Clearing My Desk Tomorrow
My desk is piled high
With stuff that I
Should clear away
And sort today.
Though painful to the eye,
I still will wonder why
I shouldn’t simply say,
Tomorrow’s just a day away.
Author: Andy Bonjour
Poet
Rocking to Sleep
Rocking to Sleep
I’m thankful to my wife
For the life we’ve co created,
For the children she sedated
Last night while I had a turn sleeping.
She was busy keeping
The rocker rocking,
Quietly talking
Our children back to whispered dreams.
Gingerbread Family Looking at Lights
This is one of our family traditions. looking at lights on Christmas eve.
Gingerbread Family Looking at Lights
Since this evening merited
A tradition we’ve inherited,
We set the timer on a slow-paced drive
To keep the ritual alive.
The Christmas music’s on,
While red hots look upon
Lit-up houses we drive by
Frosting dripping in each eye.
Cranking the heat tonight
We hoped it might
Be translated
Into smaller cookies sedated.
Two of our cookies cannot keep
Their eyes open, they fell asleep
While the third is too excited
Completely delighted,
Glazing at Christmas lights,
An oven window’s Christmas sights.
Until the oven puts him down
We’ll drive around this lit-up town.
Joseph and the Manger
Joseph and the Manger
Secure and pure.
Jesus slept tightly curled
In the arms of his mother
While Joseph rigged a stranger
Crib than any other
For the savior of the world.
The Gift of Gloves
The Gift of Gloves
Because your subconscious loves
To lose a glove and ruin a pair.
I got you eight identical gloves
So you’ll have gloves to spare.
Paper-Tube Band
Paper-Tube Band
Our what-ifs are now little whos
With thoughts that confuse
Me and my wife, who try to understand
Everything they’re saying
While we’re playing
In their paper-tube band.
production photos: wrapping presents with eyelids
production photos: wrapping presents with eyelids. Thanks Erin and Cory for your work on this. view the original post HERE.
Christmas Eve Eve
Christmas Eve Eve
It’s Christmas Eve Eve and people are taking off early
Because they know that they will surely
See that perfect gift if they simply sift
Through enough stores and find
A gift that’s not yet come to mind.
That special someone needs something
And maybe commercialism will bring
Some brand new product to light ,
Put a perfect gift in sight.
I’m hoping that’s the case
Or tomorrow’s local race
Will be like the Michigan Mile, derby style.
I’ll be joined by all of those
Fellow citizens that chose
Christmas Eve to go shopping with me,
Risking a Christmas Eve injury.
Waiting for Big Ideas
Waiting for Big Ideas
I’m waiting for it, twiddling each thumb
Waiting for an idea to come
But not just something small,
A big idea that I can call
My own thing
That thing that I bring to the table
Out of a fable and into reality
Though the truth might be
That I’m not doing anything
That will actually bring
Something like that into fruition
Because my thumbs rotate in position
Until I have another great thought.
I wouldn’t want to be caught
Thinking something dumb.
So I’m waiting for it, twiddling each thumb,
Waiting for an idea to come.
Wrapping Presents with Eyelids
Wrapping Presents with Eyelids
Whether it’s a box, or a ball
Something big, or something small,
Efficiency and creativity mesh
Inside a small square-inch of flesh.
There’s no need to cut paper in straight lines or fold neatly
When eyelids redefine completely
How easy it is to wrap a gift,
And they simply unwrap with a lift.
There’s no need for excess tape or
Any expensive paper.
It’s really not too spendy
To be this eco friendly.
We should call it going green
Or brown, or blue, I mean
Whatever’s the color or their eyes
When they open their surprise.
You can even double wrap with hands,
If the person understands
That anticipation lingers
When they don’t peak through their fingers.
But Be wary of those views and peek-a-boos
That seek to lose
The surprise that lies
Opposite their eyes.
BonjourPoetry 