These are the days of blue
Days of sadness
Of the torn away days
That last too long
I wish I could hold them for you
In a big paper sack
Recycle them into new
Instead all I can try to do
Is hold onto your pain
While you go away and hide
From these days of blue
I know he would tell you too
The son the brother
The husband the father
Most of all the friend
Grief he understood
He knew sadness and pain
He held the losses for many
If he could
He would change the color
For you
From blue to a new hue

A scent that makes me cry
Takes me back to newly time
I smelled it today
I don’t know how
Can I bottle it please
And use it when I need
To feel young again
And free from age
I search for it in my head
The merchants helped
Discontinued they said
How can it be ...
I needed it for me

Hold it so gently
So tightly
Tapping it so lightly
Always giving it
Constant attention
Don’t drop it
Don’t break it
Give it power
With you constantly
Cell phones are like marriage mates
Get a new one
Because this one is old
Ok just kidding....bad example

Fifteen eighty three
Go to sleep March 11
Wake up March 22
The powers that be
Messing with
The calendars again
Were they vacation days
Or PTO?

She made floaty
leaves blow
towards her
stretched out
pressed paw
to grab
under the screen
so the wind had
something
useful to do

How do you get your hair to do that?
Don’t wash it
Brush it real gentle
Throw in a few rats
Then give it lots of treats
It will do anything I want
Such a good girl!

The Doctor said
You should fix that
But I can’t afford to
I won’t be able to provide
If I miss work
I will go into giant debt
Go to collections
Then file bankruptcy
I will be broke
Living on the street
That’s no way to survive
It’s a tragedy to be homeless
Maybe I can find a spot

Those in charge said
We need to fix this
But we can’t afford it
It just can’t work
We cannot provide
We are already in giant debt
Our city will go broke
File bankruptcy
Won’t be able to fix the streets
Yes it’s no way to survive
Its a tragedy-for the homeless
Maybe you will find a spot

A is for admiration
B is for blooming
C is for caring
D is for distance
E is for endurance
F is for forlorn
G is for grateful
H is for hope
I is for intimate
J is for just being there
K is for knowledge
L is for loyal lips
M is for make up with
N is for need
O is for our own world
P is for pleasure
Q is for quality
R is for remembering
S is for staying
T is for truly
U is for unfailing
V is for vulnerable
W is for wanting
X is for XL
Y is for yearning
Z is for zapped

Our family tree
Woah is me
Has termites

No pictures to prove
Who is who
Boo hoo hoo

Should it matter
Would it make us sadder
If we searched the history of us

Would we find
We are royalty
Or just of the toilet seat

We might find the dad
Who went away
Or was just led astray

Find the town
We are from
Exact locations say some

A can
Of worms
Or just deserts

Do we have to know
Will it make us
Grow

Maybe all we need
Is these little seeds
Of us now to plant

The small tree
Start fresh
Of just you and me

I want that one
But it’s not ripe
It doesn’t matter
If I don’t like it
I can just throw
It away

Celebrating
The impending train wreck
Showing up doubtful
Mourning the losses in advance
A ticket to ride
With an expiration date?
Putting in an preorder for
Refunds on congratulations
Hoping this train doesn’t jump
The tracks once it leaves the station
You aren’t the conductor
Or the passenger
Step aside and watch
Get out of the way
Cringing, hoping and praying
You can’t look away
This is not a game
Now pronounced farewell
Yourselves will be to blame

"Days may not be fair
Always
But that's when I'll be there
Always
Not for just an hour
No, no, not for just a day
Not for just a year
But always"
----

Phil Collins " Always " Live in Berlin 1990

Lyrics by Irving Berlin

We used to have the
Drive thru Fotomat booth
Made our own coffee at home
Now we have the speedy
Drive thru coffee house
And make fast photos on our own
Merge them both and
Give us the drive up selfie booth
For pics with our instant coffee

Perfume, garlic, wet dog
That makes a lot of scents

Paying your lunch tab with coins
That makes a lot of cents.

I texted you all day today
That really doesn’t make sents.

Some words
The four lettered kind you know
Seem to be so overused
That their primary meaning
Has lost its use
It doesn’t make sense
To hear a youth
Or on a show
Or at the desk next to you
Over salting it between
Regular words ruined
I know you think your cool
To the rest of the school
But really it’s just sad
That you talk so bad
I can’t understand this language
You claim is human
It’s made up of a few tacky letters
So don’t talk to me anymore Mr. F
Nothing’s getting thru
You are now a word whisker
It even hurts my ...blank

Trees cry deep within
We-unable to hear the sound
Barely brushing a leaf
Knowing it responds happily
Exchanging breaths
Forcefully accepting the water
It was given from above
Pulling it in so it can survive
Even a few drops it cherishes
Roots go deeper than you can see
Protecting feeding beauty breathing
It does it for you
It does it for me

Running around the lot
I saw your red mohawk

One with a black striped head
Had on a red onesie for bed

Spotted and speckled
What happened to you?

One had a pretty blue dress
And yelled very loud so stressed

Looking for attentions
From mates with intentions

Green with envy this bunch
I wanted to cage you so much

Black shiny outfits ready for trouble
I’m really smart, you wanna rumble

How do you live up on high?
Where do you go when you die?

Some like fast food and junk
Some like fruit and nuts

When I see how your taken care of
I don’t worry as much

If you could
Change your birth certificate
Would you?

If you could
Change your death certificate
Would you?

Are these questions certifiable?

I’ve had that dream of school
When you forget your classes
When you forgot to go to PE and
Don’t graduate
When you can’t wake up
Because your dreaming inside
Another dream and you scream
Having a baby and it’s not real
And feel sad and relieved
The one where I get shot and
Felt the bullet
The one about the plane
Crashing and burning
Right in front of me
And I feel the heat from the fireball
The one where someone’s
Chasing me and I jump
Out of bed to hide, to my poor husbands fright “what is wrong?”
The ones where I’m having
An asthma attack and I can’t breath
The vivid one about concentration camp and I am hiding children from the ovens
And they still don’t make it
And it’s in black and white and
Woke up angry and depressed

The extra strange rest of them I can’t and won’t share

Relieved in real life these aren’t real
I’ve always wanted to share my dreams and frightmares
Sorry in advance for any bad dreams

Readers can see the pain
Writers can scribe the pain
Artists can sketch the pain
Physicians can ease the pain
Loved ones can kiss the pain
Music can drown the pain
Food can comfort the pain
Laughter can endorphin the pain

What remains?
The pain—always there
No matter what we try
Physical or mental or emotional
Can blend into all of these
No matter how, it’s there
It’s there, it’s there, it’s there
Suffering our own is tough
Trying to understand the pain
In someone else’s shoes...
Even harder

Pain wants to yell and scream
Or be silent and groan inside
So why do we care?
Because of empathy
Lend an ear to hear to listen
To comprehend
To have compassion

We may have no answers
But catching someone else’s pain
When they want to throw it
Even for just a moment
Time offers a chance for relief
Just knowing we are heard

If we all had as many real loves
To behold
If we all had as many real likes
To behold
If we all had as many real friends
To behold
As social media posts have
Real happiness would overflow