She says things
that you wish were true.
She does things
that disappoint you.
Her promises are not fake
but she forgets them
once she gets what she takes
from your selfless gem.
I wish I could trust her
but like her father before
I have learned not to put
faith in the “I promise..” store.
They never end.
There is always
another chore to do.
Even on days off
You still need to clean up
After whatever activity you do.
Maybe that is why
I have never liked cleaning days
because every day is cleaning day.
I feel nothing
come to mind.
No ideas.
No inspiration.
Nothing.
My mind is blank.
So, no poem today!
I remember spotting him
as I walked the kids
to and from school.
He was rounder and larger.
It took me awhile
but I finally figured out
he only had one leg.
To this day I sometimes wonder
what was that magpie’s story.
Feelings of discontent
Resonate with in me.
Where they came from?
What they mean?
I do not know.
All I know is that I am restless.
And that
Is never a good sign.
I am insignificant in this world.
I try to make sense of my purpose.
Yet, to this day
I know not what that is.
I want to be someone,
anyone!
Anyone but me.
I want to be known as more than someone
who everyone else has forgotten.
Driving down the road.
Yes, the light is green.
The cars in front of me have stopped.
Looking in the rearview mirror.
A truck dodges the rear end of my vehicle.
Only to drive up onto the curb.
Thank you for not hitting me.
But honking your horn
does not deflect the blame here sir.
You were speeding and changed lanes
without thinking.
So, no damage was done.
Have a nice day!
Looks so pretty.
Tastes so pure.
Innocence contained.
Trail of the stars.
Unofficial colour of boredom.
Refracts the light.
Merely a colour.
One that is associated
with both good and bad.
No one colour is superior to another.
Like the song says
Things will change
Her cold maybe gone
If I hold on
For one more day.
Or more likely
she’ll still be coughing
and told to stay home from school.
All Hallow’s Eve
was the night before Martin Luther
posted the condemnation
of Indulgences on the door
of the Catholic Church.
The practice of paying for sins
that had not happened yet
was his greatest despair.
He loved his God and merely wanted a Reformation
of the church he followed.
Yet like all great rebels
he knew
something had to be done.
So, instead of Reforming the Catholic Church
he ended up
helping Protestant churches to form.
That was one trick
he did not foresee.
