Time flying quickly.
Resting, recharging, peaceful.
Time to take a nap.
Month: April 2021
Fall in Spring
I was rearranging my plants.
In my lucky sweat pants.
That’s not really my point.
I’ve wounded another joint.
It’s Spring and lovely as can be,
But I fell and tweaked my knee.
Watching my new plants stand tall,
And I’m wondering if I can crawl.
Everything is still locked down,
We’re just remaining in town.
Otherwise, I’d be on a ship,
But I still had my Spring Break trip.
Friday
The future is no longer bleak.
We made it through another week.
Wednesday, I wouldn’t bet this way.
And yet, tomorrow’s Saturday.
Two days to rest and recoup.
Time for salads and for soup.
That was a joke, people.
Time for pizza and sundaes.
A lot of meetings passed me by.
I went to them all, and did not cry.
I learned a lot and stored it away.
It’s all forgotten by next Monday.
Dinnertime
Katie is a lovely dog
She knows that she is mine.
She only has one tiny fault.
She cannot tell the time.
Katie knows that dinner time
Is every night at seven.
So, she starts her dinner whine
At six-ten or six-eleven.
Sometimes, this will work.
I will feed them early.
Katie learned that dinner time
Arrives some nights prematurely.
Katie knows that dinner time
Is every night at six-fifteen
So, she starts her dinner whine
At five-thirty, six or in-between.
Once the whining has commenced,
She never tends to drop it.
Only puppy food in quantity
Seems to make her stop it.
Katie knows that dinner time
Is sometime after four.
So, she starts her dinner whine
Sometime the day before.
The one part of my dear Kate
That never needs explaining.
She only has two speeds in life,
Sound asleep and loud complaining.
Oncor Haikus
Notes from the author: Woke up this morning, having trouble breathing. Looked up to check the time, and my projection clock was out. That’s when I realized my breathing issues were because my CPAP was not running. Took off my mask, and watched as the ceiling fan spun slowly to a stop. The power is out again.
Warmness engulfs me.
Ceiling fans no longer run.
Power out again.
Bleeding quietly.
I was shaving in the dark.
Blades of danger.
Messages flowing.
Oncor status emails sent.
Email needs Internet.
Living in darkness.
My world is in the shadows.
I am powerless.
Rocky’s Bargain
Would you like some extra hair?
I have plenty.
I can share.
I would like a tasty snack.
Can I give you hair
And get food back?
It’s seems you have my hair.
You can keep it.
I don’t care.
So, food – a small amount?
The hair is free.
Put the food on account.
Sailing
I want to sail the ocean blue.
The open waves that we once knew.
Alone at last and feeling free.
I can’t, because the CDC.
Wuhan has some poison labs.
WHO first blamed the bat kebabs.
But the CDC has some key tips.
Disease is caused by cruising ships.
Easter Celebration
A long time ago,
Jesus was our Paschal Lamb.
He was Jewish,
And yet we all eat ham.
Writer’s Block
I had a great idea.
I even had a rhyme.
This was a brilliant poem.
It ran in 4/4 time.
I was in the midst of writing.
I had it all, no doubt.
I started on the third stanza.
And the Internet went out.
No worries.
I have it in my head.
I can wait until it’s back.
But my Internet is dead.
I’m off to find a notebook,
And a pencil or a pen.
I don’t want to lose this moment,
And AT&T is down. Again.
Sideways
My life is going sideways.
I know that sounds banal.
If you find your life is sideways,
Don’t drive in a canal.
I just saw a lovely woman.
I mean, she was really hot.
Two years ago, I’d ask her out.
Now, it’s “Have you had your shots?”