My shoulder, nap time
Son’s gentle breath in my ear
Secure, safe, and warm
Carolina Day 1
Blue skies and no clouds
A warm, bright, and beautiful
Carolina day
Carolina Day 2
Sun filled, light blue sky
Casual white clouds drifting
Lazy hammock day
My shoulder, nap time
Son’s gentle breath in my ear
Secure, safe, and warm
Carolina Day 1
Blue skies and no clouds
A warm, bright, and beautiful
Carolina day
Carolina Day 2
Sun filled, light blue sky
Casual white clouds drifting
Lazy hammock day
What happened to fun?
Just a lot of gloom and doom –
on the T.V. set
Is there any good news left to report?
Every time I watch the local news or national news all I see are horrible stories. Can’t they report something other than that?
Maybe that should be their New Years resolution.
In
your
shadow I
will stand
Behind
the
wooden
cross
The world needs to see just how great you’re love is
Because
even
in your
shadow
I still
feel
safe
and
warm
thank
you
for all
that you
do
I have wanted to try a shape poem for some time. Can you guess what it is? I hope to do more of these in the future.
Sleep tight all children
Twinkle, twinkle, Christmas Star
Santa comes tonight
Kenny Chesney – I’ll Be Home for Christmas
Hot coffee
Sip
Sip
Sip
Sit on my table
Entice me with your flavor
Savor me with caffeine
Wake me with energy
Sip
Sip
Sip
Rough night
Sleepless night
Sip
Sip
Sip
Morning cup
Two cups the charm
What’s the harm?
Cure my nerves
Bring the ease
Just as you please
Sip
Sip
Sip
Cup of Brew
It’s now up to you
Ouch, that hurt.
What’s that you say?
Getting over the hill,
going to need some kind of pill,
to keep the aches,
and pains at bay.
Pish posh, I say.
I feel eighteen, in a way.
Well.
My mind is young.
At least.
Even if my body, isn’t.
Ouch.
Crack, my bones,
like an egg.
There’s that pain again.
Wait, it’s on the other side as well.
Oh hell.
Creak.
Crack.
Like an old well-worn door.
Or an old squeaky floor.
Turning 40 today.
Can you believe it?
In honor of my birthday I thought I would crank out a Jimmy Buffett song. This one seems to fit the day.
Growing Older But Not Up

Six years have passed by
Since the day we said I do
It has gone so fast
🙂
I want to spew,
vomit from my mouth,
when I hear the news.
Massacre they say.
It happens too often.
How many lives?
How many should we lose?
What can be done?
My heart is wrapped in barbed wire,
the barbs cutting deep into the meat,
restricting the flow.
I can’t feel my legs.
I’m numb to the touch.
The victims I pray for.
The loved ones who are left behind.
I pray for you as well.
Life is so fragile.
I can’t believe how quick it goes.
Hold your loved one today.
Hold them tight like you never want them to go.
Love, we all need.
Peace on Earth.
Indeed.
With all the massacres we’ve endured as of late I just thought I had to write something about it. Anyone reading this, for me, please, go and hug your kids. Go and hug your significant other. Call your parents and tell them you love them. Just do something. Make sure your loved ones know how much you love them.
Part 1
Christmastime of year
With a soft white snow falling
Killer spies his prize
Part 2
Cold and all alone
With presents of red and green
She hurries inside
Part 3
Killer makes his move
Jingle bells, detective sees
Feet rush through the snow
Part 4
Killer grips his knife
White lights twinkle in the hall
Victim doesn’t see
Part 5
Gun blasts from behind
Shots echo in the hallway
Killing spree is done
Part 1
Christmastime of year
With a soft white snow falling
Killer spies his prize
Part 2
Cold and all alone
With presents of red and green
She hurries inside
Part 3
Killer makes his move
Jingle bells, detective sees
Feet rush through the snow
Part 4
Killer grips his knife
White lights twinkle in the hall
Victim doesn’t see
Part 1
Christmastime of year
With a soft white snow falling
Killer spies his prize
Part 2
Cold and all alone
With presents of red and green
She hurries inside
Part 3
Killer makes his move
Jingle bells, detective sees
Feet rush through the snow
Part 1
Christmastime of year
With a soft white snow falling
Killer spies his prize
Part 2
Cold and all alone
With presents of red and green
She hurries inside
Plain, mild, hot, or sweet
Wings or drumsticks take your pick
Blue cheese on the side
So, what is your favorite way to have chicken wings?
Sickness engulfing
A virus storm consuming –
all that is human
The prompt this week at Haiku Heights was for the word Storm so since this cold was my week I thought I would do a Haiku about it.
In case you want something a little more traditional you can check out the links below. I thought I would send them along in case you haven’t seen them before. As always, thanks for stopping by. Your support is appreciated.
http://longjourneysandshortroads.com/2012/10/20/haiku-rainy-day/
http://longjourneysandshortroads.com/2012/09/09/haiku-thunder-rolling/
http://longjourneysandshortroads.com/2012/08/29/haiku-hurricane-rainbands/
http://longjourneysandshortroads.com/2012/05/24/haiku-storm-clouds/
Singer – Songwriter
Living a tropical style
Life long beachcomber
Jimmy Buffett: I Have Found Me A Home
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