I did not know what was in the drink
That influenced the party that night,
All I remember is the sudden change
In attitudes before the fight.
One bottle poured into the punch,
Turned the beverage from blue to green,
Without words but angry stares
Brought trouble like you’ve never seen.
Perhaps it was love that caused the fight,
I believe that to be true,
It definitely took place at first sight,
I was surprised it happened to you.
One fist swung was all it took
Before the house came tumbling down,
Broken bottles and chairs lined the room
But you smiled as you lay on the ground.
The commander’s daughter kissed you
Before she left that night,
And the next day you were released,
Happy with love at first sight.
One bottle added to the punch,
Just a little to spike the drink,
But why are you with my girl,
And I’m still locked in the clink?
April 24, 2017
A Grandfather’s Questions
Who will clap at the baby’s first laugh,
And help her count the stars?
Who will listen for the dove’s call,
And sniff the fragrant flowers?
Who will encourage a child to grow,
And love her fellowman?
Who will take the time to explain,
To help her understand?
Will she ever learn how to respect,
The young as well as the old?
Will she discover over time
Love is more precious than gold?
Who will chant the songs,
I learned as a child?
Who will tell stories at night,
Of ancestors gone awhile?
Who will sniff and enjoy the taste,
Of Grandmother’s fresh baked bread?
And who will explain the Will of God,
When life is hanging by a thread?
Will someone hug her tightly,
And wipe away her tears?
Will someone answer her questions,
And soothe her endless fears?
April 23, 2017
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Tagged ancestors, flowers, grandfather, respect, stories, tears
How could there be a First Friday?
Every week had a Friday,
Just one Friday to focus on,
One Friday to make plans for fun.
Nothing different about one day
Except perceptions about a time to pray.
Why would one Friday suffice
As a day for sacrifice?
A First Friday to meditate
And see control as more than fate.
It’s hard to keep topics timely.
Whatever I say or do,
Is often out of view.
What was said yesterday,
Is swallowed up by today.
Forgotten. Pushed aside. Covered up.
Two hundred girls, chemicals used,
A murder in our town,
What does timely mean
If we ignore what’s going down?
There’s not much we can do
If we only sit and stew.
How can we write with pride
If important things are set aside?
We have to be timely.
Dear Amy, I was pleased to receive your letter,
and I hope you’re getting better. Sorry that I scared you, but it seemed the best thing to do. I was expecting you to leap into my arms, but you chose to withhold your charms. As for the garden we planted by the light of the moon, I hope it grows real soon. My heart beats faster each time I see you, and I realize no one else will do. I’d be pleased if you gave me a kiss, and I would promise you this. I will love you forever. Oh, by the way, your father was just having fun, he doesn’t really have a gun, does he? Was he serious when he told me to go away, that I would never find a way? Please write me soon and we’ll meet at noon.
Sincerely, Sneaky Pete
Posted in bravery, fear, humor, love, People, poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged advice, changes, fun, life, relationships, Word
What would it look like if we each had a label?
Would it say, Please do not remove under penalty of law?
Would we have to prove we deserved it,
Would it be something everyone saw?
Please give me more information,
Tell me where and how I was made,
Would I be rated and checked out yearly,
Would there be taxes someone paid?
This would all be so confusing
To know everything without doubt,
And would the label allow someone,
To knock my stuffing out?
It would not be easy to start over anew.
I think I like the way I am,
And you look good being you.
April 11, 2017
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Tagged advice, changes, Games, real world, relationships, science, Technology
This day is perfect so far.
I haven’t hurt anyone.
So maybe I should get a star.
I’ll pin it on my chest
and though I haven’t done
I haven’t been a pest.
What have I earned so far?
Why should it be understood
That I’m trying to be good?
Why make things so complicated?
Don’t I earn stars and points
For doing nothing?
March 25, 2017