Go Configure!

Reaching out we set the pace.                                                                                   Busy is not reason to replace.

So easy to share with dozens and more.

Put it online and everyone “takes a tour”.

 

One then another adds their view.

Before long it’s like a stew.

 

Some are great, others really “suck”.

When the taste is so bad you say “Oh, fu**. 

 

You listen to learn.

They listen to spread.

Any “info” dancing in their head.

 

Your voice, your notes. 

They're what we crave.

Always too busy, 

Never visiting our graves.

 

Yes, we’ve been gone. 

While you’re moving on.

 

Think you can run and hide?

Not from this “end of time”.

You called friends, you made plans.

While we were moving toward “the end”.

“We” should be calling, 

Connecting with “You”?

Typical response

You're always focused on "You".

 

Realize you’ve drifted apart

It was great then, at the start.

When those you surrounded

Who said you were “friends”

 

Now they have different interests

Their time is theirs to spend

You’re only in the picture

When it can be seen or sent

 

Always “we” should provide,

Hands and pockets opened wide.

Time for us to have our rest.

Walk away, it's what you do best.

Metal Mini Me

We're so kid focused.                                                                                                       We start before birth. 

It's usual to celebrate.                                                                                                       Takes years to re-evaluate.

What if you could choose                                                                                               Onscreen and not lose?

Place your order today                                                                                                       Delivery when you say.                                               

Caught in a trap?                                                                                                           Never given a map?

No question of paternity.                                                                                                 Nine months of maternity.   

Blame and anger will arise.                                                                                     Especially from those                                                                                                         who believe they are "wise".

Or will we set aside.                                                                                                       The need to procreate?

A "Mini Me" of metal                                                                                                            No need to feed or dress

Turn on, Turn off!                                                                                                           Get real rest!

Think of the reasons.                                                                                                   How you'll spend each season.

Focusing on self.                                                                                                       Leaving "him" or "her"                                                                                                         On The Shelf.

If Robots take over,                                                                                                     What need for our type?

Didn't Sci Fi describe                                                                                                     Just that "insight"?

Will we live to regret                                                                                                       Our push to rise above?

When all we can see                                                                                                         Is more time FOR ME.

Throw a switch

Press a button

Get away, go out and play

No need to set a timer

Metal needs no reminder.                                                              

Side Entry

Awake and go,                                                                                             Put on your throw.                                                                                   Time to see reality.                                                                               

One size fits all.

Just hear the call.

It's important for all.

Led to believe

Back doors unseen

When they’re surreal.

 

Led down a path

Believe not what

Your eyes can’t see.

They look so real.

Where did they hide?

How did THEY know?

Soon comes their time

For tell and show.

Is it meant to stir

Or fill the air?

Side trip.

Side hustle.

Side step.

My Turn

It's not too late                                                                                                                   Won't hesitate

I lived for you                                                                                                                     Before you could see

The bright light of life                                                                                                         And what you "could be".

I worked and I tried                                                                                                             You laughed and you cried

You found fault and degraded                                                                                           As you grew and matriculated

From pre-school through college                                                                                   We supported your stay.

Then told us you paid                                                                                                       All your expenses every day.   

You twisted life to meet                                                                                                     Your wants and needs.    

Dad has passed, Grandma, too                                                                                         And someday that will be you.

Guess you don't believe                                                                                                 You'll answer one day

We'll both see what's factual                                                                                             When we're no longer actual.                                                               

Inside Out

At two and three                                                                                                             We're inside out.

Whatever we think,

we say and we shout.

 

Our actions speak loudly.

We laugh and we say:

It's his/her birthday,

 

Let him/her have some fun.

Too soon he/she

Will always have to run.

 

Laugh and sing!

Celebrate today!

 

Whatever the age,

We're always on stage.

 

Create a Get Away!

Time to Celebrate!

 

Happy whatever number

you’ve reached.

Always More To Say & Teach. 🍀 

TURNING AWAY

Standing Still.

Sitting Down.

Running Fast.

Looking around.

Time keeps passing.

We keep asking.

Why this, why that?

Where'd you get that "hat'?

I see it covers your face.

As though to hide and erase.

Why look aside?

I need you to stand beside.

You think I won't see?

What you're doing to me?

Believe I don't care?

Think that way if you dare!

A friend like you I do not need.

I should have seen and believed.

Listen and learn 

I was told many times.

Closed my eyes, my ears.

Set aside my fears, wiped my tears.

Walk away, run if you must,

My survival depends on having self-trust.

Raising Cain

You, there! 

Once a child, now adult.

Pointing fingers.

Pushing limits

Blaming others all the way.

Look in a Mirror

You were the creator

The person who decided,

Never willing to accept

Responsibility for what's done.

Always believing

You had a right 

We "held too tight".

Never there to help.

Always there to criticize.

Causing havoc growing up.

Getting drunk.

Flipping a car.

Totaling completely.

Laughter, probably

With your friends

We absorb costs.

Should have put

Your "Axx" in gear

Believing it was"funny".

No acceptance of responsibility.

Anger is your "go to"

Blaming others for your choices.

Two family members died.

Waiting for you to apologize.

You'll have accountability one day.

For all you've done "along the way".

Conflicting Views.

Out of Loss,                                                                                                                       We can be Found.

Surrounded by Water,                                                                                                     We can Die of Thirst.

This won't be the last time;                                                                                                 It wasn't the first.

Where is my Focus?                                                                                                     What's in my Brain?

Right on top?                                                                                                                     Or buried deep?

Think I'm awake?                                                                                                               See I'm asleep.

Often Daily Life                                                                                                                   Is One Big Drain

On my time.                                                                                                                  Full of pain.

Always focused                                                                                                                   On another day

Is there, though?                                                                                                                 Or will there be?

A time that's mine?                                                                                                             How long must I wait and see?

Start To Finish

Snow and Sun.                                                                                                               Ice and Rain.

Walk and Run.                                                                                                             Feel the pain.

Broken heart.                                                                                                                   Mended wrist.

Which hurts more?                                                                                                             When you tug and twist?

He said this.                                                                                                                       She said that.

More like a disagreement.                                                                                             Between dog and cat.

I'm right!                                                                                                                           You are wrong!

I know your kind.                                                                                                                 So, run, go and  hide.

You talk the talk.                                                                                                               Never walking the walk.

You think I'll sway?                                                                                                             And lean your way?

How wrong you are!                                                                                                         You'll run long and far!

You don't know me at all!                                                                                                   I know how to fall.

It hurts for a time.                                                                                                             Then we rewind.

In the end it was best.                                                                                                         That's why we have the test.

Better to end.                                                                                                                     Than to never begin.

Run away, anywhere.                                                                                                         Just never stop to stare.

Stop The World

From walking and talking,                                                                                                 We move into space.

To occupy what                                                                                                                 We claim as our place

As part of the massive                                                                                                     Whole human race.

Some walk, others run.                                                                                                     Some trip, several fall.

It's how we find our "selves"                                                                                           Even when backed into a wall.

We plan and we fret.                                                                                                       Always feeling we've left.

The path seems to turn                                                                                                   Our feet seem to burn.

We've walked and we've run.                                                                                         Through Rain and Hot Sun.

Ourselves go, seek to find.                                                                                               With never, ever, enough time.                                                

WHAT IF we chose another way?                                                                                   To measure each and every day?

We stopped measuring,                                                                                               Comparing  and judging.

Would the world actually stop spinning?                                                                           If for once we simply turned away? 

Simply put, enjoyed the day, today?

Same Old Song

How far will you go?                                                                                                   What paths will you make?

Does your age group create?                                                                                         Or does it eliminate?

Will you rise to the top?                                                                                                   Pulling out all stops?

Mom and Dad pave your way?                                                                                     Do they still "have the say"?                                           

Is where you live a key?                                                                                                   Does it set you free?      

Who will hold out their hands?                                                                                     To cushion your fall?    

Pick you up?                                                                                                                  After giving your all?                                            

So much has changed?                                                                                                 It's a different world today?

Are the words different?                                                                                                Same Old Song?

Where did it get others?                                                                                                 Did they survive "life's game"?

Will you walk or run?                                                                                                       Stand still or move around?

What's your purpose?                                                                                                   Will you finish or "drop out"?                                          

Same Old Song.                                                                                                               With a different beat.                                                                                                       We all carry around. 

Split and Run

We're so naive                                                                                                                   When it comes to kids.

We think it's "forever"                                                                                                          At least as long as we live.

Parents are important to needs.                                                                                         To eat, play and grow.

Like all animals --                                                                                                         The "newbies" learn and go.

Time passes quickly.                                                                                                   They move away.

Come home to visit.                                                                        Seldom to stay.

Or if they do,                                                                                                                   It's to use and to snooze.

They're still on their way.                                                                                               They search "What to do today.?"    

Our eyes were set on future times.                                                                               Their focus is on what can be "mine".

They dream so much.                                                                                                         They lose track of time.

Tomorrow is always another day.                                                                                       What difference now to sit and play?

Fingers scrolling, following,                                                                                           Eyes fixed and glowing.

Believing they'll find                                                                                                 Whatever they lost or "left behind".

So many believe                                                                                                           Life is theirs to control

Are we headed again.                                                                                                       To being told and to Serve?

Is that the only way to remove                                                                                         The kids who think they're "nerds"?

Who sit and dream far past their time                                                                         Believing the "right answer" shines

Simply because . . . It's Online!

Gabber Grabber

Sit down anywhere.                                                                                       Parade will start soon.

Look over your shoulder.

Grab a quick snack.

 

Finger and thumb ready?

Begin the “channel search”.

.

Like your Grandparents

You become mesmerized.

 

Food on the side

Eyes on the prize.

 

No. No. Really? 

No. No. Yeah! That’s it!

 

Focused and oblivious.

Living for the “ah ha moment”

 

One up. 

That’s what’s needed.

 

One down. 

Always good to have

 

Who needs News.

It’s everywhere we choose.

 

Don’t need their opinions.

They rise and fall, mine remain.

 

I’ll look anyway.

It’s my amusement.

Makes my day.

The Bogey Man Book

Look out, look away!                                                                                                     The Bogey Man.                                                                                                                 Is coming your way. 

From Diapers to Sports.                                                                                                    He slithers and slides. 

All the while busy.

To list you in his Book.

 

You’ve probably seen

Him walking ‘round town.

 

Eyes focused, head down,

Looking, looking, all around,

 

Laughing and calling

He knows us by name.

 

We think he’s a friend

That’s part of his game.

 

He offers great times

If we would just “sign”

 

His Registration Book

Showing we took a “look”

 

His success in conversion

Is based on your emersion.

Life styles, life changes,

You focus and sigh

No time to think twice!

 

The Bogey Man is real.

And, knows how to steal – 

From You!

Road Runner

I sit and wonder . . .                                                                                                         Is this my Past?                                                                                                      

If it is so,                                                                                                                         How will my Future go?

So many times I feel I wait.                                                                                             When all I want is to anticipate.

Have I moved too far, too fast?                                                                                       Am I going to be first or last?

My map's kind of cloudy.                                                                                                 My eyes see unclear.

This race that I've run?                                                                                                   Will I never see the Sun?

I feel alone yet I walk beside.                                                                                       Sometimes I need a different ride.

Why do I make messes . . .                                                                                           When what I want are mixtures.

Coming to a Crossroad . . .                                                                                         I've seen this place before.

It's not one I want to visit again.                                                                               Nothing draws me through the doors.                  

If I sit down I might not go on.                                                                                       If I stand still, there's no race to run.                                    

LIfe's supposed to get easier as we age.                                                                       The challenge is we're all on a "stage".

To see and be seen.                                                                                                       To walk and to run.  

I wait and I watch.                                                                                                              Tell the world, "I've had enough?"  

It's simple, my friend.                                                                                                       I do not give up.

I walk and I learn.                                                                                                             I stop and I turn.

For me it's the journey.                                                                                                 Not how the story ends.