Tag: Poetry

Summer Bar-b-q

As the sun hangs over the horizon,
And the swelter of the day fades away,
I look for comfort with meat on a bun,
And a beer with its glistening display.
I have put away all of my papers;
Their beckoning can wait another day,
The eternal workload never tapers,
And right now, it is time for me to play.
On this porch, I’ve gathered my closest friends
To help forget about the week-long fray;
Instead, to think about where the week ends,
And how within it, I would like to stay.
So let’s enjoy the simplest of meals
To engage in this time we get to steal.

Airport Reunion

The crowds continually flow out the gate
Into the city which they landed in.
I look at each new face to indicate
The memory of the one who has been
In my mind since the last time I saw her.
It takes a trip to the local airport
To initiate the loneliness cure
That my heart has recently had to court.
But the passengers keep passing me by
Not showing the face of the one I love,
So I scab the crowd until I descry
That she has returned from her flight above.
I am always amazed by this strange feat
When we find that moment when our eyes meet.

The Last Day of School

When you have put in the all the final grades,
And cleaned the papers from your cluttered room;
You can watch as the year’s memory fades
As the potential of the summer blooms.
Will you ever remember this school house
When the key turns on last time in the lock,
And the neon hallway lights have been doused,
Ticking the last moments of the clock?
The next year, they will start it up again
With a new face there to greet the students,
And there might be some who recall a when
Where you were there, a part of those present.
It is a bittersweet kind of goodbye
When the time has come to go off and fly.

Rainy Sundays

O! To have one of those rainy Sundays
Where the remote finds itself in my hand,
And my mind seeks comfort in a deep haze
Because nothing for me, anyone planned.
I may have to wander to the kitchen
To satisfy my grumbling stomach
With a bowl full of quick junk food fixin’s,
And a cold beverage I had to make.
Sometimes I will look outside the window
At the dark cloud threatening to drop rain,
And since I have no place I need to go,
I do not need to bother to complain.
I will nestle further into my chair
To spend all this day not giving a care.

Summer Bar B-Q

The smell of chicken wafts over the grill,
Blending with the puffy cloud afternoon.
The sweat of the bottle matches the thrill
Of not having anything to do soon.
A cool breeze feels good against my bare skin,
And I join it by rocking in my chair.
I watch the sun curve to the mountain rim
As it will soon become my only care.
I enjoy sharing this meal with loved ones
During the early part of the summer
Because I know how it is that time runs
Where there’s few moments we can number.
We must make the most of the ones we can
To live fully within our short life span.

One-Hundred Pounds

All I own is under one-hundred pounds
That I lug in bags around the airport.
It’s what I’ll live with when I hit the ground,
When this country I finally abort,
And I land in a place that’s far away
With a language I do not understand.
It’s not much; it will start me on my way
With a lifestyle that’s simply planned.
I can only take what I really need;
Everything else I’ll get while I am there.
I’ll hold each treasure with a certain greed,
And treat them with a special kind of care.
It is funny the choices I have made,
But I appreciate the price I’ve paid.

American Road Trip

There is not a lot to do in a car
Traveling down America’s highways.
Though the distance to go is very far,
We wish we could skip these tedious days
Of watching endless fields of golden grain
Go by outside the passenger window.
There’s never going to be a refrain
To the tick of the monotonous show.
I turn the dial looking for music
That can turn this boring day exciting,
But the stations I can find are tragic
Because it is only Christians talking.
I think I am about to lose my grip
As I continue on this long road trip.

The Final Report

You like to hold up the love of your son
As proof he is the head of his classes,
But when you look at all that he has done,
He is just another of the masses.
You cannot claim that he is the smartest
Just because you wish for it to be so.
You just need to see him taking a test
That you’ll recognize him to be below.
Maybe if you engaged in his learning
And tried to grow in his abilities
Then the longings in which you are yearning
Would be worthy of the praise that you tease.
Practice in the art of education,
And stop with this grade negotiation.

Saying Goodbye

This will be the last time I will come here
Because I do not see any return,
And now that I know that the end is near
To see it one last time, my heart does yearn.
I know I have walked down this path before,
But I still marvel at the sights to see,
They take me back to the places of yore
That will take from me a minimal fee.
But I know that a snapshot will not do
To capture the way this path makes me feel
Because when I look back at what I knew,
I will wonder if it was ever real.
I just need to enjoy it while I can,
Not worrying about some future plan.

The Final Tour

This has been my favorite restaurant
Ever since we arrived in this country,
But the last time I visited, I can’t
Remember when. There was too much to see,
Such as those ruins of Roman design,
Or the Treasury carved into the cliff,
Both of which are a sight that’s so divine
That to see them, it is truly a gift.
I am glad to have seen them one last time
Before I shake off the dust of this land
For a place with a more tropical clime,
And other attractions that are so grand.
To not see them again will choke my craw,
So I’m the tour of the last hurrah.