Imagine if there were a coffee
That energized you twice as well
And was also completely free…
Sounds like an easy sell!
I have such a solution for you
If my secret you can keep:
My secret coffee replacement brew
Is called “eight hours of sleep”.
Tag Archives: Life
Unfortunately It Requires Planning And Discipline, And Doesn’t Taste Like Pumpkin Spice
Filed under Poems
Not All Similes Are Created Equal
Life is like an avocado
In the metaphorical sense that it’s
Kinda bumpy on the surface
And, if you go deep, it’s the pits,
It’s got a bunch of healthy fat
And more phosphorous than you’d expect
And probably lots of other dots
ThatI’ve yet to connect.
Filed under Poems
But If You Order Now, You Can Get Both!
If you have a form of ‘tism
It may be a blessing or flaw
Depending on whether its “nepo”
Or more on the spectrum of “au”.
Filed under Poems
Effort Is Returning…
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.
Filed under Poems
Effort Is For Those Who Sleep
Roses are red,
My life is busy.
Good night, and may all
Of your sodas be fizzy.
Filed under Poems
Life = Short
Everything is fatal
If you do it long enough.
That’s why I sit on the couch
And write poems and stuff.
Filed under Poems
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?
Filed under Poems
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.
Filed under Poems
The Daily Travesty 