Upon Gmail’s Return
Gmail, my buddy, why were you down?
I looked for my mailings but none could be found
Not even your logo appeared on my screen.
Your nothingness leaving my mail all unseen.
Your finally back up and I’ve checked out my mail
And it looks like you’re running as if without fail
Except for the fact that I’m missing bold text
Of new mail, telling me others were hexed.
Up Against
Lord, You sing to me and I do not answer
I listen to everyone but you
So I’m a wallflower, not a dancer
Who wishes to sing too.
I stand off to the side and bob my head
Admiring those who can really dance.
I sing only half of a line before it’s dead
On my tongue as I hold my stance.
The lyrics I do know have become garbled,
Intertwined with lines that remind me
My black and white lyrics are now marbled
And blend silently into the wall behind me.
Real-Life Review: Bonjourpoetry August
Wow, I’ve been doing this for a couple of months now… Crazy. I’m glad to have you here reading this. If you’re just joining us, be sure and check out poems from July as well.
Here’s 5 poems of interest from August (listed in posting order). Let me know if you think I should have included something else.
Rainbow or Chocolate Sprinkles
Here’s a list of all the poems from August to help you remember your favorites.
Greener
Day-Dreamer
A Newborn’s Bodily Functions
Clean Teeth Craving
Stuck in a Stare Part 2
Stuck in a Stare
Throwing out Memories
Facebook Poem
Do I Drive-Thru?
Tempted by Raining BMWs
Some sum up an um
Me and My Spaghetti
Changing my Routine
This Parent Rocks
Scraping the Jelly Jar
Blinking at the Naysayers
Happy Birthday too
On Planting Dandelions
Beh-duh Growing Up Soon
On the Way to the Well
The Internet Door
Mass Interruption and Tradition
Urinal Surprise
My Overwhelming Basement
Jesus and Cornflakes
Heaven-Scent Steubenville
An Early morning Hour
Opening Doors
Imagining Manna
Elevation
Rainbow or Chocolate Sprinkles
Greener
I notice new windows on a house and wonder how much they paid
The cost of a new roof too, I wish could be relayed
Through the end product prominently displayed.
Landscaping, The flowerbed’s they’ve made
While my grass remains grubbily grayed.
One neighbor’s out there hand trimming each blade.
I pander blessings misconveyed
Sitting in my porch’s shade
And wonder when the green will fade.
Day-Dreamer
Some dreams I see
Are reality.
Things I need to be,
Provider and father of three
Blend seamlessly
With the writer in me.
Clean Teeth Craving
I crave the act of brushing my teeth
Sweeping a tooth brush around the wreath
Of projected bones locked in a tomb
Where flakes of food would like to loom.
Stuck in a Stare: Part 2
Even if there’s something in me that doesn’t love a wall,
There’s something deep inside that wants to stare and stall,
To take a moment and reflect
Superficially dissect
With a visual incision,
Whatever’s in my vision.
It’s a calling that one has at a particular time and place
And although it makes no sense, you can erase
Your thoughts of the rest of the world
And let your body be hurled
Into some sort of stand-by mode
Released by a secret code
Or prematurely quite abruptly
If you choose to interrupt me.
I’ll hold nothing personal against you
If you steal my introverted view,
But why choose it so I lose it,
Why not choose to use it?
Why would you take my view just to take it,
Take my stare in your hands and break it?
People in our culture don’t get it
If a stare must continue, then let it.
There is no rule that says otherwise
So take a moment to finish with your eyes
Before returning to the tasks you have at hand,
By doing so, you’ll come to understand
Why someone sits and sticks inside a stare
And why you should let them have a moment there,
Enjoying this spectator sport
Even if it has to be cut short.
Throwing Out Memories
My kids are both big garbage fans
And like their favorite garbage men
They got to move the garbage cans.
Creating a remember-when
My kids took up the garbage cans that night.
And I’m sure this will become somewhat less cute
When they’re older and their chores become a fight
But tonight I let their smiles leave me mute.
Facebook Poem
I’ll see what you’ve been up to
In a place where time suspends,
Hung up on walls for me to view
What’s up with all my friends,
Friends I haven’t spoken too
For forever and a day
Or friends I’ve never met who
Just happen in to say
A comment on my wall, a link,
Perhaps a status update.
If I don’t stop and think,
At least I hesitate
Before I click to view your photos
And all your conversations.
Perhaps you did not know that those
Were public complications
That I just saw, or over heard
By clicking through the sprawls
Of information friends inferred
And wrote on others’ walls.
Do I Drive-Thru?
There is a time when it all comes together
That instant when you have to make a choice
You reach a climactic moment as to whether
You go in or speak to a voice.
Do you enter brick and mortar,
Where it’s obviously shorter.
I can’t imagine it’d be worse in-
Side where there’s one person.
Still I think the way to go
Is driving with my radio
Allowing frequency of talk in
My car to stop my walk-in.
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