Roses are still red,
My business is finished,
And now I will sleep
For my stress is diminished.
Violets are purple,
My stanzas are two,
And I hope that you have
A most peaceful night too.
Tag Archives: Life
Effort Is For Those Who Sleep
Roses are red,
My life is busy.
Good night, and may all
Of your sodas be fizzy.
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Life = Short
Everything is fatal
If you do it long enough.
That’s why I sit on the couch
And write poems and stuff.
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Evergreen
Evergreen tree beside the river
Where I swim when the Summer sun is high
Casting shadows o’er the picnic table
Filled with blessings just for her and I.
Evergreen tree upon the hilltop
While the red and golden leaves around you fall
Knowing snow will soon be heavy on your needles
Knowing heedless you’ll still be standing tall.
Evergreen tree in wildflowers
When sun returns to us in Spring
Dancing like a wisened older neighbor
To the song that little river starts to sing.
Evergreen tree sawed down for lumber
Not an end befitting of your glory
Until you become a bit of wall or table
A foundation of someone else’s story.
Will you watch that someone else throughout the seasons
And protect them from both the heat and chill
Like you watched the start of her and my united heart
Back when you were the guardian of that hill?
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The Career Ladder
I picked up a career ladder
To get ahead at work,
But wasn’t sure exactly what to do,
So I laid it on its side
Straddled o’er the chasm wide
Between the role of me and that of you.
With the ladder ‘cross the ridge
It became a sort of bridge,
But not one with stability in mind.
I walked across each rung,
Did my job, and held my tongue
And on the other side what did I find?
Well, I must be frank with you:
There was a very similar view
Of a gaping gap between the then and now
But I feel somewhat misled;
I’m no higher nor more ahead
And the ladder-maker won’t say why or how.
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Just Me?
Nothing says “Settle down tonight”
Like drinking a cup of tea
That you made ten hours ago
And then erased from your memory
Until now, when you sip its coldness
And enjoy its over-steeped flavor.
Yes, this is my evening’s pleasure
And my absent-minded savor.
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But Why?
Some artists create a work
With all their heart and soul,
Transforming blank to beauty,
Making pieces into whole
And then that piece sits waiting
As observers pass it by
And the artist sees them miss it
And his mind just wonders why.
Another artists makes a piece
He knows that he can sell.
He doesn’t mind its content
Or if he can make it well,
But watches as his doodads
Fetch a price he’d call too high
And on his bed of dollar bills
He’s also asking why.
I’m sure a middle artist
Is just making decent bits
To make an honest living
With his fifty-fifty hits
But it seems that feast and famine
Is the rule where art’s concerned
And no one yet can answer why
That’s how the tables turned.
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One Minute Before Murder
*Beeps*
Finds chair
Stands on chair
Falls of the chair
Gets back up again
Pries alarm off the wall
Puts new batteries in it
Replaces the smoke detector
Returns to bed at 3:00 AM
*Beeps*
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You Know A Guy…
No one will ever be recognized
For an honor they rightfully earned;
There’s a record that this person holds
For which they might be spurned,
Mocked, even berated,
But no one will know that they can.
This honor is the dubious record
For the world’s most forgettable man.
The books won’t remember his nothing.
The films won’t remember his lame.
His funeral will be unattended
For none will remember his name.
Maybe he’s already out there,
Anonymous, without a clue,
But if you keep just reading that Powerpoint
That person may just yet be you.
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The Best Medicine
Moreso than drugs or heart disease,
Moreso than any tumor,
Most tragedies in life are caused
By lacking a sense of humor.
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The Daily Travesty 