never know the view
it's nice from far but far from nice
true from far yet oh so far from true
when thunder rumbles here comes the rain
no umbrella soaking wet again
that's the way the cookie crumbles
why do we choose the things we do
with all the everything else to choose
why decide on pointless wrongs can't ever hope to use
it's beyond belief if it's not one thing then it's another
and sometimes it's both why do I even bother
be it ever-so humble as if that's not all
give it the gas and the car will stall
hey that's the way the cookie crumbles
Calm winds a bright day
Music I sing
As
I walk along the way
I see home
Not
Far
But
Near....
So,
I travel on
This road without fear.
tumble, little tumbleweed
come play ‘round my feet
I’ll dote my cares upon you
midst tenderness, replete
tumble, little tumbleweed
until you've found a place
devote time to appreciate
the treasures you embrace
tumble, little tumbleweed
dance your wonders, wild
tho’ I call you tumbleweed
you’re but my dearest child
tumble, little tumbleweed
learn and dream and grow
I'll love you thru the Evers
though I will watch you go
tumble, little tumbleweed
strong and straight and true
now I must let you tumble on
please kiss me, sweet, adieu
tumble, little tumbleweed …
tumble.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, December 1, 2022
( for my grandchildren and great-grandchildren )
In the blizzard, Rudolph tumbled and swayed,
Santa lost his balance, fell down dismayed,
What surprise was in store!
When I opened the door,
And saw gifts scattered with Santa out, splayed!
2nd December 2022
For Tania Kitchin's "A Funny Christmas or December Holiday Limerick" contest
Eternity With You
It seems like an eternity that you have been gone,
But every day; you're still on my mind, like a song
Sidling through this loving heart of mine
It never fails, every single day, every single time.
But I don't mind that you do,
You'd always bring a smile with you
So, pull up a chair, Hunny let's reminisce
You can stay with me for a while, I insist.
Remember when the kids were small,
We would go to the "Meadows of Our Love."
Where the kids would rumble and tumble around
We would talk for hours, holding hands being strong.
I'll never forget; those days done passed,
You brightened my days; you made me laugh
How could I forget; the time that we shared
When you were here, inside our love that we beard.
I am burning the "Lilac" candle for you,
In appreciation for; "remembering, my boo."
Now that you're gone, I have accepted your leave;
I'll be waiting in the "Meadows," our Season's to breathe.
R.I.P. Shannon, I love you; you complete me!
Miss Emily-Pinkerton Hix
was out on her bike doing tricks
she fell off in top gear
exposing her rear
I know because I have the pics
Tongue flicks at mouths hinge
looking for an inlet rest
breath hold
in tremored chest
His eyes flit
as chocolate twirled dress
comes to autumn leaves fall rest
From your knees discover
each curves turn over
You are mine to use
she rasps from bedraggled hair tumble
I’m on a twilight stroll with my beau,
we take a route we’ve often walked before.
Mystical moonlight flickers in the trees,
“whose woods these are, I think I know”*
A hooting owl startles me, I fall and twist my knee,
I try to stand, cry out pain; I cannot walk with ease.
We can see twinkling lights in the distance,
perhaps someone’s at home who can help me.
My beau covers me with his warm coat,
He hurries away so he can get assistance.
I pray that he doesn’t have too far to go,
and that the cottage is not too remote.
He soon returns with another guy,
I know his face, oh hello Steve I cry.
I was almost certain he lived close by,
as he sells wood carvings which I buy!
Lines to Awaken your Muse Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
*Chosen line - Whose woods these are I think I know - Robert Frost
02/27/20
I want to fly, to spread my wings
and sprinkle love on everything –
on every creature known to man
around this world and back again.
I want to soar, to duck and dive,
to race and tumble, feel alive!
To travel freely without care
and feel the wind blow through my hair!
I want to jump to highest heights!
And free fall just above the sight
of land, touch down, and jump once more;
then, rest my wings upon earth’s floor.
And, then, as I lay down to sleep,
I’ll sing to you sweet melodies
and pray for peace for all mankind
from now until the end of time.
A rumbling constantly moves this room.
Boom. Boom. Boom. Room. Boom.
Boiler?
Monster?
Perpetual thunder king?
Rumble. Rumble. Tumble. Rumble.
Back and forth. Forth and back.
The constancy of it is more than I can take.
I have not gotten used to it yet.
This is year six.
Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom.
Terrible place for a counselor’s office.
there's something inside
the infrared rise of sun
across the span of ocean
that stirs within
outbursts of mind
lash against the sands
of time that swallowed you
in the tides of yesteryear
leaving me to wander alone
across the shores of life
unguarded from storms
i still taste the salty spray
in your absence, enraged
i walk alone
You may take a tumble
But, do not ever quit
Rise up through the air
Just keep at it
Build up your strength, confidence and courage
Be a resilient warrior
Follow on your dreams
In order to travel far
I broke a fingernail...
it's the least of my worries
fractured finger hurts
I took a tumble this morning.... after 3 1/2 hours at A & E the xrays revealed that I've broken my little finger, i will be visiting the fracture clinic in the morning.
Apologies in advance as I won't be able to comment as much as I would normally do.
4/26/18
You may take a tumble and fall
But, you must rise up once again
Put those troubled waters behind you
And move those mountains my friend
Be your best at all times
Show them your self-dedication
Find your inner strength
Continue to be an inspiration
we are here only for
the pure joy of Living,
a perfect simplicity of
blend requiem of life well lived
cognizant of ill pressed non beliefs
distant ***** dagger domestications
prisoner soulless sex socializations
livid love lies, greedy gonad gossip
self levied hate from sources abrupt
from in to ex turnal left on
suppressed brain avenues ahead.
Only back issues available, all
forward enterprises, ticketable,
jailable, own your thought police.
A Candid jubilee recipe awaits us;
A heart full unconditional love
cup of Self Awareness concentrate,
a pinch of truth, integrity, empathy,
mix carefully into one's soul, steep o'er night
wake up one with everything, everyone.
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