Poem: Mommy's Song

Mommy’s Song

Mommy wants a happy piece
And mommy reads this site
Thinks I’m sad if words are blue
It’s not that black and white

Sometimes lines express a rage
Plus pain’s an artist’s tool
Mommy needs some chipper verse
Though happy writes less cool

Tends to fret between the lines
Implies much more intent
Visions shift to darkest dread
While Scott just needs to vent

Here it is your sunny rhyme
All life is blessed with joy
Mommy’s song has filled a page
From mommy’s "happy" boy

Copyright SGW 2005

Footnote: " " to mess with her just a bit more.

Poem: Lazy Summer

Lazy Summer

Lazy summer day down at Ocean Grove
Senses find the beach’d be a treasure trove
Listening for the sounds of the surf and gulls
Careful of the tide as it grips and pulls
Waves crack on the coastline from the Hurricane, Irene
Not the only storm these parts have known or seen

But me, I’m just a watcher
I’ll sit and play this role
Transcriber of the wonder
With subtle hyperbole

Wade into the water to a whole new world
Quiet ‘neath the current in my midst unfurled
Skim along the surface ‘till the shoreline drops
Horizon lies before me and it never stops
Sand cakes up my pockets as the sun beats down
Drying in the breeze while walking back to town
Sidewalks filled with lunchers and an ice cream stand
Little boy in chocolate from his foot to hand

But me, I’m just a watcher
I’ll sit and play this role
Transcriber of the wonder
With subtle hyperbole

Sitting with a cricket by a shade tree shield
Squirrels playing tag out in an open field
Gazing at the strollers as they come and go
All the pretty women with the suntanned glow
Top ten reasons Jesus betters drinking beer?
Give an ounce of thought he’d hold to wine more dear

But me, I’m just a watcher
I’ll sit and play this role
Transcriber of the wonder
With subtle hyperbole

Lazy summer Sunday in the afternoon
Rustling wisps of grass upon an old sand dune
Boats out in the distance gently sway and swing
Bi-plane in the sky with endless ads they bring
Sun begins to fade another day draws close
Feel the water flowing in between my toes

But me, I’m just a watcher
I’ll sit and play this role
Transcriber of the wonder
With subtle hyperbole

But me, I’m just a watcher
I’ll sit and play this role
Transcriber of the wonder
With subtle hyperbole

Copyright SGW 2005

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Poem: Remembrance

Remembrance

Absence is a gentle healer,
Erasing anguish with spent time.
Blows of inflicted suffering
Become absorbed in subtle grace,
And souls move on to renewal.

Lest safety become too assured,
Unexpected pains reappear;
Stabbing hard at a tender heart;
Confronting what was deemed long gone.

Shaped by a familiarity
The mind drifts to happier days;
Testaments of love forgotten.

Constant thought during sleepless nights
Finds lost moments that once sprung forth.

Remembrance leaves clouded visions.

Copyright SGW 2005