Cupped hands holding all the ideas I had
And I am running to find the places they all need to be planted
Reaching my first destination, I try to plant just one idea
Really screw up and most tumble through my fingers to infertile ground. Devastating!
Yet after a period of mourning I rush on, and something miraculous happens. My hands refill!
Oh if I knew ideas would repopulate I would not have been so careful in the beginning
Now you know. Rush and let your ideas scatter, and wait to see what awesomeness grows!
Now everyone was counting the seconds
Excited about a new beginning, a new something
What changes were possible
Yet he sat on the couch and sipped his champagne calmly
Every day was his chance to begin anew, to try to right his wrongs
And that allowed him to find peace with himself every night as he went to sleep
Ready to celebrate a new chance, a new resolution, every day. That was worth celebrating
Giving all of you so many thanks
It is awesome when you come and look at my poetry
Finding out that I have touched you with my words
That is something I love to unwrap, not just at Christmas, but every day
So once again, thank you!
Varicose veins climbed his legs like a trellis
It had purple blossoms of bruises to give that bit extra artistic something
Nothing he did seemed to help with the aches and pains
Except the thought of even at his age something of beauty was still growing within
Pliable emotions allowed them to bend and not break
Letting the couple withstand so many of life’s issues
And it also let their souls meld into a perfect fit with each other
So it was no surprise to those around that as their features morphed by time’s hands
That it didn’t make a difference to the beauty they saw in each other
It was inspirational to view, to feel
Can something like that be recycled for the betterment of society?
Putting letters into envelopes
Outside affixing addresses
Sending them from random mailboxes
That way they can’t trace it back to him
And when his victims open them?
Giving them something they will never forget
Everyone loves a fresh hundred-dollar bill, even if they are homemade
Perhaps there is another way to do this
Let me give you something as a reward for making this happen
Everyone deserves a second chance, right?
And what if it was your mother who was in my situation?
Don’t make me eat pineapple on my pizza! I ordered it by mistake!
(FYI I love pineapple on my pizza.)
He thought he knew exactly what to do
Until he found out the hardware wouldn’t work
Being too smart for his own good he whipped up something new
Realizing that was a wasted four hours because he had just simply wired the original backwards
It had worked all the time if he had just opened his eyes and slowed down
So much for a calm Sunday
Home is home, but sometimes you just live in a place
Outside is allowed to get ragged, inside things are just left where they are
Vistas of unkept memories and mementos cast aside without a care
Eclipsing all hopes of doing something about it, to make it a livable space
Leaving you to wonder if it is just a condemned dwelling, or a wasted life
Can you make me something to eat?
Only I need it to be dairy free, soy free, and gluten free
Oh, and I can’t have coconut or almond
Know what, I will stick to a glass of water.