Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Inhale me into your lungs

Inhale me into your lungs.
Let me flow in your tubes, then out.
No mother's thought shall think of me.
No boy stops running speaks
How great air is and breathing is so fun.
Then unseen allergens come in with me.
Bronchioles twitch and trap me in,
And you shall be tall and frogged up, lips of blue,
High on the bed you gasp for me.
Inhaler me... into your lungs.

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

My Callie

Callie's riding round the house on her blades
That she purchases at her first yard sale
Such a frugal shopper she is
...just like her grandma was.

Laney's running 'round the house
With a smile on cheek to cheek
Her speech is quite impressive
...just like her mother's is.

Jordan's lying on the couch in the basement
Playing the Wii and watching ESPN
He pretty laid back that way
...just like his father.

Myles is sleeping in his new crib
Worn out from all his playing.
Play, play, play, play, play, play
...just like 9 monthr's do.

Crystal is our shopping for Callie's party
Because tomorrow is Callie's 1st Communion
Can't believe she's that OLD already seems time flies so fast.

I'm sitting here writing this poem
Listening to the laughter of my two girls
Enjoying happy times at home
...just as good dad's do I suppose

Worked all night last night at Shoreline
And Jordan's game was out of town
So his dad stayed up, and he stayed up
...and so his eyes now burn

And so the dad cracks a Natural Ice
And he enjoys the cool, refreshment
As he searches his mind for the right words
to use in this frivolous poem.

It's raining outside so here we sit
Now Callie and Laney are in the tubby
Myles still asleep, and Jordan silent downstairs
A peaceful night here on the home front


Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Crying! He hears crying

Cring!  He hears crying.
It's Myles!  It's Myles who's crying
He's awake!  He's crying 'cause he's awake!
He wants out!  He's getting angry now!
I can hear the visciousness in his cry.
He wants me to stop whatever I'm doing
to cater to HIS needs
That's the way he is, my Myles.
Crying!  Still Cyring! 
He wants out!
So now I have to stop typing
and cater to my little boy's needs


Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Two brothers in a tubby

Two brothers in a tubby
Splashing and splashing,
and laughing and laughing
Two brother's in a tubby

Fast forward 35 years
Two sisters in the tubby
Slashing and splashing,
and laughing and laughing
Two sisters in a tubby

Fast forward 35 years

Two siblings in the tubby
Splashing and splashing
and laughing and laughing
Two siblings in a tubby

Who will they be?


Wednesday, June 1, 2011

The outsider says

The outsider says:
If the alarm goes off
and you're not ready to wake
.......get up anyway

The outsider says:
If someone asks how you're doing
and you're feeling gloomy
......say, "I feel great!"

The outsider says:
If it makes you feel
........don't do it.

The outsider says:
It's better to have
an awkward moment
.....than to say something stupid

The outsider says:
If you don't like the feel
of the tux
.........wear a t-shirt

The outsider says:
If party preparation
stresses you out out instead

The outsider says:
If your job's no fun
and stresses you out
.......get a new one

The outsider says:
If you don't want to sing
at the birthday party
....stand behind the singers

The outsider says:
If your kids are screaming
for no reason at all
...... use your selective hearing

The outsider says:
If picking up after kids
is wearing you out
......get used to it.

The outsider says:
If you don't wanna go to your son's game
'cause you tired and worn
.......go and enjoy it.

The outsider says:
If you squabble with your wife
and she stresses you out it out dummy

The outsider says:
If you wanna keep a bad situation
from becoming a major mess
....stick to your principles

The outsider says:
Look outside the paradigm
or simply outside the box
....for more solutions

The outsider says:
Everyone else does it
the same as everyone else
....just because

The outsider says:
Be an observer
and a free thinker see what they don't

The outsider says:
Find it inside yourself
And be yourself
....because you can



Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Please listen! Please listen!

Please listen!  Please listen!  I have something to say.
There's no point in making plans now, the goals I sought are done
The days are short, the end is near, the sun is quickly dropping
All loose ends tied, all wounds are healed, the stairs are set for walking
But then Thump! Thump! Thump!
Dribbling, frothy drops of red
Like on my cheek the reaper rides
Riding steady ahead.

Please listen!  Please listen!  Do not leave this room!
Listen you -- for you I share my faith -- for you I've lived this long,
for you my stories and thoughts wait -- for you I'm set for talking,
For you He calls, the faithful one, to hear the Angels singing,
My Johnny!  My Johnny!
Come sit here by my bed
Don't tell me there is no time
Because you're riding steady ahead.

My Johnny did not listen, his heart yearns for my song
My Johnny does not feel my pulse, which once was beating strong,
Old stories tucked deep and bound, never ever to get out,
As regret sets, his  mind sails, seething lots to think about,
Posturing happens, and breathing stops!
And stories that once bled,
Wake up in my Johnny's mind,
Riding steady ahead.


Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Thump! Thump! Thump! -- Gurgle! Gurgle! Gurgle!
Bust the vessels -- through tubes -- suctioned copious green,
Inside the somber room, filled with friends and family,
Into the past where those gathered are reminiscing;
He looked like his brother's twin -- that likeness no longer with the old patient.
Yes his long-time wife did seem peaceful, talking about him and holding his hand,
So neat I feel as his heart pounds -- I put my yankaur down.

Thump! Thump! Thump! --Gurgle! Gurgle! Gurgle!
Into the battle of D-Day -- where scenes of battle humbled his soul,
Back home he met a girl he carried on roller blades, hand in hand, round and round and round,
He maintained used cars by day -- no Chevy's or clunkers -- would he buy or sell.
Six kids walking and talking, six found their ways into this world,
Here they all are, all talking. Here the kids are thinking about dad,
The drip, drop dripping, beeping lines, heart rhythm slows way down.

Thump! Thump Thump! -- Gurgle! Gurgle! Gurgle!
He squeezes my hand -- he opens his eyes and smiles
Such short time we've known -- became more than just a patient,
Rick loved the old man gurgling on death's bed,
Yet not a sorrow's cry was heard, even with Cheyne Stoke's breathing,
The man was a hero in the minds of those surrounding his bed, even me,
So strong his legacy will live on -- I put his eyelids down.