At home, waiting
For the delivery of a dishwasher.
Last night was a blood red moon.
My mom takes Ozempic.
She’s lost a lot of weight.
I’m tired of washing dishes.
But it’s not so bad.
My wife washes, while I rinse,
Stack and dry.
I took Rybelsus for a while.
Backed up my system,
And I was hurting.
Guess I won’t lose weight.
My Dad’s birthday is
This weekend.
I hope he likes his surprise.
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Can you see
That thing in my rear view,
Flying at me?
Don’t say that we’re now through.
Polite carcasses
Make good soup.
Concrete messages
Accompanied your flute.
I like the piano
In that serenade.
Please, play.
Just one more day.
Follow me
Up the hill,
Then down
Into the bay.
Something smoothe
Goes true as few
And don’t say moo
Unless I ask you.
Start to decide.
We’ll go for a ride
To the other side.
I’ll seek. You go hide.
Oh, so I tried and tried
To make it fly.
But it just sat there
Then went inside.
Can you see how true
The red, white and blue?
Can you feel the shake
Of my knees as they quake?
Baloo is a bear
And I am a man cub.
What are you?
Ask me a question.
I’ll try not to lie.
I’ll give you an answer,
And then I shall fly
Away from here,
To a desert island
Where none shall fear.
Let’s do the twist
In the midst of this trip.
Let’s go to the end
And try not to spend
All of our wind,
My friend.
Do you deliver?
Is this for dine in or carry out?
Don’t forget to take out the trash.
And where
Is the Batman?
Meandering along,
I am struck by the thought
That it’s been a while
Since I’ve seen you.
So, perhaps, we can
Get together soon.
Ocean blue
For miles and miles,
Across the horizon.
A bird catches flight,
Nearby.
Where will it go from here?
Nobody knows,
And nobody can predict
What that bird will do.
I cannot. Can you?
Nature is unpredictable.
So is humanity.
And some are more than others.
Justice is not for just us,
But for everyone.
We need to support our church,
As well as look for other
Opportunities to give to others,
Besides our friends and family.
Loving the stranger
Was an important lesson
That Jesus taught
In his parable,
The Good Samaritan.
In this story,
Jesus asks,
Who was a neighbor
To the person in need?
The answer is
The Samaritan,
Who was a foreigner,
Some would say
An enemy.
But he was the one
That goes out of his way
To show love.
May we all be like him.
Crawling out of my cave,
I search for a stick or a stone.
But, alas, my hands are empty.
Maybe I can find a pool of water.
And there, just over a hill,
Lies a little lake.
I bend over to take a drink,
And I see my reflection.
How unsightly!
I must bathe at once,
So I am clean and lovely.
But then what will happen
To the drinking water?
I must think about this.
It concerns me.
It flows down
From the mountain peaks,
To fill this basin.
It flows naturally.
And what comes and goes
In infinity,
Lives up to the saying,
“What will be, will be.”
I’m growing old
Like an oak tree.
I spread my limbs
To reach out to others,
To reach for the sky,
To carry a bird or squirrel.
Yes, I’m growing old
But I have a purpose about me!
I have knots in my roots.
I have places where some
Have cut me, severing my body.
But oh, to live and breathe
For a century!
I love the earth.
I love soil and rain and grass.
I love bees and beetles.
Oh, to be free!
Dangling from my branch
Is a rope swing
And a child holds on happily,
While he twists and turns
Swaying back and forth.
Oh, to be friendly!
I am growing old
But today I’m in victory!
Stumbling along the sidewalk 