Save your money Stack it up And make it reach the sky Rake it in and Bake it up Into a money pie Bend a little Spend a little Not too much Here’s why Money isn’t everything Until you need to buy Jeff Burkhart’s “Rhyme and Reason”
Bus traveling down the road. Filled are the seats with a varied load. Moving home at the evening rush hour. Faces relaxed, happy, or dour. Two women talked of the day. Lost in the words that each would say. Behind them a rider known by one in the past, Parted by space and times growing […]
As I walk by the aisle of death and look at the body parts that are left Chopped, put up for sale. I see the local favorites: cows, chickens, and pigs. I wonder if they cried at their time of death.
Nouns and verbs, and all your prepositions too, adjectives, conjunctions, stir in a few – What am I gonna write about tonight? Deadline up ahead, don’t wanna be uptight. Add my favorite soup ingredients too, potato soup base, good-sized can of Niblets corn will add to the view. Fry up some bacon, drain it well, […]
A ray of light shone through a tree And spilled its warmth all over me I heard my whispering inner voices Tell me of my long made choices Turned me wrong and turned me right And made me pace the floors at night I am who I became because Of what I chose when I […]
From within a glow, Only we two know. The depth of warmth, Which held hands show. Dancing through life with me, My “Belle of the Ball”, And there to catch me, When, at times, I fall. My everything, So simple, some would say. Truth is truth, Night gives to day. She chose me, And lucky […]
A rainy day will beat a sunny day any day. I’ll tell the sun to go away. Splashing in a puddle, kids play! I like walking in the rain it’s entertaining. Forget the sunshine, I hold an umbrella and enjoy the rain show. The day is mine. Tomorrow, who knows?
Yes, it’s true, the old waterfront Naked Oyster collided with age and had something to say about it last week: Eve of Another Year Older It’s a weeping time: a Weeping for Joy for an extended loving family and friends who allowed me, nurtured or supported or laughed with me as we got this OLD […]
When I was young I’d force myself To leave beds where I laid To don my clothes and rush to work So one day I’d get paid The hour was always early And the sun had not yet risen It seemed that I was serving life In early riser’s prison In concert halls for rigging […]