The Right Track

He
a successful failure
in a bespoke tailored
Suit

She
not quite high school pretty
but with make-up could be
Cute

They
stationed, eyes engage
upon the rush hour
Commute

Now
share a married journey
and still travel the same
Route

Me Of Many Words

I am me of many words
There's so much I must convey
Pairing rhythm with some rhyme
In a marriage of wordplay

I am me of many words
Seeing language everywhere
Playing up a verb or noun
Just to lay it down with flair

I am me of many words
Writing poetry and prose
I'm selective with adjectives
Which I place in lines and rows

I am me of many words
With a message to engage
Praying secret silent thoughts
Echo loudly from the page


Yet the me of many words
Finds that there are oh so few
That can fully tell the mystery
And majesty of You

Crying out for mercy

I'm head and body, hands and feet
in all this wholeness, incomplete
I fall before Your Holy seat
just crying out for mercy

I'm skin and muscle, flesh and spine
preportionately packaged fine
the human image of Divine
yet crying out for mercy

I'm soul and spirit, heart and mind
my inner being intertwined
But from within, somehow I find,
I'm crying out for mercy

Now take a closer look at me
whole, or in pieces you will see
I always was, always will be
just crying out for mercy



Posted for imperfect prose

how facebook killed my closest friend

(a ballad)

come listen to a tragic tale

your ears I hope you'll lend

how facebook crept into my life

and killed my closest friend

now facebook did not wield a knife

or use a gun to shoot her

it simply by osmosis

sucked her into the computer

way back in the beginning

we were both joined at the hip

we had a lot in common

such a great relationship

she clicked "like"on some pages

and her friendlist grew and grew

It got up to the 1000's

'til she knew not what to do

I gazed in awe and wonder

at her popularity

she had so many friends now

that she had no time for me

quite often, almost daily  

we engaged in facebook chat

but one day she went offline

and that put an end to that

then very slowly over time

in subtle ways so small

was less communication

and less writing on the wall

at first I didn't notice

there was no cause for alarm

we still had games of scrabble

and grew stuff upon our farm

the messages in my inbox

well, they soon began to fail

'til I was just a number

in a really mass email

and then upon the grapevine

I received the latest scoop

that my name was omitted

from the mass emailing loop

I still tried not to worry

for there was no need for doubt

I knew outside of facebook

we'd still spend time hanging out

but when I tried to make some plans

you know what happened next?

she didn't call my cellphone

or send message via text 

I wanted to address this

but she shrugged me off to say

"oh let's just meet on facebook

'cause we're on here everyday"

I still "see" her on facebook

I will not lie or pretend

she may be on my friendlist

but I cannot call her friend

now I have lost my closest friend

she's virtually deceased

with no communication

you could say she "rests in peace"

  

 so, if anti-social networking

begins consuming you

I pray proceed with caution

lest it kill your best friend too.

    Here lies the remains of a

    "One-Sided Friendship"

    Once a close friend.

Sadly you will (not) be missed.

   R.I.P

In lieu of spending money on flowers

I will be spending more quality time on

                  my own, which I was doing anyway.                     

The "friend" in this poem is fictitious. Any resemblence to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

Jekyll and Hyde

Dr Jekyll, Mr Hyde
How come so bad and good inside?
Enticed away by fullest flavor
Culinary cuisine, I'd love to savor
But friends say you're no good for me
That we should not keep company
I've tried disguise with herbs so fine
Why must our love be clandestine?
And so in secret I'll conspire
To bite you hard...I'm no vampire!








Posted for Magpie Tales

Some Bunny

Somebunny

Somebunny is yawning

And sneaking a look

Somebunny is falling

Asleep in a book

And Somebunny's eyelids

Are starting to drop

And Somebunny's big ears

Are starting to flop

So here's a soft pillow

For Somebunny's head

And I'll read Somebunny

A book before bed



Posted for Mondays Child

Curtain Call

She'd played every part
Every venue. Great and
small. Page two news and
five star reviews. Applause
flowers, final bow, encore
after encore. And now...

This was to be her finest
hour. An unexpected
illness would not upstage
her moment of glory.
So, she rehearsed the
final scene. An audience
of family and closest
friends would gather
by her beside. There'd
be all the drama. Tears
laughter. Right on cue.
And she would shine
centrestage as own her
spotlight was fading.
It would be memorable.
Magnificent.


But at her final curtain
call, she exited stage
left, at the bottom of the
stairs. Alone.



Posted for One Shoot Sunday