Do you ever feel
stuck in the lurch,
even if you wanted,
you can't go to church.

A simple February muse,
is about the two's.
Who says they do?
Why, 2021, 21, 02.
Simple words, in kind
lost in my mind.

My verse is lame,
like a three legged dog.
It could be worse,
like a two legged frog.
A frog who would jump
and land on its face.
Oh what a failure;
a frog jumping disgrace.

A blanket of snow,
covers the ground.
The silence is golden,
with no noise around.
We are stuck at home,
while very much alive.
It is moments like this
when I want a four wheel drive.

I listen, with great aplomb.
Some one said I've written a bomb.
How to react, when you have heard,
the definition of an absurd word?
Respond gracefully, is what you do.
Not with anger, but a thank you.
Thanks for inputting your words, lame,
perhaps I will write a new refrain.

Talent comes and the talent
will soon formant,
if the skill you have
is a compliment.
Come you now, forlorn soul,
you can repent,
if the words your hear,
are heaven sent.
It matters not to me,
for this bent,
as long as you still
pay me your rent.

The words in my head,
keep spinning around,
much like a new blender,
but without any sound.
So why does it happen?
My words aren't renown,
unless you have mistaken me
for an old, foolish clown.

Something odd has come
over me,
for I know not who
I be.
I see I walk on two
feet, mine,
but notice I have a pair of
crooked arms
So what do you suppose
I be,
when it is only a reflection
I see?
A new normal is now on
its way.
A far different kind than we
have today.

What do you say?
Who do you see,
When the World
is not
your cup of tea?

The dog was young,
with a nose,
both wet and runny.
Pet me now,
rub my tummy,
wipe my nose,
all wet and runny.

I was sitting in the corner
of a smoke filled saloon.
A jukebox was playing a new,
Rock 'n Roll, Chuck Beery tune.
Having a beer, with a friend,
was my plan, for the night.
Have a drink and be mellow,
and avoid getting in a fight.
It was then I saw her.
She was sitting at the bar.
Her hair long; pulled up tight.
The laugh, I heard, was, well,
like the sound of a beautiful bell.
She looked my way, only twice.
No eye contact; not to me.
It was my entertainment of the night,
for there wasn't more, to be.

Scrambled eggs and bacon,
Rye toast on the side,
Is my favorite breakfast
Or when I can't decide,
If Oatmeal is my fore,
On this morning bright.
I am so hungry
After a sleepless night.

Along the shores,
of the Great Lake's water,
there grew weeds and willow trees,
with long limbs touching the surface,
of the lakes body. There lived a
man, you might mention, if you knew
of his presence. Stood he tall and
unassuming; purveying all his domain.
Here he lived unprotected. Here he
would live his life again.
He was the Captain of his making;
A strength of one, who only knew,
his was the last recollection,
of his world, from which he grew.
Go you now, with soul so pure,
resist the evil, on this day.
Stay with us, with your strength,
in this land where you pray,
where we all of us now belong.
Stay the course, remain you here,
be the strength, be thee strong.

A mind
at fault,
a mind
at rest,
isn't good,
isn't best.

For hours he fought.
Four hours he thought.
For ever the light.
Foremost the sight.
Forlorn on this day.
Forgotten, I can say.

No more the evening napping,
or the crowds of people clapping,
as I left my home on the shore,
of the clear water of Lake Lenore.
(to be continued, perhaps)

"Jumping on the Jim Jam",
throwing on the brakes,
we will rid this Country
of all those who hate,
for the life of our brothers
we do not control their fate,
to provide a fair environment
as it is, what we can make.

Gazing out the window,
on this dreariest day.
Brings the realization,
Winter is here to stay.
Will this be a season
of rain, all of the day?
A season, so somber,
I need to say,
"Give us some sunlight
and many days without grey".

Word after word
drops from my head.
It's ten minutes to four,
go back to bed.
Get you some sleep,
fall asleep soon
or you will still be
sound asleep at noon.

It matters not, from where the wind blows,
or if it is rainy and then turns to snows.
I only want to keep my ears warm
and have on my boots, protecting my toes.