Hi again!

Well! I know it's been a while. The reason is...it's been my turn to write about something and I have absolutely no idea what to write about. Life is going well, there's school, and Becky is doing fantastic at her job orientation. So what I'm going to do is go ahead and put up some poetry. In my creative writing class we've been doing poetry for a while and I've written a bit. And so I'll put some up! Hope they aren't a complete waste of time. Here goes...

Something Like Santa

“There are three things I’ve learned never
to discuss with people: religion, politics,
and the Great Pumpkin.”
-It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown

If you need me,
I’ll be out in the garden
waiting for the Great Pumpkin.
Flying around giving toys
to all the people?
I can’t think of anything better.
Unless maybe it was those
boxes of 64 crayons
with the sharpener attached to the side
so that you never have to color
with a blunt pole of blue.
I can’t think of a better way
to make everyone happy.
It’s a must-do if we really want
world peace.
Just drop a 64 box for everyone and
let them try to figure out
the mystery scented crayon.
That’s what will make people happy.
Maybe the Great Pumpkin will come this year.

Sugar and Spice

Oh my lovely,
with your black sweatshirt covering
half of your face so that
only your closed eye and
half a nose is visible,
curled up into the tightest ball
under that quilt your friend made us
for the day we were married,
breathing in and out
deliberately
so as to taunt the mumbling fan
and the clicks of the keys on my computer,
whispering “hah! I am still asleep!”
Moments like these are when I know
that I am an undeserving fool
writing poetry on a Sunday morning
about your sleeping frame,
all the while loving you and
wishing you were awake with me.

I’ll Die Harder Than I Ever Lived

Losing breath has never felt so good, I decided,
through assiduous study of the lack of the air
that my lungs decided to expel. Of course my
ears had an unfamiliar slight sting, which was one
of the first signs that my exposure to what I’ve
heard referred to as the “wild side” has been
severely limited. Still, I never expected that
John McClane would be so blatantly raffish
while running through the streets of New York
trying to catch that Simon from blowing up
more buildings. Of course, thinking about it
from a personal point of view, I don’t think
I would act much differently in his situation.
Does that mean I’m not as good as I think?
Or that these “bad influences” that parents
always warn us about are really normal people?
Either way it makes me wonder just a little
bit as I turn up the volume to pay better attention
to the upcoming gunfight. Bring it on John.

Well there you go. Hope you have a great day!