Growing Census

The consensus is growing
it's reaching it's peek.
A creative collection
for answers you seek.

It goes far beyond
the ordinary
Keeps you on track
for the extraordinary.


The consensus is growing
it's reaching it's peek.
A creative collection
for answers you seek.

Group's on the whole
will know where to go

Practical, perfect
the capacity will grow.

Inspired by madness
filled with belief
a creative collection
for answers you seek.

The census is growing
it's reaching it's peek
Soon to deliver
an end to all fraud
the answer's to make
on and all applaud.

No Motivation

Smiling faces aren't enough

when you r day is really rough

lack of incentive

lack of faith

lack of manners

lack of grace

No motivation to get me through

No motivation

What can I do?

Not used to individuals

with low goals

Tried to inspire

but it's a no go

agreed to do it

agreed to stay

wish there was more

than just the pay

No motivation to get me through

No motivation

What can I do?

End of the Week

I made it through another week
I'm still standing
guess I kept my feet
So much to do
so little time
scarcely a moment
to create a rhyme

looking forward to tomorrow
all happiness and no sorrow
sleep in til noon
then sleep so more
Eat and relax
and relax and eat
Until it's time
to go back to sleep

Yes, I've made it through
another week
As I'm still standing
Guess I kept my feet
breathing in the moment
of tranquility
Before another dose
of reality

Don't Ring Again

I open my eyes

close them again

hit the alarm

and hope

that it doesn't 

ring again

It's dark now

The time of year

where snuggling

close within the covers

is all I want to do

Too soon to be up

Too dark to see

Too early it seems

Too early for me

Life is busy

Sleep is beautiful

Work is worrisome

But it brings in the bucks

Gotta get up

like it or not

Gotta get up

can't be late

Gotta get up

like it or not

Gotta get up

can't be late

I open my eyes

close them again

hit the alarm

and hope

that it doesn't 

ring again

Too dark to move

stay within the covers

is all I want to do

On The Way

It's on it's way

It's coming soon.

A night to play

beneath the moon

Colorful costumes

Tricks and Treats

A night of imagination

That's ever so sweet.

Pretty or scary

It's all up to you

Halloween madness

It's what's to do!

Alright Already

Alright

Alright

Alright already

Geesh.

I really cannot 

stand to hear

you speak.

Cacophony of sound

In my head you abound

Five minute intervals

Here comes the next round

Alright

Alright

Alright already

Geesh.

If it means that much

Then yes I'll get up

As long as 

you don't make

another sound

Snooze for a bit

Even better

just quit

And

I will move

 at my own speed

Alright

Alright

Alright already

Geesh.

I'm getting up

as you insist

The long day ahead

I sometimes dread

But your incessant

singing

Constantly ringing

most definitely

moves me from bed.

Making It Up

Making it up as I go along
Sometimes it's right
Sometimes it's wrong

Doing my best to make it through
My best is all that I can do

Taking chances
Chasing dreams
Making strides today
for what tomorrow brings


Making it up as I go along
Sometimes it's right
Sometimes it's wrong

Doing my best to make it through
My best is all that I can do


Working hard
Playing longer
Making sure
I stay stronger

Sweet like chocolate
Tart as a lemon
Flavors of life
This is living


Making it up as I go along
Sometimes it's right
Sometimes it's wrong

Doing my best to make it through
My best is all that I can do

Time To Get Up

It can't possibly be time to be up again
Didn't I just go to bed?
I know that I just closed my eyes
and cleared the thoughts from my head.

It can't possibly be time to be up again
yet the alarm is ringing in my ear.
Far from a choir of angels more like
a jack hammer's what I hear.

It can't possibly be time to be up again
but all signs say, "Get up You!".
I resist the urge but ultimately
I know what I have to do.

Tired

Tired of the same old thing

Tired of doing it all again

Tired of wondering if It's right

Tired of wondering if it's wrong

Tired of  trying to do it all

Tired of  trying not to fall

Tired of being tired too

Tired is something that just won't do

Tired of doing it all again

Tired of the same old thing

Coming Back

They keep coming back.
I don't ask
and yet here they are.
Where were they
when I was there?
As I recall
they chose not to care.

Walks down memory lane
relive the happiness
not the pain.
But don't fall for
the pretty path,
The road not taken
is the one that lasts.

They keep coming back.
did I leave a beacon on?
Once you're gone
that's where you belong.
A door was closed
but a window's been opened.
The road not taken
Is the one I have chosen.

Come...

Come on feel the noise
Come a little bit closer
Come dancing
Come sail away with me

Come back
Come back and stay
Come closer
Come fly away with me

Come in from the rain
Come into my world
Come home
Come go with me

Comr Monday
Come on over
Come out and play
Come see about me

Come
Come undone
Come together
Come with me

We Believe

We experience every day
but not every moment
We believe we are doing
what must be done.

If you have at least one
item crossed off of your list
does that count as an accomplishment?


We experience every day
but not every moment
We believe we are doing
what must be done.

Nose to the grindstone
blinders in place
try to keep pace
in the daily race.

Take note not to lose
sight of why you are here.
Figure out your purpose
try to make it clear.


We experience every day
but not every moment
We believe we are doing
what must be done.

Are we all made here?
It's a distinct possibility.
We so often create
limited realities.

Take stock of what you think you know.
Take hold of where you  want to go
Do what you have to
Be who you need to be
Believe you are doing but do what you believe

Here We Go Again

Here we go again
day out and day in
sounds of bells
and electric beeps
invading my morning


Here we go again
day out and day in
stumbling in the dark
as I can't quite comprehend
this early our at which my day begins


Here we go again
day out and day in
it's the American way
all work and no play
another dollar another day

Pinch Me

Pinch me

because I still

can't believe

that this is real.

Pinch me

to let me see

what I feel

is reality

Pinch me

to help me 

perceive

the beauty that's

in front of me

Pinch me

because if this

is a dream

then never-ending

make it seem

Pinch me

because I still

can't believe

that this is real.

Creativity Has Called In Sick

It's as if I've never had a thought before.
Words have left and locked the door.
Imagination is on vacation.
Creativity has called in sick.

Rhyme, reason and wit
told me they have quit.
No need to look for alliteration
or to find personification.
Eek and egads, arghh and uhgg
Onomatopoeia's left without a hug.


It's as if I've never had a thought before.
Words have left and locked the door.
Imagination is on vacation.
Creativity has called in sick.

Tall tales seem small, simile's are
like a siren's call leading me astray
Metaphors are roadblocks in my mind
I've left all artistry behind.
To the world of words I've become blind.


It's as if I've never had a thought before.
Words have left and locked the door.
Imagination is on vacation.
Creativity has called in sick.

Weekend Fun

Night life
running wild
acting like
a rebel child

At morning's light
we said goodnight
The crack of noon
time to leave the room

Over indulging
with no regrets
Ladies and Gentlemen
place your bets

All too soon
it came to a close
When will we meet again?
Heaven knows.

It's Been A While

It's been a while
Far too long
Will we remember
How to get along.

It's been a while
We're traveling far
Long time friends
In one big car.

It's been a while
Time to run wild
Three personalities
equal on big child.


It's been a while
We each have changed
We're still us
Just a wee bit strange.



It's been a while
Far too long
Will we remember
How to get along.

Why Can't We Return?

Saturday morning
back in the day
Children's television
in it's heyday.
Cartoons and conjunctions
ruled the airwaves.
Why can't we
return to those days?

Red Rover came over
and lights switched red to green.
Laughing children could often
be seen.
Streetlights came on.
Fireflies were chased.
Why can't we return
to that happy place?

Stories were read
not digitally downloaded.
Imaginations created
until they exploded.
Forts were made
and people played
games in the same room.
Why can't we return
to where these memories bloom?

Halloween Haunts

Scary

Disturbing

Frightening

Unnerving

Dissonant sounds

surround

Scary

Disturbing

Frightening

Unnerving

Ghosts and Goblins

are found

Scary

Disturbing

Frightening

Unnerving

Zombies creep

above ground

Scary

Disturbing

Frightening

Unnerving

Imminent doom

abounds

Scary

Disturbing

Frightening

Unnerving

Halloween haunts

astound

Ms. Varner

We know
it must end
but we are
still surprised
when the final
destination arrives

Beautiful spirits
leave our lives
seemingly in the
blink of an eye

Whether ill or not
the inevitable is
unexpected

Saddened by
a loss
of one whose
smile
comforted us

greatly missing
the personality
that readily greeted me

Wondrous laugh
great sense of humor
sly smile
stories and style

You will be missed
by your family
both blood and work
related

Today

Cannot thing of the words today
There are emotions
but they don't want to play

Cannot think of the words today
Sometimes the personal
has nothing to say

Cannot think of the words today
overwhelming emotions
are headed my way

Cannot think of the words today
Come back tomorrow
maybe I'll find a way