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.