Reflection on a Reflection

I was lookin' at myself in an SUV,
And I noticed how the thing was kinda shiny.
So I whipped out my camera with alacrity,
Took a picture and I found my head was tiny!

My brother and sister, well you gotta beware!
Distortion's never farther than a whiff of air.
Maybe I'm just jonesin' and I shouldn't care?
But it look so dern crazy and to that I'll swear.

My Baby between the Glasses

My
Baby
Stands
Between
Four glasses.
Beautiful, yes!
Four glasses
All shiny,
Failing,
Falling
Short.

Sidewalk Sunset

A sidewalk sunset is a wondrous thing;
It shows up all the cracks, you see, and dirt.
The lawn clippings lay framed in western sun
While the stones look to the camera and flirt.
All kinds of imperfections that get walked
On during the day become, voila! ART!!!

Jesus: King of the Road

Salvation offered free
For sinners just like me.
No dietary laws,
Not living for applause.
Ah, but.. he paid a price so dear
That's, I think, pretty clear.
He's a man of God, he is God.
King of the Road.

(music here)

A Song for Mid-Afternoon

When you're feeling weary
And bags hang from your eyes,
Sing this little song so sweet
And I will harmonize....

Rock-a-bye intern
Trying his best.
Some days get longer
Than he would have guessed.
Not that they're bad,
Because that's not true.
It's just that young interns
Get sleepy too.

Recovering from Solstice

In winter there's less light;
People complain of it.
Tepid sunshine
Is on offer.
Weak.

But,
As winter
Lingeringly drags,
Rays gird themselves
And take to the field again.

Administrative Banality

The Technorati gave me a code;
They said "You must use it or die!"
I avoid death like the bubonic plague.
So here it is guys. Want some pie?
KXYUT9K542FN

Banality with a Twist (a limerick)

There once was a man from Judea.
He was Jewish, not Sunni or Shia.
On vacation one day,
While he was away,
He drank a small glass of sangria.

Nuts!

I eat my peanuts split in two,
And never undivided.
Bifurcated nuts are great!
(Though sometimes they're derided.)

A Propos of Sainthood

Curious
That the team
Called by the name
Of Saints with a capital S
Hails form a city
Know for sin
Nawlins

It's like
Rome fielding
A team with a name
Like "Mighty Lutherans"
Slight disconnect
Theological?
Nope

Death Is Mistaken

I'll sometimes write poems for the church newsletter. This one was for the New Year.

Death is an ogre with vile intent.
Death is a feeling of malcontent.
Death is a hope that’s been killed in the womb.
Death is a life that lies down in a tomb.
Death loves to borrow, but never to lend.
Death likes to say that it is the end.
Death feels a warmth from a funeral pall.
Death thinks it’s lord and the master of all.

Death has been conquered and turned on its head.
Jesus took death and he killed it ‘til dead.

In the Dungeon (an ode to the juicer)

I'm goin' medieval on veggies.
I'm putting the fruit on the rack.
I'm using a high-powered juicer
And going out on the attack.
I no longer have any mercy.
I'll slay 'em and drink it all down.
Watch out, you vegetable matter!
There's a new boss in this here town.