Wednesday, January 4, 2012

no more sunsets...by james robert

i looked westward
at the sun's final curtain
but the colors had vanished
of that i am certain

gone were the golds
and the purples and blues
they had all disappeared
like yesterday's news

unable to accept it
unwilling to try it
i screamed to the gods
i'm not going to buy it

give me the light show
at the end of my days
the magnificent sky
and painted sun's rays

the god's responded
that they would restore my hues
but they would have to cancel
the six o'clock news

so my world will now
be a much better place
sans the daily bad news
yet with god's daily grace

Jul 22, 2011
Happy Birthday Lori Lynn...by james robert

nothing but well wishes
sent your way
yesterday,
tomorrow,
but especially today

nothing but the best
sent all these miles
a candle lit cake,
a raised glass,
so many smiles

nothing sent to you
except to say
be well,
God bless you,
and Happy Birthday

11/14/2011
Last call for Christmas...by james robert

the stocks were hung with wall street like flair
while the stench of occupation filled much of the air
in d.c., the dog and pony show played
as social security braced for a non-partisan raid

in mid-eastern places they were dropping like flies
between damascus and tehran and all of their lies
in europe was a mood of the utmost thanks
in no small part to bernanke's world banks

the u.n. and epa taxed more oil, gas and coal
with income distribution a most certain goal
holder and his doj were lying like rugs
which one must expect when dealing with thugs

the unvetted usurper; organizer-in-chief
continues to prove he is 99% thief
with best buddies like trumka, soros, etal
he can hardly wait for the country to fall

so while we can, raise a glass to him on high
for the truth is wounded and may soon die
so while we can, let's honor the day of his birth
from boston to london to hong kong to perth

soon hillary, barry the aclu and more
may tell this season's story as never before
soon we may hear that allah is the reason
for this time of the year; this merry season

12/23/2011
Hither, Thither and Yon...by james robert

Sometimes we're too busy living
to recognize an obvious gift;
sent from above, through an act of love,
to provide a much needed lift. 

Sometimes the past or the future
keeps us out of the present tense.
Instead of counting our blessings,
we count sheep jumping a fence.

Sometimes we forget we're all renters
who will soon be moving on.
Some go hither, some go thither,
and the rest i suppose to yon!

1/4/2012