HappIness
Inspiration:
Pondering the true source of happiness – materialism!
Medium:
Pigmented ink pen and colored pencils.
HappIness
Is happiness just the absence of pain?
The lack of problems to throw off my day?
Or is it the abundance of things you can buy,
like a house on a hill with a roof to the sky?
Perhaps it’s a life full of pleasure and ease,
doing whatever I want whenever I please.
Or maybe it’s all of the prizes I’ve won,
the trophies on walls, the things that I’ve done.
But could it be more than easy ease or lacking lack?
Well, if that’s the case, I want my money back!
Unwanted
Inspiration:
I noticed a few years back that the ruminating thoughts that often come during dark times actually seem to lend themselves to coming up with rhymes. (Ok, that one was accidental, I promise!) So why not try to use your trials and weaknesses to do some good? Take advantage of them, put them to work!
Medium:
Pigmented ink pen and colored pencils.
Unwanted
I don’t really want you here.
But I write better when you’re around,
the uninvited guest put to work
to beautify the grounds.
If you insist on coming
over here to play,
I insist on you helping
me to write today.
And help you will, and stop I won’t,
til you tire of this and cease
your dark, twisted, whining whisper
and leave me to be at peace.
Poemetry
Inspiration:
Just rhyming upon rhymery.
Medium:
Pigmented ink pen and colored pencils.
Poemetry
The prolific poet
once did wrote
a poem upon a rhyme,
and yet so absurd
were his words,
you had to read it seven times
before you ever
understood a clever
word or malformed sentence,
and whether he, too,
was smarter than you,
or insulted your intelligence.
Brainstorm
Inspiration:
I like to brainstorm ideas a lot. There’s something almost fun about coming up with new ideas and solutions (much more fun than actually implementing all the work to put those ideas into action!). I have tons of pages in notebooks and journals filled with my brainstorms on different subjects. One day I wondered what it would be like to be caught in a brainstorm without an umbrella, and this was the result.
Medium:
Pigmented ink pen and colored pencils.
Brainstorm
I got caught in a brainstorm
one cloudless, clear blue day,
without an umbrella handy
for ideas that rained my way.
It started with a cloudy mind,
sprinkled with new thoughts.
Soon a downpour deluged my brain,
and drenched what I’d been taught.
Then from the deepest, darkest cloud,
lightning struck me with a jolt,
and I knew then, and still know now,
what I didn’t before the bolt.
Then ’twas gone as quick as it came,
and I stood grateful for the chance
to know the new I never thought,
the revere of happenstance.
I tried to go inside to share,
but was told to wait outside
until my thoughts and mind and soul
had all completely dried.
So I waited til my clothes looked dry,
and went in to play their game.
And though not different on outward glance,
inside, I was never the same.
I Swear!
Inspiration:
I actually don’t remember, I swear!
Medium:
Pigmented ink pen and colored pencils.
I swear!
Momma said not to ever *bleepity* swear
When I *bleepy bleep* really want to.
But when I’m upset I don’t *bleepity* care
What momma said not to *bleepy bleep* do.
ReDunciation
Inspiration:
Why is it always the day that I swear off desserts for a while is the same day my wife makes homemade chocolate chip cookies, and then my whole family eats them in front of me, waving them in the air, taunting me?
Medium:
Pigmented ink pen and colored pencils.
ReDunciation
I renounce you renunciation
with all your tumult and machinations!
Never more shall I say “never more!”
Always will I not lock the revolving door,
as it shuts behind me for the last time,
again, with reason and rhyme,
returning me to what I once sought!
… but then again, I’m having second thoughts.
Mountains
Inspiration:
Isaiah 54:10 For the mountains shall depart, and the hills be removed; but my kindness shall not depart from thee, neither shall the covenant of my peace be removed, saith the Lord that hath mercy on thee.
Medium:
Pigmented ink pen and colored pencils.
Mountains
If you could fast-forward time,
would mountains’ lives go as fast as mine?
Would they rise and fall, ebb and flow?
Would they breathe sands of time and drifting snow?
Oh the stellar shows they must have seen,
far beyond the city’s gleam,
when Scorpius bats, and Orion pitches,
nighttime battles, wounds and stitches.
So, what do they do when their nose itches?
Birdsong
Inspiration:
That time a bird flew into our house and made it’s way upstairs into my home office. I had to open a window and try to coax it out to freedom, but it fought against me every flap of the way. (Probably had seen the movie Storks, and thought I was trying a “power move”!)
Medium:
Pigmented ink pen and colored pencils.
Birdsong
Oh free birdsong of the night
that calls lonely into twilight,
what keeps you from flying to the sun?
oh yeah, gravity, and a lack of oxygen.
Twist
Inspiration:
Pondering the perplexing paradox of present haPPiness. And I was probably hungry too.
Medium:
Pigmented ink pen and colored pencils.
Twist
What’s the difference between
a paradox and a paradise?
One twists unexpectedly
and the other is quite nice.
If you want both, then
give a pretzel to a friend.
For happiness must be sent out
to be received in the end.
Wise
Inspiration:
I just really wanted to end a poem with “wise guy”.
Medium:
Pigmented ink pen and colored pencils.
Wise
Who keeps spinning the clock?
The hands seem to fly!
The mirror doesn’t reflect
what I feel inside.
My body’s getting older,
buy my spirit is young and spry!
I can’t depend on my youth,
so on my brain I must rely!
And with age comes wisdom,
(you don’t even have to try!)
I know, ’cause my wife says
that I’m a real wise guy!