Last Commented Lyric Poems (681)

A damsel in distress is just,
A female friend in need.
I shouldn't but I felt I must,
Mount up my trusty steed.

I'd only met her once before,
We'd chatted and we'd talked.
Of course I wanted something more,
But that move had been balked.

Seems she'd been in an accident,
Her foot needed repair,
So to the hospital she went,
To seek a surgeon's care.

The scalpel and the needles too,
Had left her in such pain.
That it would be a month or two,
Ere she could walk again.

Her roommate and her teenaged son,
Had been no help at all.
Clean dishes they had left her none,
Cat litter in the hall.

So armed with lunch for two I went,
To lend a helping hand.
Don't mind the hours that I spent,
They're merely grains of sand.

With dishes done I warmed our meal,
We ate it, ev'ry bite.
She said my cooking was ideal,
My pride was shining bright.

The hallway too, we tackled then,
It was an awful mess.
I didn't mind, I'd do again,
To help to ease her stress.

I'm hoping her recovery,
Will be complete and swift.
She said next time she'll come to me,
That gave me quite a lift.

So now I wait for her to call,
To say she's coming here.
I'm hoping in my bed she'll fall,
A thought I hold so dear.

My rusting armor has its flaws,
My motives so impure.
That gratitude may give her cause,
My lonliness to cure.

A little bit of magic,
Coming from within,
You see it in a twinkle,
A wicked little grin.

The drab and witless masses,
Life sentences, so grim.
Drag themselves from day to day,
No vigor and no vim.

But living in the moment,
Makes life a thrilling ride.
Life begins anew with,
Each changing of the tide.

Don't let the daily grind you,
Down to a lifeless drone.
Just let your spirit lift you,
Your heart and flesh and bone.

When life is an adventure,
Each moment seems to spin.
You know who's in the moment,
The magic shows within.

Kinda thin and kinda scrawny,
As I'm approaching sixty-one.
But I used to be so brawny,
When I was taut and firm and young.

I'm not hoping for perfection,
And I know that I'm not a kid.
A step in the right direction,
Just to slow up the downhill skid.

So each day I'm exercising,
And I'm eating more healthily.
And it's really not surprising,
The changes I'm seeing in me.

I'm now feeling so much stronger,
And I'm sleeping all through the night.
My workouts are getting longer,
And my spirits have taken flight.

I know I can't be young again,
But I still can have my health,
More quality of life and then,
Know that is the only real wealth.

Getting closer in time,
Getting closer in mind.
Although we're far apart,
You've invaded my heart.

When we meet, you and me,
We will finally see.
That when push comes to shove,
We are really in love.

Though it's not happened yet,
In my mind it is set.
And on that fateful day,
It will happen this way.

When together that night,
When I hold you so tight,
Heart to heart loin to loin,
Soul to soul we will join.

The third child born, the only girl,
A precious little thing.
And when she smiled the room lit up,
And caused the world to sing.

At two years old she'd just begun,
To run and feed herself.
Already curious about the books,
That sat upon my shelf.

Then tragedy unspeakable,
While fighting off the flu,
Immune system went haywire,
Her brainstem ravaged through.

She had to learn to walk and talk,
And use her hands again,
But doggedly she tried and tried,
I worried so back then.

Some gave up but not this one,
The bravest little girl.
She worked so hard and never quit,
To make it in this world.

Til finally she had come back,
Except one dragging foot.
The one worked fine but hard it was,
The other one to put.

She'd point down to her legs and scold,
The one that gave her trouble.
"Good foot, bad foot," she would say while,
Pointing one to other.

Then one day through my front door,
She walked so straight and tall.
And marched herself right up to me,
Without a limp at all.

Where I sat there upon the floor,
She shoved "bad foot" at me,
And wriggled it up in my face,
She grinned, said, "Pawpee, see?"

I cried then, and I'm crying now,
The tears of joy I shed.
For my precious little girl.
And those brave words she said.

As summer fades and autumn looms,
A feel of change so sweet.
A sleep before renewal as,
Leaves crunch beneath my feet.

I do not fear the change to come,
But welcome it complete.
So weary of the dog days now,
The dry, oppresive heat.

For each change of season brings,
A new world to enjoy.
The colors wild and beautiful,
For cam'ra to employ.

From photos I will paint the scenes,
Of autumn's lovely hues.
The reds and yellows, golds and browns,
That Mother Earth does use.

Imperfect as my art may be,
I do enjoy it so.
I do my best, it's all I can,
The wonders there to show.

The jester is a clever one,
Though a fool, as some may say.
At your expense he has his fun,
With your mind he makes his play.

He will jibe and jape at you,
With his mocking, clever wit.
And he will run you through and through.
With his sword each nerve will hit.

Don't give him the satisfaction,
Of causing your rile to raise.
He'll only take counter-action,
Make another fire to blaze.

So take it on your funny bone,
Allow him to have his fun.
Then later get him all alone,
Shoot him with your widdle gun.

A little buzz can make your day,
Give your spirit quite a lift.
A rose cloud on all you survey,
As realities you shift.

So, illegal though it may be,
I will exercise my rights,
To injest me some THC,
And give in to fancy's flights.

Although some may call it a sin,
I don't see what harm is done.
Just to take on a diff'rent spin,
And to have a little fun.

Sometimes difficult to obtain,
And expensive it may be,
Still my old friend Mary Jane,
Always there to comfort me.

Could not believe what I had seen,
All the horror and the killing.
How could anyone so cruel have been?
As if lives weren't worth a shilling.

But for each of those who destroyed,
A hundred heroes rose to save.
Ev'ry art and skill they employed,
Making sacrifices so brave.

Risking life and limb they went in,
To do ev'ry thing that they could.
And battles with death they did win,
As we always knew that they would.

And let us not ever forget,
The other victory that day.
Those who decided not to let,
The mad destroyers have their way.

Those heroic souls who fought back,
May they live on in memory.
The brave ones who thwarted attack,
Of United ninety-three.

The mourning came but never went,
It's going on to this day.
But in this war we'll not relent,
Nor let terror have its way.

A single mom at age fifteen,
A mind of her own, entire.
When women's lib came on the scene,
No changes were required.

She raised her daughter up to be,
Equally independent.
In ev'ry way, I have to say,
She was her mom's descendant.

She didn't like the "Grandma" name,
Being only thirty-five.
So Gan-gan was the name she chose,
When her first grandchild arrived.

She worked at jobs for other folks,
No time to be romantic.
My first memory of her work,
Shipping vitamins organic.

Her only child raised up and wed,
She started her own bus'ness.
And quite successful was she too,
To that I am a witness.

Chiropractors phones she answered,
Black phones with dials dismounted.
She never missed a call for them,
The only thing that counted.

Twice a year she would take time off
At Christmas and Thanksgiving.
On Black Friday, go downtown,
To do our Christmas shopping.

The window decorations charmed,
Our little eyes with wonder.
We'd stop and stare in rapt delight,
As the crowds around would thunder.

On streetcars we would make the trip,
Those special times with Gan-gan.
And memory still melts my heart,
Even now as an old man.