TOMORROW IS THE BEST DAY

Every day is sweeter than the day before,
Every day I love life a little bit more.
Starting with eye raising exercises,
Making my eyes look full of surprises.
Leaping out of bed, (o.k. If I’m honest instead)
I crawl out and sometimes bump my head.
I stumble down the hall, holding on to the wall,
Realize I’m getting shorter than ever, I’m growing small.
Saying, Parkinson’s Disease, you ain’t got me yet!
I mumble a few other words like….oh I forget,
But it’s still a beautiful day, and nothing’s in my way,
There are Tigers (lilies) and Lions (dandelions)
A whole world full of animals, wild, and free,
Living with gusto just like me, don’t you agree?
Sooner or later I might take a swim,
I might wait until the ocean is filled to the brim.
Splash around in water trying not to sink.
Wondering where’s my woman? She’s my missing link.
But I manage to survive another fine day
With God’s abundant love packed around my solitary life,
And just maybe I could have survived a wife.
I remember to count the stars shimmering silver on black,
They remind me there’s nothing I need and nothing I lack.
But just in case I forgot even one little thing,
There’s always tomorrow to add to my list
One more time to kiss or be kissed,
Tonight when I bow down to pray,
I’ll say ,Lord, I’m ready but I need one more day.
P.S.
And Lord, I have three more blogs to write
And three more books, no, not tonight,
I’m writing about you, and I need more time.
There’s a few poems also with a little rhyme.
And I haven’t seen Sri Lanka, Moscow, or Idaho,
Your world is beautiful, you put on a show.
Yes, I’m finished with your world. I’d like to show it.
It’ll slow me down in the ground.
But it’ll take time BECAUSE I’m a poet.

May 24,2017

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COLLABORATION

COLLABORATION (MEDICAL version)

So many people with numerous degrees,
Acknowledgements, honors and pedigrees,
Each contributing with all they do,
Unselfish and willing, just like you.
Climbing and wending their way to the top,
Gaining a life-long education that will never stop.
Research rewarded by new found cures,
Insatiable curiosity that will always endure.
All are determined to become the very best
At their own specialties, beyond the rest.
They work as teams though miles apart,
Connected by love, working heart to heart.
Not at the expense of others they’ve joined along the way,
Instead, locking arms and reaching above yesterday.
In unison they march, pushing barriers aside,
Creating new tomorrows, prejudices denied.
The future promises more to those that share,
Their resources combined offer superior care.
United they stand in all that they do,
Unselfish and willing, just like you.
Not just for the moment but for always,
Providing patients with longer and better days.
Many qualified specialists linked by their expertise,
Means patients are the winners in conquering disease.

May 13, 2017

A LAMB WITH GOLDEN FLEECE

A LAMB WITH GOLDEN FLEECE

And lo, I saw a lamb with golden fleece,
Asking for reason, pleading for peace.
I asked my friends, “What does this mean?”
No one could describe what they’d never seen.
The lamb’s eyes were bleeding, swollen and raw,
There must be danger in something she saw.
From the mountains came a man from the East,
With a fierce countenance, and the mark from the beast.
The man asked, “What would it take for a war to start?”
He saluted and said, “I’m ready to blow this world apart!”
I thought about that as I traveled towards the sun,
He was right. The world’s troubles have just begun.
It only takes one crazed leader to light the fuse.
He could be already well-known and all over the news.
The lamb was quiet and then she said,
“Why do you ignore me? Do you wish to be dead?
Three large countries are ready to expand,
Where will they get their new-found land?
Will they destroy the people who live there now?
Will you defend the weak and helpless somehow?
The rules of war say be cautious, you can’t use gas,
Or other weapons of destruction, the threats will pass.
But I know your hearts,” the lamb said sadly.
“Nuclear bombs will be used, and the war will end badly.”
I could see in her eyes how the war would unfold,
Countless men lying on the ground, lifeless and cold.
And the deaths will include mothers, daughters and sons,
No one will be safe until the carnage is done.
There is one final chance for the world to have peace.”
She walked into the sunset in a blaze of golden fleece.
But I heard her words of wisdom coming from high above,
I listened then and thought she said, “It’s all about love.
We must speak up now. Every person must have a voice.
It’s now or never. We have no other choice!”

I’m only a poet trying to make sense of what I see.
I’m not ready for Armageddon and I hope you agree,
We can learn to share the world; it’s not too small for me.
We can’t ignore it much longer unless it’s meant to be.
May 15, 2017

ZIP

He was a little man
And his friends called him “Zip”.
I thought it was because he was small,
Or because he was constantly dodging cars.
But that wasn’t the case at all.
Wanting to be tall,
He had a peculiar habit of jumping up,
And coming down, almost without touching
the ground.
He bounced like he was on a trampoline,
Suddenly I would see his head,
And then not, then again in a different spot.
I thought maybe he was a zipper, up and down,
But I was wrong again. He was called Zip
because he would zip in and out of a crowd,
Keeping his sense of directions on track.
Once when he he missed his corner
He was too proud to admit he was lost,
And too frugal to pay the cost
Of a cab.
Zip became my friend, and we often talked as we walked,
About topics important to him. He asked,
“Was the world getting smaller or taller?”
He was losing his bounce,
And he worried he had gained an ounce.
“Not to worry,” I said.
“Your heart is getting bigger instead.
You might be small but you are making the world
A better place,
You don’t take up much space,
And you always have a smile on your face.”

I wish more people had a little zip when they walked,
And were happy when they talked.
Zip inspired me.
Now, he’s my best friend,
And I want to be more like him.
He will someday have a place in the sky.
I’ll call him the “Little Zipper.”

April 25, 2017

WEATHER FORECAST

WEATHER FORECAST

The maples are dressed in crimson robes,
The oaks in various hues.
Cold winds are whipping through the trees,
Beneath the skies of blue.
You don’t say you care for me.
Just three words would suffice.
My life is empty without your love,
Your silence is colder than ice.
Mornings are brutal without love.
I dread to face the day.
Icy stares slice my heart,
Leaving destruction along the way.
In my dreams, you still need me.
Bitterness and bile long forgot.
The weather forecast calls for snow,
But my heart yearns for hot.

April 17, 2017

WAITING FOR ACTION

I’m brave sometimes and I mingle with a crowd,
Even if it becomes too rambunctious or too loud.
I’m not crazy so why do I listen to politicians
Who promise the moon and tell everyone to sacrifice?
If they followed their own advice,
That would suffice,
And I would listen.
I am a trouble-maker for sure,
I dare to raise funds for cures
For diseases like cancer.
So why do I ask
For all to do a task?
How can I help make this world a better place,
If I urge others to a faster pace
And only use words?
My words are sometimes silent,
But waiting for action.
For action speaks louder than words.

March 25, 2017

Older

Another birthday, hip, hip, hooray!
I get to face another fine day.
A birthday cake I make for myself,
If I want to blow out candles
That have been hiding on the shelf.
I’ll be careful not to burn my house down
All the candles represent all I’ve found,
The truths about love and hate
My life I’ve denied and blaimed it on fate.
one candle for others I’ve hurt on the way
Another for loved ones, too many to say.
Candles for all the debts I need to pay.
A giant cake, with candles galore,
My heart is melting, and yet there is more.
Another birthday, and I’m all alone,
Wait! Is someone calling on the phone?
Someone’s knocking on my door,
It seems my life is not quite as bad,
I still have friends and I’m not so sad.
Another birthday to cheer and celebrate,
But I don’t want to leave it up to fate.
Tomorrow I’ll visit family and my friends,
Get out of my house and make amends.
Everything I have is more than I need
I’ll share with others and plant the seeds
Of love and hope.
Another birthday? one more way
To love others and make their day.
.

GRANDPA

He sat there rocking back and forth,
Ruminating about the past,
Wondering how it had gone so fast.
“I never realized that this old hickory chair
Would always be here.
This old chair was around
When Alice and I settled down.
She was my queen until Mildred came to town.
‘Mildred?’ She was my mail order bride,
I couldn’t have chosen a finer woman.
Alice waited patiently outside.
‘Alice? Oh yes, Alice. Alice was my favorite.
Mildred was jealous for awhile
But she realized we couldn’t get work done
Without that mule.
Mildred wasn’t a fool.
My first kiss,
I hope you get all this.
It was something special.
But those times are long gone
And I don’t go to town alone.
Now there’s just you and me
And this old rocking chair of hickory.
Enjoy your time, boy,
And take a moment to ruminate
Before it’s too late.”
Grandpa and me don’t talk much anymore.
I don’t understand his life,
And I’m not sure if he had a wife.
But I just try to be near
If he has something he wants me to hear.

ANOTHER DAY

I’ve been given another day
To work,love, or waste it away.
It’s my choice
And there’s no pressure
from any source.
Should I undo any wrongs I’ve done?
I’ll never fill my bucket
With good deeds.
So why the bonus day,
When I see others more likely
To do good?
There are doctors, lawyers,
Mechanics, Ordinary guys,
Who serve others without asking why.
So why am I given this bonus day?
What makes me special?
I have no answers that suffice,
But my heart is warm and will melt
Any ice
That I encounter today.
Hello, welcome to my world.
There’s always room for another friend.
Tomorrow, I’ll love and laugh
And welcome another day
If one should happen to come my way.