First Friday

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.

WHY DO YOU SAY THAT?

Cranky? Don’t accuse me of something
When I come into the room.
I haven’t had my coffee,
And I’ve heard the voice of doom.
I’m not sure I’ll wake up tomorrow
And maybe I won’t last today
So don’t accuse me of being cranky
And keep everyone out of my way.
My hair is falling out
My cough is getting worse,
Why are you asking questions?
Is this poetry time, rhyme and verse?
My car wouldn’t start,
I must have walked a mile,
So get out of my face.
I don’t have time for a smile.
I think there’s a problem,
This company is operating at a loss,
I can’t put my finger on it
Even though I’m the boss.
Taxes are higher and overdue,
Cranky? I don’t think that’s true
Just because one of our clients
Is saying he will sue.
The sun must be on vacation,
You’re the one who was at the door
I was minding my own business,
I don’t want to hear anymore.

April 15, 2017

NOW, THEN, OR WHEN?

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,

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

LABEL

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

PASSPORT

A passport to the world is safely hidden,
Where no one can steal.
Afraid to be shown to strangers,
Waiting for the officials
Who hold the future.
A passport to the smiling faces,
Ready to open gates to countries
That offer new ideas and cultures,
Waiting for the unique places,
Showing heartfelt moments
Captured in pictures or memory.
After I die and make a choice
I’ll ask for a passport
To every place I haven’t been.
I’ve seen heaven and I’ve seen hell,
Is there another place I don’t know?
If there is, I want to go.
Where did I put my passport this time?

I am not old

I am flavor enhanced,
not old and worn out.
I am fluffy and soft,
not fat but a little stout.
How can I explain how I am
Not on the outside
but inside where love abounds,
I am more than I sound.
I am young but not too young,
I’m covered with wrinkles
My hair is gray,
But if I may
I’ll shower you with attention,
affection, and appreciation,
Tell you how beautiful you are,
Whether near or far
because I know you are wonderful too.
I’ll respect others
who make this world a better place.
I’m old enough to face
a mirror because it shows my outside
The rest I couldd hide
But I choose to show who I can be,
where I am always just me.