Thank You

Thank you to all those who have read my blog. Hopefully you have enjoyed reading something posted here. I know that some of the stuff is kind of dark, but hey that's life. If it was all roses and candy canes how would we know when to be happy or when to be sad.

No poetry this time, but I am posting some photos taken from my garden.

Enjoy your summer and try and stay cool....

Robert
2011

Spaghetti On The Wall

throw spaghetti on the wall
and see if it will stick
my mother taught me this
simple little trick
hit the nail upon the head
a straight not glancing blow
this is what my father said
a son should surely know
but what they didn't teach me was
about the people in the world
and places I would go
these are things I had to learn
alone and by myself
but through it all
I always knew pasta how to cook
and drive a nail without a crook
for this I'm very grateful


Robert
2011

Difficult To Explain

My heart is filled
with sadness, grief, and pain
from where it comes
is very hard to someone else explain
it comes not from the grass outside
nor flowers or the trees that bend
it comes not from the smiles of  those
few unkindered friends
who do not understand
what goes on in the mind
they seem to think that all wounds heal
with passing of the time
let it go and do not live
inside that dark and lonely place
have a drink, a pill or two
and put a smile upon your face
it does not take a brilliant mind
to understand the plight
of many thousand poor souls
who daily wage the fight
against all odds they face the day
routine the saving grace
they walk along with blinders
on and earphones in
to try and block the words
or see the face
and be reminded of the pain
confused as should it be
to try and understand what is
difficult to explain

Robert
2011

The Thought

I called upon a friend last night
about a certain thought
that had occurred to me
as I tried to sleep
the thought appeared to be a dream
although awake I was
it frightened me I had to know
my friend's response to this thought
my friend appeared to be distraught
at the thought that I had brought
to discuss this night
but as we spoke it was clear
the thought was more
than it appeared
The Thought The Thought
this single thought
that carried so much weight
if only I could figure out
what made this thought so great
to make me jump up out of bed
to make me run with fear
and seek a friend
of whom I've known
throughout my many years
we pondered as the night grew long
but as to our dismay
the thought had no answer
that we could figure out
it had to be a higher court or
person we could find
to take the thought and run it through
their educated mind
perhaps then and only then
they could tell us what it was
as night turned into dawn
the thought we could not shed
we were no closer now
than when I left my bed
This Thought This Thought
this single thought
surely there must be someone
out there can answer me

what is the date my death to be?

Robert
2011

A Blank

my mind is blank
neither verse nor prose

can enter it

I suppose
I shall never
be a poet or a writer
however much
I wish to (rhyming word?)

Robert
2011

The Door

lock...
the door that troubles and doubts you
doesn't listen and left you behind
that forgets and hurts you
the door that hinders and doesn't let you decide
that inhibits and frightens you, that is never there and

doesn't seem to care

unlock...
the door that loves and helps you
needs and looks up to you
that forgives and wants you
holds your hand and listens
the door that is there for you
and cares

Robert
2011