When you’re sitting in the dark,
The disbelievers head for the door.
The faithful wait with their lighters.
Some time soon, comes the Oncor.
Category: Blind John Ellsworth
Secret Santa Blues
Food?
AIDS.
Medicine?
West NIle Virus.
Money?
Ebola.
I hope we don’t get Africa
In the gift exchange again.
Sometimes
Sometimes you’re soft,
Sometimes you’re tough.
You’re always doing your best,
Sometimes, that’s just not enough.
Your parents will love you,
They’ll try to make you a man.
Sometimes, they just scar you,
By doing the best that they can.
Sometimes, you’re happy,
Sometimes, you’re hurt.
Just keep trying to reach higher,
Sometimes, you’ll rise from the dirt.
Your friends will support you,
They all stand by your side.
Sometimes, you’re alone,
Since they’ve decided to hide.
Sometimes, you’re working,
Sometimes, you’ll play.
Just do what you believe in,
Sometimes, it will finally pay.
Hidden Messages
Heard about a poet.
English chap, I’m told.
Left messages in poems.
Protected in simple code.
Many failed to find them.
Years went by until he passed.
Why no one ever saw them.
I never thought to ask.
First, I thought “Too clever”.
Everyone missed the clues.
Perhaps, nobody listened.
Only husbands have the blues.
I’m sure someday they’ll find him.
Somewhere in the fields.
Only time will tell, I guess.
Never drop your shields.
Even when you think it’s safe,
Don’t ever be too sure.
Many men have gone before.
Ever thinking they’re secure.
Murder By Reason of Poetry
Katie
You have a big ol’ belly,
And you’re kinda smelly.
You remind me of Mom.
Murphy
You seem kinda bitchy,
And you’re always itchy.
You remind me of Mom.
Rocky
You’re a wee bit lazy,
And you’re kinda crazy.
You remind me of Mom.
Ripley
You’re always nappin’,
And your gums are flappin’.
You remind me of Mom.
You know where this is leading,
I’m lying here bleeding.
Just for singing this song.
(Don’t ever sing silly songs to your dogs. It can get you killed. Apparently.)
Summer in Dallas
It’s summer in Dallas,
I’m melting inside.
It’s over 100,
There’s no place to hide.
It’s summer in Dallas,
Ice cream man with a scoop.
By the time you start eating,
It’s chocolate mint soup.
It’s summer in Dallas,
It’s too hot for clothes.
Either draw all the shutters,
Or give the neighbors a pose.
It’s summer in Dallas,
Stay off of the street.
We’ll head north to Plano,
To get out of the heat.
It’s summer in Dallas,
Sun’s burning my head.
It’s too hot for coffee,
So I’m staying in bed.
Freedom
Guest post from @PsychoPupRocky
Racing around on Mom’s new floors.
It’s faster since there are no doors.
The dining room was out of bounds,
But now it’s part of our rounds.
I’m trying to hit a new max speed,
Since Katie’s always in the lead.
After days just sitting in my crate,
Freedom really does feel great.
Katie chasing Murphy and me,
Just be careful not to step in pee.
Forgotten
I wonder what I had to say.
A clever thought, the other day.
I know it even had a rhyme.
I wonder what it was that time?
I should’ve made a note or two.
Since now I haven’t got a clue.
It is my one lost masterpiece.
It may have been on dogs or geese.
Geese?
It rhymed.
An Atheist Goes to Heaven
I feel my eyes closing,
Dim goes the light.
It’s time to just fade
Quietly into the night.
The is the final step.
I will enter the Void.
My life is completed.
I’m slightly annoyed.
Inner peace and silence
Are all that I can sense.
Around me, nothingness,
Except a rather large fence.
It’s not really a fence,
It’s more like a big gate.
It’s painted pearly white.
So I’ll take the bait.
A robed guy is standing
With a halo and iPad.
He’s checking off names.
Each has a box: Good or Bad.
I’m not liking the looks of this.
My name was marked Good.
How in God’s name did that happen?
What happened to the Void?
In God’s name. Oops.
I was handed a white robe,
I’m heading off into the light.
I’m not annoyed that I was wrong,
But that my wife may have been right.
I’m not playing a damn harp.
uVerse Blues
Thank you for calling AT&T,
Your system’s going up and down I see.
The trouble may be on your end,
Please reboot and try again.
Rebooting didn’t fix the pain?
Perhaps you should reboot again.
We could try to send someone to you
It’s Monday now, would Thursday do?
We replaced the modem you have inside,
So the problem must have moved outside.
We could try to send an outside guy,
How about Sunday – time does fly.
I tried to call to check the line.
It’s down, so you didn’t answer in time.
You’ve moved to the end of the queue.
Eventually, we’ll get to you.
Your phone calls have all begun to fail,
Your Internet is slower than the US mail,
We’re sure you’ll survive without TV,
And thanks for calling AT&T.