Puzzle Box

Emotions and memories
Kept in a box
Pieces of puzzles
Thoughts that we thought

Unpacking words
Fractured pictures
This one looks good
This one fits better

Write a short story
With so many words
Don’t use a thousand
Fifty will serve

Make a big picture
Show what you see
With plenty of feeling
Of life’s memories

Bill MacEachern August 15,2023

No Exit No Retreat

We CHARGE
Into love
There is
No RETREAT
It’s instant addiction
That cannot be
Beat

Love’s addiction
Is like no other
While trying to
Abstain
Forever
You’ll love her

There are
No rehabs
No 12 steps
If the arrow is true
There are
No Exits

Bill MacEachern August 14,2023

Only Alone

Life alone
Isn’t lonely
Life alone
Only means only

Only I play
Only I write
Only I hear
The dawn birds delight

Only I seek
Only I trek
Only I gaze
At summer’s sunset

Life alone
Some can flourish
Gives one time
To live…
Re-nourish

Bill MacEachern August 12,2023

Boomers

Bottle caps were currency
Pop sticks were our props
Maple seeds
Were whirly birds
Spinning like a top

Hopscotch drawn on
Down the streets
Jump ropes tied to reels
Double Dutch was fun to watch
Especially for the girls

Quarters pitched against a wall
Closest takes ‘em all
We played that game
With baseball cards
Some lost DiMaggio

We grew up fast
We learned the ropes
And mostly on our own
We’re called the Baby Boomers
We’re "like a rolling stone”

Bill MacEachern August 13, 2023

Old

Old

I feel it now
Getting old
I feel now how
It’s…not all gold

I feel it more
Since yesterday
I’d rather stay
Than go ’n' play

It’s not so bad
Don’t get me wrong
I’m really glad
I’ve lived this long

I travelled ‘round
By thumb 'n' car
Slept under bridges
In Florida

My pal Hohner
Tagging along
We’re always kissing
When blues come on

Been to rehab
Eyes wide open
We’re all in a struggle
We’re all a bit broken

I got to see
Niagara Falls
I got to hear
The lovebird call

I sweetly weeped
Obama’s win
And lived to see
Him win again

I feel it now
Growing old
All my memories
Just pure gold

Bill MacEachern August 9, 2023

AUGUST

The brakes of summer
Slowly get pumped
August is here
Tomatoes are plump

Schools ‘round the corner
Autumn near by
August is here
Season’s collide

Gardens grow fruitful
Leaves look luscious
Soon they’ll be painted
With natures brush’s

A paradise for picnics
Beach goers too
Air’s not so humid
Or sticky like glue

August is here
Relax and enjoy
Soon we’ll eat turkey
Then kid’s get their toys

Bill MacEachern  August 11, 2023

Nestlings

I write best
Close to the vest
I attest
It’s what I know
Best

In my nest
It’s what I
Behest
I write best
Close to the vest

Be my guest
I’ll unload
My chest
Be just like
An inner inquest

I write best
Close to the vest
Just sit tight
I’ll feed ya
The rest

Bill MacEachern
03/24/23