It's the last week of summer
Tough summer guys
'Til the very end
So happy today
Fall is coming
Bring on the Fall
I'm ready
Tuesday, August 27, 2013
Wednesday, August 21, 2013
Peet's New Friend
I had a friend like you
Sitting in the same spot
Every day with out end
With a book and a Racer 5
Irritable should anyone break his solitude
How can you be alone at the corner
bar where the regulars and degenerates meet?
Like you he had authoritative facial hair
In a zone much like you
I would show up once a week on Mondays
Crashing through his protective layer
Conversations of poets and philosophers
Conversations of JR Tolkien and Ray Bradbury
Conversations of his apathy towards his ex-wife's cat
Conversations of genealogy and his quest
of traveling across the country to continue his search
Agreeing not to bring up politics or religion
He was agnostic and a republican
One Monday he wasn't there
Went back Tuesday
Went back Thursday
Still missing
Where? Where is Hank?
Short time later he was gone
I miss those Mondays I so much looked forward to
Visits with an unconventional friend
He was a curmudgeon and me a positive force
Now there you sit
Always with a white hat
Newspaper in hand
Pleased by your presence
I wonder should I make a new friend?
I am afraid of rejection and the potential loss
of another unlikely friend
As I sit across the way
It just feels good to have you there
And today you asked, "How are You?"
A friendly greeting of hello
Finally an acknowledgement
Now you're on your way, escaping
While I was intent on writing this poem
I get a glimpse of you making your way down the walkway
Another person taking your chair
Looking forward to seeing you next time
My new Friend
Sitting in the same spot
Every day with out end
With a book and a Racer 5
Irritable should anyone break his solitude
How can you be alone at the corner
bar where the regulars and degenerates meet?
Like you he had authoritative facial hair
In a zone much like you
I would show up once a week on Mondays
Crashing through his protective layer
Conversations of poets and philosophers
Conversations of JR Tolkien and Ray Bradbury
Conversations of his apathy towards his ex-wife's cat
Conversations of genealogy and his quest
of traveling across the country to continue his search
Agreeing not to bring up politics or religion
He was agnostic and a republican
One Monday he wasn't there
Went back Tuesday
Went back Thursday
Still missing
Where? Where is Hank?
Short time later he was gone
I miss those Mondays I so much looked forward to
Visits with an unconventional friend
He was a curmudgeon and me a positive force
Now there you sit
Always with a white hat
Newspaper in hand
Pleased by your presence
I wonder should I make a new friend?
I am afraid of rejection and the potential loss
of another unlikely friend
As I sit across the way
It just feels good to have you there
And today you asked, "How are You?"
A friendly greeting of hello
Finally an acknowledgement
Now you're on your way, escaping
While I was intent on writing this poem
I get a glimpse of you making your way down the walkway
Another person taking your chair
Looking forward to seeing you next time
My new Friend
Monday, August 12, 2013
A Poem for Denise
Are you dead?
Not quite
My heart is stone cold
What life I have left
is mine to give
Flowers aplenty
White roses for my grave
Pink roses for summer smiles,
Just because
Letting go of what's behind
Moving forward,
is the hardest step
The Good Samaritan
is our example
to live our lives
My life is what it shouldn't be
I'm a fraction of what I used to be
Bring me flowers in the desert
Catch a butterfly
Shoot for the shooting stars
I shall return
I have returned
Peace be with you
Shalom
Not quite
My heart is stone cold
What life I have left
is mine to give
Flowers aplenty
White roses for my grave
Pink roses for summer smiles,
Just because
Letting go of what's behind
Moving forward,
is the hardest step
The Good Samaritan
is our example
to live our lives
My life is what it shouldn't be
I'm a fraction of what I used to be
Bring me flowers in the desert
Catch a butterfly
Shoot for the shooting stars
I shall return
I have returned
Peace be with you
Shalom
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