Poems to Share

Look, there’s nothing new to write about.
There’s always a story you can do without.
We can always dream up a total freak-out.
Or pointless news reports that leave you in doubt.
Wasted stories on paper you never want to printout.
Lack of new material and you are in another drought.
There’s always the story no one wants to hear about.
How about views that always have radioactive fallout?
The critic’s review in the paper about dining out.
We can do without those pen jockeys too far out.
Of course, every author wants to create a knockout.
Please, please just let your words be well thought-out.

Middle of the night and there’s lines to write.
Will it be a worthy creation before first light.
Write it down because lines repeat in your mind.
Read it later, there’s a treasure you may find.
Dreams and visions and who knows what next.
Before you know it, there’s poetry in your text.
Sleepy inspiration for the next line in your verse.
Perhaps from a dream that you can never rehearse
Writing for fun or with a serious point to make,
Creativity, when you dream or almost awake.
Back to bed, need more sleep, close your eyes.
Dreams for another verse before your rise.

Chicago weather forecast, a moving target at best.
Always observing the winds coming from the west.
Partly sunny, partly cloudy, what’s the call today?
Can’t you feel the rain clouds moving this way?
Out the window, I see the skies turning grey.
So what does the latest model forecast say?
Which model forecast will be correct?
What does your weather radar detect?
Rain or snow, always  a few degrees apart.
Weather forecast, a science that can be an art.
Remember, if you have a schedule to arrange,
Chicago weather is always subject to change.

For the last four years, I have posted this on Memorial Day. If you have those dear to you serving , I hope they are safe. For all those that serve or have served, thank you.

Memorial Day, are there lost friends to fondly remember?
Someone special who was an Armed Forces member.
We honor our lost soldiers with parades and songs,
They journeyed the world to battle evil and wrongs.
Do we value the freedom we have because of those that serve.
They faced foreign elements with courage and nerve.
Sometimes we wonder what will history say,
About the wars and conflicts we fought today.
We cover many a coffin with red, white and blue,
Trying to honor fallen heroes with their due.
We never take for granted the rights and freedoms we enjoy,
Those freedoms are ours, because of many a soldier girl or boy.

Fifty five years ago, Susan became my wife.
There is no way she couldn’t be in my life.
Tears of joy and some sadness to share along the way.
Wedding posts to share make it seem like yesterday.
The generations before us gave us lessons to learn.
The generations that follow us are now our concern.
Sometimes, to make the other laugh, you play the clown.
Always there for the other, when a hurt takes one down.
Pulling for the home team, reading and always dining out,
Movies to watch, trips to take, it’s the life we are all about.
Children and grandchildren, there are always stories to tell.
Fifty five years later, there is still much love in this magic spell.

Florence and Pearl were so different but alike in the bond and love they shared with family. Either very vocal or quiet and watching, you just knew that they had your back at all times. Mother’s Day in a few days and thinking of both of these loving mothers.

I remember my mother and my mother in law.
Family love, they had the best you ever saw.
Sometimes, just a look and you know what they meant.
They have that talent when there’s a message to be sent.
Maybe it’s their child’s voice that a mother hears.
Never be surprised at what reaches her ears.
No matter what you did or truly deserved,
A hot meal was always waiting to be served.
A warm hug, a loving smile, a kiss on the cheek.
They are all yours, every day in the any week.