The grand tour begins with the end of our days.
It’s the chance of a lifetime in so many ways.
There’s dining, dancing and then nightly plays.
Adventures await with views that amaze.
Space is quite limited, as are the beds.
Bikes are allowed as are your sleds.
We’ve goggles for eyes and helmets for heads.
We’ve ice cold drinks and jams for breads.
Its best that you hurry before it’s too late.
So write your checks now, why tempt your fate.
You’ll be envied by all, won’t that be great.
You can double the fun when bringing a date.
Mornings begin with a glorious sunrise.
The party starts when you open your eyes.
But first we’ve coffee, eggs and home fries.
Clothing is optional so forget useless ties.
If you like naps we’ve plenty of space.
If you like sports you can enter a race.
There are no losers or fallers from grace.
Time is scheduled to match your pace.
We meet at the station at ten on the dot.
But if you’re late we’ll save you a spot.
If you’re early you can borrow a cot.
Because dreams are best when awake we’re not.
If you’re having manopause a guynecoligyst you must see.
They’ll gently cup your stuff and ask you how you pee.
It should come as no surprise, it happens when we age.
There’s little cause for worry and no need for any rage.
As we all grow older things will begin to move.
Sometimes things won’t work even when we’re in the groove.
The pain at times can rightly get us scared.
But if the boys were gone you know you’d feel weird.
If you just felt a twinge your time is soon to come.
But if you feel anything it’s better than being numb.
I know I’m not a doctor, but I know one thing for sure.
To keep the golden nuggets, wishing is not a cure.
Confusion is life
Befuddlement is wonder
If not – try harder
Seek to entertain
And be entertained seeking
Seek not and be not
Write of what’s known?
Than to write would be easy
When one knew nothing
Classic Rock Edition
Let Her Be
Mother Nature will be free
Please sun, let her be
Sometime there’s a place
Where all I see is your face
I can’t leave it now
Dreamers all are we
Our imaginations joined
Worlds, minds and hearts freed
Awaken Flight –
Cocooned larva’s night
Silken rest for mornings light
Freeing wings of flight
Write Time –
I have read so much
about writing, I ran out
of my time to write
Drunk Love –
Alcohol is the
Mothers milk of orphans
Drink deep, die alone
Classic Rock Edition 3
I can’t get your reaction
And I tried haiku
Time for a feeling
Dreams of rock and roll tonight
Living on haiku
Please give me a kiss
Muffins don’t get down like this
Immature I’m not
I’m a wise caterpillar
Not ready for flight
Draft quick, edit well
Then rewrite at your pleasure
Step back and enjoy
Sad poems unfinished
Fill time’s empty sheets with tears
Let’s all build a castle with some turrets and a moat.
Perhaps on an island reached only in a boat.
Built with our experience, we’re heavily fortified.
Nirvana lies within, unseen from the outside.
Visitors are always welcome. But your journey will be long.
There is no turning back, there is no being wrong.
When the door does open, quickly do step in.
Grab a stone, climb the stairs; it’s where you will begin.
Harmony will fill our time and slumber will fill our needs.
Petty wants and desires found but never feeds.
With the dawn arisen, with cheers we will feast.
The nightmares now are over; we’ve tamed our daily beast.
Years may pass and maybe more, but your day will come.
The steps that you’ve chosen are now greater than their sum.
Rising ever higher, the sky will come into view.
The dream is nearly reached but the rest is up to you.