Regular brown and
Green now hilghted in white
Dancing and singing

Magic in the moment
Thrills in the street
Colors abound
Dancing boots on feet

I read about your tricks constantly
Operating continuously
Going away without one last wave
Yet, your selfish heart is often saved

You haunt a poet in her dreams
You're a *******, or so it seems
Ignoring a loving gesture
Then thoughts of you start to fester

Why don't you treat these women right?
You always start a nasty fight
Why don't you love these kind women?
In their heads your often swimmin'

I love their poems you help to create
A poetic nut kicking is your fate
Mental games with women, a mortal sin
(NEW POEM) That S.O.B. did it again!

Given the choice, I'd
Rather wallow in fire
Than break a friend's heart

All I want to do is make people laugh
A quip, a bit of wit, a self put down
But it always seems to be a huge gaff
"Why do you always want to be a clown?"
I thought laughter made the world go around

Laughter is my energy, my power
It may be my only contribution
If only so, even for an hour
Why does it claim such harsh retribution?
They jeer, it destroys my constitution

My weakness is trying to build esteem
Esteem needs laughs to nurture its weak soul
The sad clown hides the makeup disguised dream
Laugh, like, even love me one and, PLEASE, all?
Laughter cries in the dark depths of my soul

All I want to do is make people laugh
A quip, a bit of wit, a self put down
But it always seems to be a huge gaff
Why must I always try to be a clown?
Laughter is what makes my world go around

The weather changes
More than a woman changes
Her beautiful mind.

It's been an eternity!
Since I gave you a piece of me
My limbs have been torn in a million directions
But now I've made precise revisions and corrections
I promise I've missed you more than you could possibly know
There is only one definable way that I could even minutely show
Just how significant and crucial you are to reassembling the pieces of me
And that is to once again, let you be the muse of my inspired heart felt poetry

I hide behind silly humor
I hide behind poetic form
I hide behind a false facade
So that I make myself perform

I'm afraid I'm not good enough
I'm afraid I'm not truly skilled
I'm a afraid I'm a worthless fraud
That this isn't my given guild

I beg for positive feedback
I beg for people to love me
I beg for confidence to come
So I can finally be free

Free to write only for myself
Free to know I'm able enough
Free to deserve the love I have
So I can stop writing the fluff

Blue ridges rolling
To picturesque blue skies and
Islands laced in sand

Life is sweet
I lap it up

Do I look
Fat in this
Life?

In my day the only thing that started with I that was used for finding information and checking out women was EYE. No pad pod phone gizmo. I used my own eyes and actually left my house!!

B
R
E
V
I
T
Y

Is bliss!
Yes?

This use to be a day of great pride
This use to be a day of celebration
This use to be a day of strength
Now it is a day of reflection
Now it is a day of great guilt
Now it is a day of regrets
Regrets for our arrogance
Regrets for our weakness
Regrets for letting down our fathers

All I want to do is make people laugh
A quip, a bit of wit, a self put down
But it always seems to be a huge gaff
"Why do you always want to be a clown?"
I thought laughter made the world go around

Laughter is my energy, my power
It may be my only contribution
If only so, even for an hour
Why does it claim such harsh retribution?
They jeer, it destroys my constitution

My weakness is trying to build esteem
Esteem needs laughs to nurture its weak soul
The sad clown hides the makeup disguised dream
Laugh, like, even love me one and, PLEASE, all?
Laughter cries in the dark depths of my soul

All I want to do is make people laugh
A quip, a bit of wit, a self put down
But it always seems to be a huge gaff
Why must I always try to be a clown?
Laughter is what makes my world go around

Today's full is tomorrow's victor
Tomorrow's champion is the mirror

Magic is the nature
Magic is the water flowing
Magic is the air
Magic is the food
Magic is the peace
Magic is the love
Magic is my life
And most of all
Magic is my family.

a word or a look
make or break
ones day - that's power

When the day is dark, sleep, blink, read poetry - breathe!

Weather forecasters never know what the weather is going to be. They're lucky to know what it was like an hour ago. If I want to know what the weather is going to be I ask my knees. They know more than those pasty weather bunnies, and they look better too.

Oh' Grandpap......

if you must have the
last word the
word should be "sorry"


simple poems are fun
yet they can
say more than one thinks


enjoying nature
time to pray
like a Romantic


bicycling is part
of my life
need I search for more


there is a time in
people's lives
that they would erase


the tree is  now down
but Christmas
lives in memory

When the reaper knocks,
will you answer the
nefarious  door?

The Pope has been smoked!
Good, let's watch real TV!

it is easier to judge
than to serve the time

What effects affected the mind?
Effects sure confused the affected.

When I'm alone
I'm never alone
When I'm at home
I'm never at home
When I'm alive
I'm never alive
Until you come home to me.

A movie date with
The woman I dreamed for. Yes,
This is Forty, Love.

Irony is being sick on Christmas Vacation, healthy at work.