Grandparenting’s Cool

The smiles and joy when kids enjoy

Seeing and doing something new to them

Is what parenting is all about

And family

And life

And humanity

So shouldn’t we get the clue

To keep doing new things

Those things that keep us alive

Vibrant

Healthy

In body and mind

Didn’t it make you smile too

When you saw that smile for the first time

From your kid

And his

And hers

Grandparenting’s cool

I know my poems are just da bomb

I know my poems are just da bomb

It’s true, sez poetscam.com

They spam my rear with news I won

In guise to sell all ‘neath the sun

I shall not fail this test of poem

Else I shall lose my only home

Oh wait, I fear I just misspoke

For rhymesters earn no bucks--they’re broke!

So even if my verse be tops

Repossessors may bust my chops

And throw my butt upon the street

To freeze each night, sans any heat

So do I craft this art in vain

Or might the ends be worth my pain?

I shan’t be sure, till reaper shows

And I’m forever comatose
 

For then the Lord shall judge the worth

Of all I’ve done upon the earth

If judgment says I’m in the black

Then your opinion don’t mean Jack

So I’ll continue to create

Though two days passed since I last ate

I’ll write and dream that I get rich

But until then, my life’s a #@*&%$

Of poetry, they don’t care none

Their scam is spam, to sell, and run

So when I try to claim my prize

They wave invoices in my eyes

They’ve taken gall to brand new heights

Which shows their business model bites

Though prey they do on rookie hopes

My heart tells me they’re gutless dopes

To prove how clueless these fools be

I fake this faux literacy

To see if it may win their test

And they proclaim that I’m the best

Then I shall know they’re all e-crooks

Who prob’ly keep two sets of books

One for themselves, one for the Feds

How is it all straight in their heads?

Boo Boo ba Boo

Dis poem is coo'

Don’t pay no bills

From Owing Mills

Cute Blonde Okie

I saw her smile, across the room

Across the room so smoky

There she was, her perfect self

My favorite cute blonde Okie

And when I saw, that goofy smirk

across that room so smoky

I knew I'd found a fellow jerk,

my favorite cute blonde Okie.

And so we met, and talked a bit

We got on Okey-dokey

I didn’t want to say goodbye

To such a cute blonde Okie

To show my skills, I took the mike

And sang some karaoke

It wasn’t great, but she cared not

For this blonde was an Okie

I sat to write an ode to you,

a silly poem, so hokey.

Though purists may respond--P.U!

I created "Cute blonde Okie!"

Great poetry, this mostly ain’t 

In fact this rhyme is hokey

But that’s cuz it’s inspired by

My favorite cute blonde Okie

The Winds of Time

The winds of time, their song now sung 

Grow strangely calm, as death draws near

No pain, no doubts, no fear. NO FEAR!

Just glad no more hands need be wrung

And sad the wise are rarely young

Remembering fate, and love, and life

Sweet triumphs won outshine the rest

And now I face my final test

My destination free of strife

The winds of time, my new found wife

All gathered ‘round, my friends and kin

To bid adieu, and make their peace

To pray my days won’t shortly cease

Strong voices rise above the din

But winds of time must always win

They’ll blow no more, the winds of time

Eternal breezes, fair and just

Though now they’re still, their dying gust

Has snuffed my breath, their final crime

They’ll blow no more, the winds of time

Atheists Mourn “God”

Allah, Buddha, Jehovah, Zeus

They’re from the mind of Dr. Seuss

Heresy, say pious billions

Except I see the martyred millions

Impaled by “knowers” of the truth

Sacrificed in the prime of youth

The name of God is their excuse

So many dead! Ye Gads! Forsooth!

My wish is God just never was

Oh joy! We’d live right just because

Unblocked from myths of supreme reign

Responsibility rules again

No deity to take the blame

Great wars fought no more in His name

O evil is as righteous does

Done for your Lord, a crying shame

Humanity Was A Blip In My Past, Thank God

How eons right the mighty wrongs

Upon the years, my truths reigned strong

Millennia, I’d laid the plan

And then the specter I called “man”

New beings rose, but not for long

It came the time to start again

To cull the good from way back when

Yes, give this group a big loud gong

When creatures rise, for times so brief

And then my system needs relief

Some cataclysm cleans the slate

And surely seals the culprits’ fate

Blows them away, as autumn’s leaf

Lord sweeps them all to pearly gate

In just a blink, their dooms await

Perhaps I’ll feel no more such grief

In breaking out my cleansing tools

No more polluting, reckless fools

Mass extinction, a painful must

Yea, now I flex my will so just

Playing God with my new gene pools

And bowing to Creator’s lust

See me transform ashes to dust

Try once again to change the rules

The ages come, and ages go

How many times must I prove so

And show my service is not “lip”

No better time to flop the flip

Knowing that “the thing’s the show

Good gracious me, I’ll right the ship

Once humans know, they’re just a blip

Don’t shed a tear, I just “said no.”