Thursday, 30 April 2009

Some Folks Say

Some folks say, and some will disagree
what's true for you, may not be true for me
from what I've seen, of what is shown
and what I've gleaned, from what is known
we draw our own conclusions, naturally.

Some folks say I'm simple in my mind
childlike, gee thanks, you're all too kind
tongue in cheek, I'm kind of mean,
a rotten streak lies in between
the butt of jokes, whose heart was left behind.

Some folks say 'you're better off alone'
sleep in late, and don't pick up the phone
I say nay, it's better still
to sweeten up that bitter pill
and find yourself a lover of your own.

Some folks say my mood swings are severe
much less though, when drowning in my beer
I say nay, and here I am,
up and down and round again
life's a ride, don't hide, the Lord is near.

Some folks say poem is just a song
lyrics without melody, which beg to sing along
I say nay, le ding without
le dong leaves more to think about
and in the end, my friend, shalom shalong.

Wednesday, 29 April 2009

Games for when we are OLDER

1. Sag, you're It.
2. Hide and go pee.
3. 20 questions shouted into your good ear.
4. Kick the bucket
5. Red Rover, Red Rover, the nurse says Bend Over.
6. Musical recliners.
7. Simon says something incoherent.
8. Pin the Toupee on the bald guy

Thursday, 2 April 2009

Brand New Budget Inspirations Blues

Got the brand new budget inspiration blues
I'm gonna spend my money
any old way I choose
come the first
I'll pay the rent
Lord knows that money's heaven sent
and anyway you add it up
you just can't lose
when you're payin with
the brand new budget
Inspiration Blues...

Got into an accident last week
Bust my craw
wired my jaw
now I can hardly speak
I don't care about the wreck
I'm waitin on that insurance check
but that Chevy I plowed into ain't no hit and run
cuz I'll be payin out the yin yan till it's 1991.


the heartbroken fireside blues

What can you say
out there in the fog
in want of your old flame

you burnt your last log.

The memories are hot
the pain you remember
beneath all the ashes
that last glowing ember.

Don't bother to fan it
there's no fuel to burn
let it go out
save the ash for the urn.

Turn your attention
to the wood
that needs chopping
do something worthwhile

like sweeping and mopping

Sweep out the soot
and mop up your tears
clean out the attic
let go of your fears

Put on the blues
then something upbeat
get on your warm clothes
walk out to the street

Follow it down
to the steaming creek bed
the mineral water
is something it's said

Melts away saddness
and heats up your head
without all the smoke
without all the dread

Don't need a fire
the water is good
cleans away everything
and better than wood

The Word is water
still living and true
all that you need
all that you do

Lie back in the warmth
pulled free from the mire
be free and be healed
and forever on fire