An Ode to the Fringe

An ode to the fringe
To the many who stray
Who walk on the edge
Feet in the fray

To the ones who communicate
With the out and the in
The ones who have sampled
What others call sin

To you who apologize
With sarcasm and jest
For not being like
All of the rest

I commend you for walking
A path of your own
Yet keeping the doors open
So all may be shown.

It's been a long time

Here I am yet again
With computer and no pen
I've figured out nothing new
Having gotten several a clue
And a rooster courting this hen.

Lots of nothing

I have lots to say today
But I won't be saying it
I'm keeping it all at bay
Cuz that's just how I see fit

My friend Don Sewell

Sitting at home on my bed leaning on a stack of pillows. The willows blowing in my head. I've said this before. I've walked out a door. He's dead, he's dead. My friend is also on a stack of pillows, but for our sake not his, he's dead. Propped up out of courtesy to our adversity of death. Only this I did not see, as I grieve late. Missed the date, of your arrival someplace else. The one where a person is supposed to be happier, but this is sappier than I can partake in. So I close my eyes that are wet from your energy, trapped in me. I let you flow out, my tears, showing me fears and a pure love to remember you by. Like cherry pie, you were one of my favorites.

Sleepy

There is nothing to write
I'm cold with no light
But I just had to add
A poem, albeit sad
Before I lay down for the night

Another silly morning

I make a good cup of coffee
My taste buds tell me so
It makes me a little bit hoppy
And it gets me on the go

Alas again I've woken to
These rhyming words and phrases
I certainly go through my share
Of strange and funny phases

NIMS training

I have been sitting at a computer all day training in National Incident Management Systems. Sounds fun huh? Well, it sort of is, partly because I let my creative side out every so often. When I do that here's what happens.

NIMS

She helps ensure consistency
In a world that can change instantly
By reading the notes
On the tails of white coats
High up in the industry