In front of me, is a Peace Lodge bracelet.
A symbol that I hope everyone will get.
There are words from long ago,
With meaning that all should know.
What happened to “ Live and Let Live”
What extra meaning can I add and give?
Who has given the guns the illegal right,
To determine who will not see tonight?
Why should our children live with this fear?
Work together to make these headlines disappear.
As I am working at updating my blog and email notification list, there are many email addresses that I just don’t recall the name to match up with it. Also, it’s nice to know that you still want to receive a notice when we post a new poem. Drop me a note if you have a notice. Add your name.
Someone should arrest Mr. Caffeine.
That wicked fiend is ever so mean.
He stole hours of sleep from me last night.
Making it so difficult to face first light.
I can’t be at fault for enjoying my coffee.
It can’t be my fault, I’m sure you’ll agree.
That caffeine guy takes your sleep at any cost.
Before you know it, a good night’s sleep is lost.
Arrest the robber, he’s guilty, lock him up.
Just don’t you dare take away my coffee cup.
With all the police officers that have lost their lives and the numbers increasing, I want to offer a reminder to all who drive on highways to be more aware of your driving habits. No verse is going to change everyone but perhaps one word or line will make you stop and think when you are next on the interstate or local roads.
We salute those who make our highways safe for everyone.
Watching, helping and patrolling until each day is done.
It is past time for all of us to do our part.
No more texting while driving, be smart.
Slow down, move over when you see flashing lights.
Use more care when driving on the dark rainy nights.
We can all be more courteous when on our highways
Watch out for workers on those construction days.
When in doubt about your ability, don’t drive.
Please work with us to keep all officers alive.
How many prayers do we have to say,
To heal and work through another day.
There are healing hands to help us along the way.
Words, thoughts, feelings, all there, when we pray.
We ask that higher power for extra strength to heal.
We ask that power to lessen the anxiety we may feel.
And all those positive thoughts to make you well.
And tomorrow, you will have a get well story to tell.
All day long, I have been looking at the clock tower.
Wishing that this spring, I didn’t have to lose one hour.
All of a sudden, seven o’clock is now eight.
No matter how much you hurry, you will be late.
I vote for no time change at all.
We have to do it again in the fall.
While as the sun sets, there is more time to play.
There is still only 24 hours in every day.
What drummers do we march to in the Daily Grind?
Always doing our best to never lag or fall behind.
The struggle to keep up with all of mankind.
Schedules and “to do” lists always in mind.
At times knowing your mission is still undefined.
Planning, objectives can be improved and refined.
To reach your goal, do you have to be a mastermind?
Perhaps just have all your steps clearly outlined.
Take whatever luck along the road that you find.
Along the journey that we call the Daily Grind.