We try to be happy all the time
But not dare the untrodden miles
Forget the heart’s rapturous rhymes
End up in wooden smiles!

Someone please give me smile broad and wide
So can be seen all my teeth
Tell me a belly rip where laughter can’t hide
Give me spacious humor’s width!

Tell me a joke wild nonsense and trash
Make all my muscles ache in pain
When the waves of laughter upon me crash
I’ll in happiness go insane!

I haven’t laughed friend it’s quite a while
Want a laugh long left in the past
Bring this weary soul a plateful of smile
Make my lips break away from the rust!

Tell me a story that I roll on the ground
In laughter sparkling clean
For jaws long in wooden smiles bound
That would be the best medicine!

I think snow and I could become better friends
if Snow would confine itself to where the grass ends.
Snow should linger on ski slopes, packed powder preferred.
On my driveway and walks snow should not be observed.
For this white gift from heaven is not very nice.
Snow is cold and it's wet and it soon turns to ice.
Snow snarls my commute and makes parking a mess.
My back hates when I shovel, but I fear I digress.
Snow is beautiful, falling, driven by the wind,
but a pain in the ***** when the clean up begins.
Oh, I could wax poetic of snow's pristine beauty,
but my wife has assigned me to shoveling duty.
The lottery Genie could do me a big favor,
if my numbers all hit, she could well prove my savior.
On my beach, I'd recline, with a drink in my hand
and sing of "White Christmas" with my own back up band.

Regulation time was up
and our team one goal behind.
At the referees sole discretion
Is the length of stoppage time.
How much time do we have left?
What difference can we make?
Already we’re shorthanded
And the playoffs are at stake.
We’re like a man whose heart has failed
a time or two before.
Each time nearly off with death
Until revived for more.
Or somebody whose lease is up
And headed for the door,
Waiting only for the truck
to take their past to store.
I heard my pulse race in my ears
As I penetrate their line.
I tuck the ball inside the post
And score in stoppage time.

Just ahead a shootout waits
which will decide our fate.
When playing games of sudden death
What a difference seconds make.

I  feel  passion transgressing all limits when she kisses,
know what does she expect, and when I return,
I owe much more to her, to be in the same  league as her,
every transaction leads to further complicated
entries in the account book; can one be just natural
like waves and shore, or be neutral, tranquil, expect
nothing, to make matters, sweet and simple?
But life becomes an exhibition match of warring teams
even lovers become opponents who play devious games
of make believe, falling slowly in to the trap of follies self created

Marigold fields,extending to the far horizons,
****** me making my mission go astray,
"Don't regret" my heart said,"if beauty has its say
greater than any thing else, in your scheme of things,
blessed you are, though cursed, for now it'd seem
because life, is a mix,  beauty and its absence,
play a great  role, to give every thing a meaning"

Religious** moments are sacraments of faith...
I've believed I have found God
Mary and Joseph had a baby......
I looked in the mirror today
God started boasting of his creation
I cried at my self worth