Raining Tears

This was my attempt to make sad people feel better and let them know (in my opinion) that even the dead are sad when they depart from us, just as we are sad when they pass. It would explain why the weather men can never seem to get the forecast correct!

Raining Tears

The hardest thing in life to bear

Is when a loved one dies

The mortal clay to ground returns

The spirit home does fly

Those left behind to sorrow bear

They think they are alone

But tears are shed along they way

By those to heaven flown

In heaven only joy is known

We with our Father dwell

But I know when from life we pass

The soul with tears will swell

Our thoughts are filled with anguish for

The words we did not say

And all the love we did not share

With our families everyday

So as you cry your sorrow out

In shape of bitter tears

Remember that the one who’s gone

Is not so far from here

When to our thoughts a loved one comes

Alive or dead they be

If you could look upon their face

It’s tears that you would see

9 Months to Life

One of my personal favorites. It is chalk full of wit, wisdom, satire, imagery, and simple old fashion plain truths. The title "9 Months to Life" is intregal to the body of the poem...

We would be lost without the double and triple meanings.

It works on so many levels for me.

9 Months to Life

I just received the verdict

The sentence handed down

I’m not sure if I’m innocent

Or guilty have been found

But there is no mistaking what

My wife just said to me

My name will soon be daddy

As she’s got some pregnancy.

Sour Cream

I have often said... "If you must cry over spilt milk... at least make sure that it has not soured first!"

Speaking of spilt milk, I once witnessed a very elegant, demur, and seemingly calm lady grab her daughter by the hair and lift her out of her chair after she had accidentally spilled milk at the dinner table.

I have always wondered how much that cost this mother in her relationship with her daughter... and if it would be worth doing again, even if milk cost as much as a bar of gold.




Sour Cream


When milk has spilled into your lap, and you feel the need to cry
Before you grab a rag or mop, breathe deep… give this a try
Lean down a bit and take a whiff, to make sure that your not
Wasting your tears far better spent, on curds which have begun to rot

Before you cry over milk that’s spilt, or a tragedy in life so small
Step back and check the smell of things, before the tear drops fall
For oft the things in life we feel, are worthy of a cry
Turn into things of equal use, when churned and left to dry

Sometimes the milk in life that’s spilt, is already going bad
And if we stop and think it through, it’s not worth it getting mad
This rule of life that milk can teach, should be used, both far and wide
And when we’re faced with bigger things, calm feelings with you will abide

Heaven Waits

This was written for a co-worker whose father passed away last week.

Heaven Waits

Heaven waits for those who stand

For all that’s right and good

Heaven waits for those who’ve done

The things in life they should

Heaven waits for father’s dear

Who answered every call

Heaven waits for selfless men

Who gave the world their all

Heaven’s gates are opened wide

For righteous men on earth

The roads are paved with golden glow

For those who’ve proved their worth

Loving arms await the few

Who heed the Masters call

And walked upright for all their days

And stood so very tall

Heaven waits for you and I

And one day we will see

That death is not the end of life

We go on eternally

And one day when our time has come

To face the end of time

We’ll find ourselves with those we love

With a feeling so sublime

I was Wrong

In keeping with the theme of my last post, here is one I wrote about my wife.
I waited until I was 28 to find my bride. That is a long time when you are actively seeking companionship for 7 years. It is also a very long time when family and friends (especially my mother) were watching the clock for me.
But as the poem will show, sometimes love has to grow. My wife is 10 years younger than me and had to come of age as it were. I also had to grow up and understand that the superficial things that I was seeking are not the important things to a lasting marriage. To say the least I was a typical man looking for what I thought that I wanted. Turns out that "I was wrong!"

I Was Wrong

I want a dark haired beauty (She is sandy blond)

With form to please the eye (Male obsolescent ideas of perfection)

I want her short in stature (5' 9")

And one that does not cry (My mom used tears to manipulate... Unintentionally)

I've wanted this for quite sometime (Since my teens)

I've waited far too long (7 years)

My mother said "This is not right!" (She wanted more grandkids)

For me to wait is wrong (She would have settled for many other girls I dated)

But now I know the reason (Took me a while)

My love had yet to grow (When I started looking at age 21 she was only 11 years old)

The things my nature wanted (Natural man)

Now on my list are low (They actually went away)

Her hair is the wrong color Lighter than I wanted)

But looks... Beyond compare (See photo)

Her form is shaped by children (5 bundles of joy)

She cries more than her share (She is a gusher)

When seeking our companions (Unsolicited advice begins)

There's more than meets the eye (The eyes do deceive)

You need to look much deeper (Into their soul)

And only ask me why (I give great advice)

The reasons that I love her? (Now I get to cry)

They're simple as can be (If you are not blinded as I was)

I know that she was chosen (God answers prayers)

To love a guy like me! (I am the lucky one to have found her!)

Three Little Words

I love play on words, twisting words and hiding the meaning of my poems until the last second. I also like trying to capture the essence of the situations and moments that we find ourselves in each and every day.

This is an example of what I and so many other men feel like and fight against... Right before we get it right!

I know the words 

you want to hear

I feel them deep inside

And yet, my love 

From you my dear

I feel the need to hide

A man you see 

Is tough and brave

And raised to be real strong

It's hard for me 

to say these words

I love you...

"I was wrong!"