pop's poetry

Category: Family

  • an irish blessing

    May you live long enough, love deep enough
and make time enough for family and friends
to call your life full on the hour that it ends.

  • only a woman

    For Twin and Katie
Only a Woman
can truly understand
what's going on inside and
will stand aside and beside
while the world crashes then
resurrects into the stratosphere
in a matter of moments.
Only a Woman
could see the beautiful mess
behind what could or would be
and what shouldn't be
into what must be done
today or any day
or not done at all.
Only a Woman
would open a darkened door
to a brokenness with gentleness
and kindness to make it
right with the simpleness
of just keeping all the pieces
safe for the future.
Only a Woman
will walk with delicate patience,
tirelessly searching with peaceful
purpose and passion to find
a perfect union to step into
by lacing up colorful shoes
and hiking the heights of joy.
Only a Woman

  • stuck

    Learning the same things,
different words,
same message.
Singing the same songs,
different tunes,
same ideas.
Sitting in the same chairs,
different fabric,
same view.

Einstien said there's insanity in repetition
while expecting different results.
There's also indifference in repetition
when expecting the same results.

Learn new things in new ways.
Inspect the impassable.
Expect the impossible.

  • new year’s evolution

    This year's end some items I've missed
in making my New Year's list
of actions to hold the year through
that last a week, maybe two.

No weight loss nor organization,
on my list no savings inflation.
My list will be clear of to do's
instead it's a new life I choose.

This year's end I will not resolve,
but instead make a pact to evolve
into someone I rather would find
as I leave this extinct self behind.

From primordial ooze I'll step out,
a life form that's higher, no doubt,
learning new things with every stride
letting old things wash out with the tide.

This year's end no matter the cost
of leaving behind what I've lost,
an origin of species to claim,
to survive as the fittest my aim.

Not to worry the friends I hold dear
and my family both far and near,
this evolutional new year you'll see,
just a much better version of me.

  • cars on a country road

    At 2am, sleep is like a stranger
I see on a street in my hometown
I recognize her face
But before I can ask where I know her from
She darts across the lanes of traffic
Around a corner
And disappears
The cars speed by
Blocking my path
And through the side windows
As they pass I see
An old friend
Charlie Sheen
A guy from work I need to talk to
The cars keep moving
And the light never changes
The countdown - 25, 24, 23, 25, 24, 23
I step out anyway
And the road is sticky
My shoes barely move
And the cars keep coming
Each one with a familiar occupant
A homeless man I saw yesterday
My grandkids
My daughter's boyfriend
Two nuns with a Buddhist monk
Lao Tzu and Robin Williams
A guy from work I need to talk to
He must be circling the block
The parade of cars keeps coming
I see a slight break in the traffic
So I sprint across the street in pursuit
But when I round the corner
I'm in my back yard
With weeds that need pulling
I step into my house through the back door
And see the cabinets that need painting
And my laptop
With the emails that need answering
There's a knock on the front door
The dog barks
He hears a noise in the night
I realize I've been dreaming
With my eyes open to the darkness
It's 2:12am
Twelve minutes passed
Like cars on a country road
And in the distance
I see her hitch hiking
Brake lights glare, hurting my eyes
Sleep gets in the back seat
And the car speeds off
Into the night
As I stand along the road
Waiting in the dark
For the first light of morning