Thursday, December 11, 2014
Can I Sell Them the Brooklyn Bridge?
Monday, December 8, 2014
C. M. Punk Takes His Ball and Goes Home
Saturday, December 6, 2014
Time Past
Thursday, December 4, 2014
Fascination or Fixation?
Sunday, November 30, 2014
To Manage or to Lead?
Saturday, November 29, 2014
A Month of Writing - The Penultimate Collection!
Friday, November 28, 2014
Killed the Cat? No, The Cat Killed!
Thursday, November 27, 2014
Happy Thanksgiving!
Wednesday, November 26, 2014
Shiny Ball Syndrome? Or S(hiny) B(rain) D(etractor)?
Tuesday, November 25, 2014
It's a BIRD! It's a PLANE!!! (No, Really, She's Not Flying Cross Country on a Bird)
Monday, November 24, 2014
I'm No John Deacon!
The Daily Dark Side
Ineptitude of my colleagues;
One more two and a half hour
Road rage filled commute home;
Enduring additional insult
From those lacking manners
Or a clue;
At these times I find myself
Fantasizing about another option.
I dream of light gray sands
Speckled with shells and life,
The deep blue sea foaming at my feet.
I imagine the life I could have had
If only I had eschewed the rat race
And scurried instead to
A remote island that has nothing,
Nothing more than i need to live –
At the very least, a place to go
Where I can finally be alone.
Saturday, November 22, 2014
A Written Response
East by West
From humble beginnings
I learned a way of life
Much different than you
A slower pace to my day
Respect for others
An appreciation for grammar
An understanding of manners
An acceptance of the toil
That leads us to success
The eastern shore runs
Through my bloodlines
The winds of time
Carried me to the Pacific
A new world
A new life
A new beginning
With ethics engrained
A world without pause
A sense of self over community
Now an anomaly
For a “traditional” mindset
Enjoying an alternate ending
After such a trying start
And Release-
The most beautiful of
Them all
Yours was a power
Without parallel,
The most trusted
Advisor and contemporary.
The world beneath
Your feet,
As you soared high
On an Angel's wings.
Created for the sole purpose
Of betrayal and belligerence.
Released from your lofty height
Morningstar cast down to
Assume a new role,
The Devil of desire
Your undoing.
Thursday, November 20, 2014
Just Another Day....
Today's poetry prompt was to take "I'll Never _". So I did.
I’ll Never No
From the minute we first met
I have loved you with all my heart
I mentioned that first night
That I could see forever at your side
Time has been forced
To bear out my story to you
Your love blossomed and came to me
And the dance toward eternity ensued.
In every moment of our days
We are faced with the choices
That can divert us from our path.
Love is asking us all, “Do you still?”
I will never say no.
The Song remains the same
I never wanted to speak
Fom my Father’s voice,
“What is this crap you are
Listening to?
I remember when music was
Created by a band,
Not a computer.”
Each generation has their mantra
That remembers another time,
Another style and another tune.
That said, I can’t do it
The top 40 sounds like one
Long symphony of the same
To me.
Be it Nicki, Beyonce’ or Taylor
It all bleeds into a uniform tune.
I never wanted to be
Considered an elitist,
Nor would I consider myself
A connoisseur;
But II know what I like.
New music has beacons
Of hope,
But the popular ones
Come from a mold that
I cannot come around on.
Either I have become old
Enough to no longer appreciate
Or music has become trite enough
To no longer care.
An appreciation prompt for our day of thanks.....
Life grants us all many reasons for thanks
Many more rriches than what rests in a bank
A litany of joy delivered in brown bags
Oft forgotten by data on store tags
With the bleed of life from one day to the next
Intentions veiled behind an email or text
Emotions leave our hearts and minds vexed
Yearning for something to happen
Appreciate the simple moments in life
A simple night spent with a lover, alone
A call from mom at Christmas by phone
Cuddling by the blaze with a favorite tome
A wonderful forest of garnet majesties
A home filled with many aromatic cheeses
The best friend at work full of teases
A warm bubble bathe always pleases
Cherish the moments that come to you
Rejoice in the plethora of simple pleasure
Live with your eyes open to what is new,
While holding tight to what is your's forever.
A prompt for "_ News"
Breaking News
I don't know how to tell you
But, she is gone.
Physically, not yet
You still share a house.
Mentally; more of the same
Enough to get by,
But nothing more than
is necessary.
Spiritually,
Your souls never quite gelled,
Even though your lives
Became the same.
Emotionally,
She has left you at the
Bus station of solace.
No scheduled stops;
No forwarding address.
Flowers have flown,
And cake has been cut,
The buttons let loose
An hour ago.
Words given,
Hopes built,
Forever gleaming
In your eyes.
The din of music
Envelopes us;
Friends and family
Celebrate us;
We have become us.
On this day of love,
"I do," only hours old,
All I can think of is
How I want nothing more
Than to do it all again.
With each passing day,
I will live my vows
To you for always.