I like the sun
I like the moon
I like September
And I pretty much like June

I like the wind
I like the rain
I like to feel good
And I pretty much don’t like pain

I like new cars

What is this sound
So sharp and so clear
That tickles and titillates
Against my ear

What tis it that causes
My spirits to sing
What could it be
This most miraculous thing

I was never one for my kids to look up to
That’s a stone cold fact that I’ll always regret

I was never the best dad, for them to hold on to
I was there and I provided, I cared…and yet

Opinion pieces and poetry
are two different things
And as such, both should have
Their own proper spot

They both have great value
But Are they the same?....

Daylight savings time

Daylight savings time has been with us
For many and many years now

It’s time that someone has told us
About the where, the why and about the how

What is that voice
That I hear calling to me

What is that sound
That echoes in my ear

What is that refrain
That lures and taunts me

That siren like sound
That lurks so near

Words… are so easy to say
Promises, usually so hard to keep

Words…so easily written
Promises, able to be shallow or deep

Words…so effortlessly uttered
Promises, should never be broken

A small taste Of your lips
To remember
A small taste
So you would not forget

Remember me always
And ever
Remember me
And never regret

Remember the fleeting
Time that we had

There are creatures of the underworld
That dwell in caves and dark dominion

Where blackness is reality
With light a total fiction

In human souls, in dark despair

A smile can be loose
A smile can be tight lipped

It can be acidic
Or be in honey dripped

A smile can be heart rending
If tendered in sad farewell

And also be heart mending

Probing somewhere beneath snow
a blade of grass is gently testing

In the lake under thin ice
Silvery fish test sites for nesting

In trees soft buds begin to gently swell

A saintly looking old man was at church last Sunday
He sat in the next to last pew
I slid into the seat right next to him
And gave a him a friendly “hi-dee-do”

I need a bottle of answers
Or at least a small flask

A richness of remedy
To finish the task

A surfeit of solution
An excess of replies

A realm of resolution

I’m goin’ to tell this story to ye, if ye can keep it a hush
Since I canna’ be telling’ me friends
Twas the Saturday past, I drank a wee too much

My wife, my treasure
My enduring font of pleasure

Has many virtues that I admire
Many facets of which I’ll never tire

But the attribute which I hold most dear