Beholding The Fall

The colors change,

because of the later season.

What remains,

awaits the winds seizing.

It floats and falls,

gently to the ground.

Thoughts arise,

although they're not profound.

As I see,

the results of passing time.

Why trouble me,

these thoughts upon my mind?

It's part of life, I know,

and I wouldn't really care,

if I was referring to the leaves,

but I'm talking about my hair.

It's Hard To Drive With Your Cat In The Car

I Can’t Sing Along With That - (poetry by the Droll Spectator)

I turned on the radio

to hear a lovely song.

I tried all of the channels

but something was very wrong.

I looked for some jazz,

some classical or rock.

But on every channel

all I could find was talk.

Inspired By Inspiration

I sought inspiration,

but it wasn't where I looked.

It was neither in the forest,

or written in a book.

Not amongst the noise,

or in the quiet of my mind.

It did not come when first beckoned,

or after quite some time.

I gave in to resignation.

It was not to be today.

When unannounced it came,

with ideas to convey.

“What shall I write about?

Please inspire and let me know!”

It replied “Just write about this moment,

and you’re waiting for me to show.”

Party Heads

I went to the writers block party.

All the writers were there.

No one seemed very happy.

In fact they seemed in despair.

“I can’t think of what to write about.”,

one by one they said.

They were all out of ideas.

Inspiration had left their heads.

I was ready to join in this thinking.

Ideas in my head were amiss.

Then a thought struck me.

I will just write about this!

Descriptive Word - (poetry by the Droll Spectator)

There is a word that’s found,

to have descriptive sound.

Invoking thoughts displaying,

images of what it’s saying.

It means sudden surprise,

to amazingly realize,

a word that has lasted,

like me,

it’s flabbergasted.

My Morning Adventure

Everyday’s a new adventure,

as I gaze upon my face.

What old familiar features,

will I find have been replaced.

Today’s surprise and wonder,

that causes me to fuss.

Is “When did my eyebrows

start to look like antennas?”

Mr. Procrastination - (poetry by the Droll Spectator)

There is no hurry.

It can wait.

It’s because I procrastinate.

Tomorrow is another day.

Why should I Rush

when I can delay?

Perhaps there is

a better way.

Maybe it will go away.

Haste makes waste.

Best to conserve.

Give it the thought that it deserves.

Who knows what tomorrow brings?

It could show us

better things.

I still must think,

I still must plan,

about yesterday's tasks at hand.

The Sad Party Clown

The sad eyed clown,

at the little girl’s party,

cried all day,

instead of acting hardy.

His sadness spread.

Onto the children.

it fell.

The girl’s mother said,

“This party's not going well!”

The clown then shaped balloons,

into animals ill.

Then it sang the blues,

in a voice that was shrill.

Then he told them stories.

With much gloom he spake.

Then he coughed and he wheezed,

and he sneezed onto the cake!

One by one the parents,

took their children home.

Until the little girl at last,

was at her party all alone.

The clown announced “I have a great surprise!”

Then he tore off his clothes,

which was only a disguise.

Then parent and child,

stood there with eyes wide.

For underneath the clowns disguise,

was the same clown that cried.

Bowing Out

From all I see and hear.

I want to just disappear.

Unplug and go offline.

In private spend my time.

No more public displays.

Just simply go away.

But that’s not what I am.

My nature is of ham.

I guess I won’t because,

How will I hear applause?

A Good Time To Be Lazy - (poetry by the Droll Spectator)

So much needs done,

but not today.

I’m checking out,

but not going away.

I don’t intend

to let anything phase me.

For this is a good time

for me to be lazy.

It is a luxury,

few can afford.

Neither can I,

but I choose to be bored.

You might see me today,

but don’t ask me when,

I’m staying in bed,

until after ten.

I have no clean dishes,

but I've already figured,

I won’t bother to cook,

I’ll have meals delivered.

The house is a mess,

clutter at my feet,

but this isn't the day,

to make things look neat.

Irresponsible me,

I won’t deny it.

I’m the envy of everyone

to busy to try it.

Call me slothful,

call me crazy,

you may think it awful,

but I’m being lazy.

Lasting Impression

If I could choose my fate,

what kind of writer I would be.

Either one of famous paperbacks,

or one studied in the Ivy Leagues.

Though it would be nice to be respected,

for literature that lasts,

I would choose paperbacks,

for I could use the cash.

Old Spot

There is a thing I possess,

and I have named it Spot.

I've had it for quite some years.

I recall when I did not.

But one grows used to change,

and indeed Spot did grow.

In fact I wasn't aware,

till others let me know.

Now Spot is with me all the time.

When I awake or go to bed.

For Spot is the bald spot,

on the top of my head.

The Light

There is a light,

that's calling me.

It's a light,

that I can see.

It says "Come soon,

don't wait till later."

It's the light

in my refrigerator.

I say yum yum yum,

num munch yum num.

Couldn't resist,

I had to heed it.

Even though,

I didn't need it.

The Wrong Way To Write

This isn't write.

It's the wrong way to right.

Yet on some sights.

It's a common site.

It may be alright.

To be an oversight.

But it's not correct,

to write right.

Weathering The Weather

A day at the beach

to have some fun.

To play by the sea

and soak up some sun.

When suddenly

the weather did turn,

the clouds grew thick

and the waves did churn.

Sheets of rain

fell from the sky.

The wind blew hard,

then run did I.

My exit was not,

caused by the weathers threat.

I did not come

to the beach to get wet.

Overdue Book

I gazed upon my shelf of books.

I read them long ago.

Time has kept me busy now.

No time for reading slow.

But one book caught my eye,

I needed to reread.

It’s called “How To Eat

Only Twice As Much Food As You Need.”

Pie Are Round

As I finished my meal,

I leaned back with a sigh.

Then my hostess inquired,

"Do you care for more pie?"

"No thank you" I said,

"I'm really quite full".

"You don't like it!" she cried,

"How could you be cruel!"

"Not at all" I replied,

"I had five pieces."

"You're pretending to like

what you think tastes like feces!"

"That's disgusting!" I said,

"I thought no such thing!"

"Then why? she inquired,

Don't you want anything?"

The situation I realized,

that I was in,

was obviously one,

that I couldn't win.

Despite the feeling that I had enough,

despite the feeling that I was stuffed,

despite having no room for a bite,

I turn to my hostess and said "alright."

"Please let me have that last piece of pie!

I tried to be coy but you didn't buy.

You saw how much I wanted some more.

Please let me have that pie of yours!"

With a smile on her face,

she served me the pie.

I could tell that she thought

I was a nice guy.

So even after

having my fill,

I took a bite,

and promptly got ill.

Scary Looking Fellow

Once I saw a man,

who looked out of place.

His clothes were a mess.

He had an odd face.

He looked as though sleep,

a had left him long ago.

He seemed as if he was,

where he didn’t know.

At first his appearance,

filled me with great fear.

Then I realized,

I was looking in a mirror.

Another Day

When I awoke today,

it seemed time flew away.

The future had come bolder,

and I looked ten years older.

My face had deeper lines.

My hair was less and fine.

But I was calm how I was physical.

Actually this day is typical.

More Morning Mourning

It’s more than I want,

more than I need.

More than I find

necessary.

More that makes me

more likely to mourn.

When I mow the lawn

and rake leaves in the morn.

A Funny Reaction

It brings me joy to make folks smile.

To make them laugh for a while.

A funny story,

a clever line,

a display of humor works just fine.

But lately there is a trend.

I wish that I could make it end.

People go to a funny place,

and start to laugh,

when they see my face.

Lightly Used

I often get hand me downs,

for everything I use.

The reasons very simple.

I can't afford to buy new.

Listless List

I was told to make a list,

about me I’d like to change.

To keep it to five things,

that I would rearrange.

I found it difficult,

it was hard for me to strive.

To keep the list of changes

limited to five.

Ode To Pie

There are those

who in time past spake.

And sang praises of

the joys of cake.

But I’m perplexed

and wonder why,

is there there not

more respect for pie?

Always moist

tart or sweet,

it never fails

to be a treat.

Cake is served on great occasions,

but I propose a new equation.

Memories remain in one’s mind eye,

if instead of cake,

you’re served pie.

fruit or berry,

or of vegetable,

it satisfies,

and makes one full.

I ask at the next celebration,

make it a memorable occasion.

The old rules need not apply.

Serve one and all,

by serving pie.

No Vocal Support

I decided to make an audio,

a sound book of my posts.

I sought someone to read it,

whose voice could give utmost.

One by one all the greats,

turned down my requests.

They said they read my poems,

and they thought they weren’t the best.

Worthy Cause

I started a charity,

for a cause ignored too long.

A physical condition,

that causes people harm.

Together we can fight it.

This scourge can be beat.

Let us us join together.

To stamp out prickly heat.

Poetic Reference

The poem I remember,

always told me,

by those thought witty,

when they referred to me,

as “This Little Piggy”.

Common Drink

People have favorite drinks.

They choose to have each day.

Some like wine.

Some choose tea.

Some just drink

what comes their way.

They drink from bottles.

They drink from cups.

They even drink from kegs.

It seems the drink

I’m often served,

comes from bitter dregs.

Another Season Gone

The summer comes to an end.

Autumn is on the way.

The kids are going back to school.

The pools are put away.

I enjoy the cooler air.

But I’m also filled with woe.

Because I know very soon.

I’ll have to shovel snow.

Short And Sweet

If brevity is the soul of wit,

then I should write just a bit.

No Show

I had the job of casting director.

To replace actors with whom I thought better.

It was an easy decision.

I resorted to nepotism.

My family now starred on the show

called “Doctor Who” by those who know.

But despite being able to travel through time.

They wanted no part of a show of mine.

Small And Popular

A trend I've noticed to what I write.
People like my posts short and light.
Make it funny and make it small.
To be really popular.
Don’t write at all.

Bad Drink

There is a saying,

long ago it was made.

“If life gives you lemons,

then make lemonade.”

This may hold true,

if lemons I had.

But I've received garlic,

and as a drink it tastes bad.

Beware Of Friendly Strangers

I was sitting alone,

when a stranger came near.

He was friendly and full

of much good cheer.

We spoke for a while,

then he said “Glad to have seen ya.”

Then he handed me,

a court subpoena.

A Path Of Note

I found a letter on the path.

It was full of anger, full of wrath.

I felt pity for the addressee.

Then I recognized it was a plea,

from a bill collector,

addressed to me.

Still Looking

My source of inspiration,

today was uninspired.

It caused my production,

to be less than I desired.

My lack of revelation

makes me look somewhere else.

Anything would be better

than looking to myself.

I’ve Grown Accustomed To Disgrace

People always marvel,

“How do you do it?”,

is what they say.

How do I handle the criticism,

that seems to come my way.

The answer is very simple,

I can ignore the cutting words.

It’s become very easy,

since that’s all I've ever heard

Angst About Angst

I’m getting angst

from my lack of angst.

Is it wrong to only

be giving thanks?

I try to worry,

but just draw blanks.

Is my thinking wrong?

Am I a crank?

Does my angst about angst,

mean I now have angst?

Is this just circular logic,

from front to flank?

When you read this poem,

will you think it stank?

Has my writing now

gone into the tank?

Can I handle the truth

if it’s told to me frank?

I guess I do have angst

brought on by no angst.

Final Destination

If I could travel anywhere,

and move faster than light.

I would choose to be in bed,

and asleep for the night.

Spelling and Typos

You would not think of lightning,
if you saw me typing.
Although it is not fast,
still many words are trashed.
But not the least of my woes,
is my display of typos.
For if truth is of my telling,
I don’t do well at spelling.
The cause of this bad formation,
is my pronunciation.
It seems this fault is present,
because I have an accent.
I spell the way I speak,
an incorrect technique.
Fortunately there is spell check,
Which often saves my neck.
But writing in a flash,
causes it to crash.

It's Not The News

I can't believe my eyes,

what is shown on my screen.

Inhumanity to all,

suffering and screams.

Politics dividing,

rising anger and strife.

Vulgarity and innuendo,

disregard for human life.

It’s all very disturbing,

so to keep myself from rage,

I must keep myself from looking,

at my Facebook page.

Race Al A Carte

Seven deadly sins,

we are wise to avoid.

They've caused mankind to fall,

and lives to be destroyed.

I found a new one,

to add to the list.

Meals are not a race

that I must finish swift.

Weighing The Difference

Is having a little,

as bad having a lot?

Such a proposition,

is an interesting thought.

Having little money

is not really so great.

Yet it doesn't seem to stop

one from gaining weight.

Missing At Mealtime

So many combinations,

make a delicious meal.

So many varied tastes,

I find can appeal.

Only two are missing,

I’ve not yet to acquaint.

That would be my having,

prudence and restraint.

Hidden In Plain Sight

“Don't hide the madness.” Allen Ginsberg said.
Advice some may follow,
others keep it in their head.
I haven’t had to hide it,
or try to keep it bound.
Why should I bother?
When no one stays around.

Little Outside, Weird Within

When I awoke today
I was a child again.
Sent off to go to school,
like I had way back when.
Now I knew the answers,
the classes were all easy.
My grades were all perfect,
it was now fun for me.
One thing hadn't changed,
it was even worse since this occurred.
I found with that with the kids,
I was socially awkward.

Goose bumps,

goose bumps, 

everywhere.

Goose bumps goose,

without a care.

Watching geese bump,

has its charm.

But not the goose bumps,

on my arm.

Fear He's A Jolly Good Fellow

If I could live without fear,
unafraid I’d explore frontiers.
No longer would I hesitate,
to be one who participates.
I’d laugh at danger,
I’d go forth brave.
Boldly then would I behave.
Full of courage from this granted wish,
as I fall into the abyss.

I Would If I Could But I Can’t So I Won’t

I would if I could,

but I can’t,

so I won’t.

Don’t ask me If I want to try,

cause I don’t.

It’s a bad idea,

and it just won’t float.

I would if I could,

but I can’t,

so I won’t.

It’s not that I’m lazy,

or won’t give it a go.

But I haven’t a chance,

I’m sure that it’s so.

Besides all that,

I’ve been down this road.

And if there is one thing I’ve learned

It’s when to say no.

It may seem easy,

for others to do.

But that doesn't mean,

it will work for me too.

So take my advice,

look for someone else who,

will do it correctly,

and won’t tell you,

I would if I could,

but I can’t,

so I won’t.

Don’t ask me If I want to try,

cause I don’t.

It’s a bad idea,

and it just won’t float.

I would if I could,

but I can’t,

so I won’t.