Silence

Silence, to the harried soul,

Can be a welcome guest. 

But over time it just becomes

A loud, obnoxious pest. 

©2011 Cleggo

A Case of Mistrust on a Saturday Night

Night is upon me and I’m growing tired

Of what life has shown me. I’m so uninspired. 

This day delivered its share of distress.

Maybe tomorrow will bring peace and rest.

You hope and you pray for one special thing

With anticipation of joy it will bring.

It taunts and it teases, just out of your reach

And you find you don’t practice the things that you preach. 

I look to the heavens with my heart in one hand

And the other one shaking a fist.

Why would you mess up this thing that I planned

And leave me forsaken like this?

Truth comes a calling as I lay in my bed.

The gift I thought golden was silver instead. 

All other blessings, they slip from my sight. 

It’s a case of mistrust on a Saturday night. 

I look to the heavens, I’m shaking my fist.

This isn’t at all what I planned. 

Why would you leave me forsaken like this?

Well, finally, I understand. 

Night is upon me and I’m growing tired

Of what life has shown me. I’m so uninspired. 

This day delivered its share of distress.

Maybe tomorrow will bring peace and rest.

©2011 Cleggo

Easy on the Eyes

Yessiree, without a doubt

She’s easy on the eyes.

Except the ones she gouges out

So just be careful, guys.

©2011 Cleggo

A Lack of Rein

While being dragged by a runaway horse,

I found it is good to know

When to hold on to the reins 

And when to let them go.

©2011 Cleggo

Friends

Of all the friends throughout our lifetime,

None can be compared

To those among that fellowship   

With whom our youth is shared.

©2011 Cleggo

The Bends

Some folks claim to have the power

To bend spoons just by thinking.

Well, I have bent more than my share

Of golf clubs just by stinking. 

©2011 Cleggo

As Noses Go

Having escaped from the rest of the face,

The nose went skipping along.

Taking delight in every place

Where it knew it didn’t belong.

©2011 Cleggo

15 Items Or Less

The sign says “15 Items”

And he has ninety-eight.

As anger burns,

My ice cream turns

Back to its liquid state.

Express Love

It’s difficult to conjure up

That “Love thy neighbor” feeling,

When they beat you to the express lane

With their cart stacked to the ceiling. 

©2011 Cleggo

Phases

My phaser had two settings,

But I installed one more. 

When “STUN” and “KILL”

Won’t fill the bill,

I set it on “IGNORE”.

©2011 Cleggo