House For Sale

For Sale,

One old farm house.

Needs paint

And minor repairs.

Back porch roof leaks.

Known locally

As that haunted house

But no bodies

Have been found

To date.

Will consider

Any reasonable offers.

Immediate possession.

Cash preferred.

Call Morticia for more information.

(The image credit goes to my Realtor spouse who saw this gem yesterday.  It's not really for sale, but she's had a few that looked about like it....)

One In Every Crowd

It seems there's one in every crowd;

They make their presence known

By constant braying long and loud

And won't leave you alone.

You're just minding your own business

And they come running up,

Not for some act of kindness

Or, to fill an empty cup;

They're there with an opinion

About most everything

And act like you're a minion

To some evil king.

I'd like to take them to the side

And maybe beat some sense

Into their mangy hide

But, I expect they are too dense.

Instead, politely, I decline

To listen to their sass

As they keep on with their braying

The noisy little #$%#$%#$%!

Contentment or Distraction?

There were four birds upon a line

Watching cattle grazing.

Said the one upon the left,

"Isn't that amazing?

They eat the grass and then lay down

To chew upon their cud.

They have no ambition

And do no kind of good."

Another bird, one of the four,

Said, "That's not the life for me.

I'd rather go exploring

And nest up in a tree."

And still another looked at them

And said, "Traveling is best;

I'm just stopping here awhile

And then I'm headed west.

Being stuck there in one place

With naught to see but grass

Would simply drive me crazy;

On that life, I would pass!"

The fourth looked at the other three

And said, "I love to fly!

Can you imagine life

Not reaching for the sky?"

So, each of them within his turn

Found reason to complain

While they looked down from their perch on high

With comments all in vain.

Along there came a hunter

Looking for the flying dove

Who saw the birds upon the wire

Distracted there above.

He slipped up quietly on them;

When startled, they took wing

But, only a short distance

Before the shots did sing.

The lesson that they might have learned

While looking on the cow

Is that they should have focused

On the simple here and now.

Judging others from on high

Based on what you see

Distracts you from your purpose

When it might be time to flee!

(If you look closely, in the top right portion of the photo are four birds on the wire.  I didn't notice them until I had posted the picture for today.  They sent my mind down the path of this poem.)

Taking Out the Trash

This is a poem about something done
A couple of times each week.
It's a chore that comes to everyone,
The high, the low, the meek.

It surely holds some higher truth,
This regular routine
Of taking refuse from the house
That helps to keep it clean.

We're geared up for consumption --
What we wear and what we eat --
And when we're done with using it
We toss it, nice and neat.

It happens with the things we eat,
And all the things we use;
We take just what we need from it,
The rest of it we lose.

So, as you're taking out the trash
Just think, in days of yore
There was no modern plumbing
But, a pot behind the door....

(Some of you may have to Google "chamber pot" to understand this post.)

Comments

I usually find it easy
To comment on someone's work
But I know sometimes in doing so
I come off like a jerk.

It isn't my intention
To be so critical
It's just that my mind
Is highly analytical.

When I read what has been written
And I find I can't agree
The thoughts go into overdrive
And manners sometimes flee.

It's not meant to be belittling
Or to cause a fight
But when I can't agree with you
It's because I know I'm right!