Intimate Strangers

I live in a world of intimate strangers
Springing and grappling to lie at my door.

Silently lurking in shadowy corners,
Invading the privacy of my core.
As I manage each corner I study and ponder
What evils lie waiting to enter my realm
Of personal data so carefully plotted
To aid the daily business of the one at the helm.

I've enlisted the forces of constant protection,
Watching and warning and weaving their spell

They guard at the outskirts of my dominion.

They keep me apprised of the demons from hell.
The dangers of technical progress still linger.

I cringe at the thought of invasion ill-used.

I shrink to the notion of intimate strangers

And pray for a consummate demon diffused.

The Dreaded Blank Page

It's funny how our brain responds
To all our idle moments when
The matter of it all, called grey,
Becomes a mass reposed. And then,
We strive for all creative thoughts
To relegate onto our page
Where void and vacantness wins out,
No longer yellowing with age.
Technology, perhaps the cause,
To numb the senses and make dull
The nether-regions of discourse
We use to conjure up delights.
Oh, revelry! We miss the days
Of wandering out to shores unknown,
Imagining the wondrous worlds

Of paintings with our words self-grown.     

And now I've got this cadence started,
Wanting to escape the walls
Of reason, and quite discontent
With idleness and time ill-spent.
My mind is whirling, twirling, thrilling,
Fabricating joys and charms,
Listening to my inner pleasures
Spinning my linguistic treasures.
Idleness! It lends its way
To wondrous worlds in the human mind.
It captivates the weaving, forming
Pictures; overwhelming storming
To the former blanket of white
Where now my artifice you'll find.

A LIFE OF JOY

Not to laugh?

Not to breathe!

Why go on living if no mirth I'm giving?

Not so gay?

End my day!

I must have fun till the day is done!

Capture the joy?

My life's pursuit!

Why always tears to draw out the years?

Giggles and grins?

They soothe my soul.

No time for sadness, there's only gladness.

Things

Things I don't like;

Hypocrisy, Mediocrity, Jealousy, Girdles,

Despotism, Communism, Hard to overcome Hurdles,

Heretics, Lunatics, Baby Ticks, Horses,

Racists, Fascists, Nudists, Evil Forces.

 

Things I like;

Puppies, Kitties, Guppies, Noodles,

Shopping, Crafting, Reading, Poodles,

Springtime, Coffee Time, Bed Time, Laughter,

Friendships, Day Trips, Shouting up to the Rafters.

 

Things I don't like;

Liars, Beer, Mud, Cigarette Smoke,

Tardiness, Loneliness, Heat, Being Broke,

Haters, Fakers, People who don't Care,

Doctors, Dentists, Signs that say Beware.

 

Things I really, really like;

Loving, Giving, Sharing, Kisses,

Chocolate, Ice Cream, When School Dismisses.

Air Conditioning, Kids, Facebook, Ron,

Sunsets, Football, Tennis, Dawn,

Gardening, Spending, Singing, Food,

Jesus, Roses, Coloring, Good.

One of Those Days

When I got up this morning the coffee pot was broke.

When I tried to make toast the toaster started to smoke.

If I don't have any coffee it's possible that I'll croak.

Other than that everything's just pretty fine.

I went back to my bedroom and fell into my bed.

I bounced out on the other side and fell upon my head.

I needed a lot of stitches, twenty-two is what they said.

Other than that everything's just pretty fine.

I got into the fast lane so I could pass a car.

I needed to take the exit, but I blinked and went too far.

Another guy clipped my bumper and the accident was bizarre.

Other than that everything's just pretty fine.

They rushed me to the doctor who said I broke my arm.

He put it in a purple cast to give it a little charm.

My chest hurt and my back ached, but I didn't want to cause alarm.

Other than that everything's just pretty fine.

So, I ended my day a little early, and curled up in my chair

Thinking nothing could happen to me while I was sitting there.

I glanced over at the sofa that was covered in cat hair.

And I thought, I don't even have a cat!

Other than that everything's just pretty fine.

A Southern Fairy Tale

Since coming south I have decided

That the only place skeeters abided

Was the north, and they're big there.

They fill up like pigs there,

But the southerners all have denied it.

 

 

So I watched, both outdoors and inside

To see if these critters I spied.

Not a skeeter I'd see.

They just can't convince me.

If they're here, then the skeeters all died.

 

 

It's Just Me

Sometimes I pretend that I'm normal,

but I get bored, so I come back to me.

It's not that I'm extraordinary.

It's just I'm unlike those I see.

Sometimes they pretend to perceive it,

but I see that far look in their eyes.

I wonder if my words were expected,

or were they a complete surprise?

Sometimes I retreat into my shell

where alone I can muse on my thoughts.

It's easier than striving to mingle,

and end up with everything in knots.

Sometimes I think I'm so stable,

then find myself out on the edge.

I scramble to lighten the outcome,

but deeper and deeper I dredge.

So, it seems there's no use in pretending,

for normal is just not for me.

The more I should try to be normal,

more abnormal I find me to be.

It's just me.

IT'S NOT EASY BEING ME

Sometimes I hate being me.

I hate being different, you see.

I know I've always been this way;

Not easy to understand.

I love to laugh and sing and play.

I love to make others feel that way.

So I joke and tease to let them know

How much I care. But for them, it's not there.

How can I know when I've said too much,

When I perceive it's the perfect touch.

But I've gone too far, and they don't approve.

Few think as I think. I feel so alone.

If I'm too impulsive today

I'll purposely shut down the next day.

But friends wonder why and what is wrong.

Oh! Help me to find where I belong!

I have longed for this my whole life.

Inside I struggle, so full of strife.

I don't like being different than everyone else!

I don't like feeling so alone!

Wide-Bottomed Women

(Disclaimer: I wrote this during a stay in the hospital while I was on pain killers and various sundry drugs. Just sayin....)

Wide-bottomed women should never wear tight jeans

With each and every movement tugging at the seams.

A healthy dose of denim should hang loosely on the hip,

And if I see their underwear it really makes me flip.

Wide-bottomed women should never wear short shorts,

Not even on the beach or participating in sports.

And if you work in the garden be careful of the view,

'Cause if your backside's to the gate they'll see a lot of you.

April In the South

The moderate temps of April are soothing in the southern skies.

It's gentle breeze calls softly with colors that surprise.

The trees stand straight as their bright green shines in the sun.

The bees hum happily as their daily work is begun.

My heart rejoices to feel the cool, damp earth in my hands.

I sculpt and plant my labors that beautify the lands.

The yearly blooms wave softly to bring in southern Spring.

I'll add to their numbers when more lilies I will bring.

But I must never falter, or waste away the day.

Southern sun is not so gentle when April turns to May.

Then I will gaze through my window, my efforts to apprise.

The southern temps of May can be brutal in the southern skies.