24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Hi. I just turned 50 and live in between Sacramento and Tahoe in Northern CA. I write stuff. All kinds of stuff. Different things for different reasons, at different times. Mostly just cuz. Sometimes for money. Sometimes volunteer work. Poems. Short stories. Commentary. Satire. News articles. Topics aplenty. This seemed like a good idea...soon we will know! Thanks to everyone involved in making this happen and participating.
I see that democracy is still awake
Puttering about
Coffee in hand
Eyes full of crust
The neighbors are suspicious
Watching it shuffle out the door
Grabbing a paper
It will never read
It used to make appearances
Glamorous and titillating
Now the kids are gone
And the make-up is off
And no one can remember
What it plans to do
As retirement age
Approaches
Maybe it will head
To a far off land
Take up residence
And paint
A future no one can see
Through the haze
And combustion
Of today’s whims
There once was a man from Nantucket
His roses were red, his violets were blue
He went up the hill to fetch a pail of water
And everywhere he went: lambs followed
He had a great fall
He had a great summer
But when he fell off the wall
That was a huge bummer
Poor Yorick!
Haven’t used WordPress in a few years so figured I better take it for a spin, as per suggestion on Ye Ole Board of Dash.
Bed time…sweet dreams everyone! May the Poetry Fairy visit you in the night!
Martin “Upward Dog” Webb