"What' It's Like to Be With Me"

I sat down to write some lyrics
. Words to make you feel again
Words that wrap my arms around you
. As the ink flows from my pen.

I could finish by December
. And hang them on your tree
Wake and sing them to remember
. What it's like to be with me.
March 6, 2010

"Between Is Far and Few"

I try to imagine
. Walking out with you
. . Just stepping out
. . . Into the crowds
To put ourselves on view.

The people turn
. They take us in
. . They catch their breath at you.

They glare at me
. As if to say
. . Who is this man?
. . . He has a chance?
Between is far and few.
March 3, 2010

"Never Too Soon"

It's never too soon
. To learn from the old
. . For we're all old too soon.
March 3, 2010

"Just Lookin'"

I know that you know I been lookin'
Been lookin' at you for a while
Maybe you think I been hopin'
Been hopin' you'd look back and smile.

But I'm lookin' at you and I'm guessin'
How many have looked with a sigh
How many have gazed on the blessin'
A gift to us all from on High.

For me I'm not ropin' or fishin'
Not hopin' that you'll turn my way
I'm thankin' the Lord for Creation
And wishin' that He'll let you stay.
March 1, 2010

"Our Community Place"

First word is 'Our', first word of all
. And that's the word that heeds the call
To aid our fellow human being
. With all his ills, all he's fleeing.

Next we have 'Community'
. To forge a group within a city
A shield to scorn, a bane to pity
. It gives us all immunity.

Not least of all, but it's the last
. A board for you to break your fast
A space where you forget your past
. A 'Place' for all, and may it last.
February 25, 2010

"Share Our Bread"

And so the World is in your face
. A loss of roof is your disgrace
They tossed you out for acting up
. Streets are cold, no place to sup
You'd make things up, if just you could
. You'd fix it all, we know you would
Meantime you stumble, you can't keep pace
. You find it hard to save your face
Come share our bread and quit the race.
February 25, 2010

"My Thoughts to Clear"

I have had my Muse
. Like Michelangelo
I felt the pull of Love
. Not in terra, but al cielo.

His a Cavilieri
. Mine a Cavalier
He to sculpt the marble
. I my thoughts to clear.
January 1, 2010

"Hope Is a Bitch"

Hope is a bitch
. I wish I could meet her
Hangin' out down by the watering hole
. She'd be with her friends
You know the ones . .
. Faith, Grace, Chastity, and Chance.

I'd say a few words
. I'd put it right to her:
"Why do you do what you do?
. Why spring eternal?
. . Why offer yourself
Then take it away with a grin?"
January 1, 2010

"In the Beginning"

In the Beginning . .
. God made Sun
. . And God made Sea
And God made you, and He made me.

In the Beginning . .
. The Sun did shine
. . The Sea did roar
It tossed us both upon the shore.

In the Beginning . .
. When I saw you
. . And you saw we
Then Life began, beneath a tree.

In the Beginning . .
. When waters rose
. . And lapped the sand
I told the World how Life began.
January 1, 2010

"Save One"

First convo, save one
. A chat amongst the first
. . I said you had ten years
. . . To satisfy your thirst.

. . . Now a decade more
. . The drinking hums along
. It helps you with your life
It helps you with your song.

But you recall that night
. The night when'ere we spoke
. . As now a New Year dawns
. . . Will you apply the yoke?
January 1, 2010

More Limericks

There once was a cabbie named Sig
He thought he should find a new gig
He'd get a job
As head of the mob
If he could just cover the vig.
December 14, 2009

There once was a D.J. named Joe
To tune-lover he proved quite a foe
"All music is mine!"
He said with a whine
"The Community? That's just for show!"
November 23, 2009

There once was a pastor named Ron
He read the Good Book like the Don
He could be the Godfather
And cut all the bother
If he'd quit running hither and yon.
November 6, 2009

There once was a cardinal named Farrell
His faith in the Church was in peril
He cast off his robes
And trimmed his earlobes
Now he's found a new faith name of Rachel.
October 21, 2009

There once was a redhead named Em
She turned on her own countrymen
She met a Canuck
With a big hockey puck
Now they bankrupt the U.S. health system.

Limericks

There once was an intern named Gracie
Who said that she worked at Our Placie
But we checked her "work"
And discovered a quirk:
The evidence was all prima facie.
November 23, 2009

There once was a biker named Lars
He'd live his whole life without cars
He biked to Peru
To prove it was true
But flew home in a jet through the stars.
November 4, 2009

There once was an artist named Abbey
Her mood switched from cheery to crabby
Unless she could sew
A ribbon or bow
On your costume if she deemed it shabby.
November 4, 2009

There once was a girl named Rebekah
She set off in search of Mecca
But found OCP
Where the suppers are free
Now she skips all her nursing school lectures.
September 21, 2009


There once was a mascot named "Smokey"
Whose owner was old, slow and pokey
So he'd run around
The OCP ground
Till the Irishman said "Okey Dokey!"

There once was a painter named Teig
Who kept all his tools in a bag
If you needed a tune
He'd yank his harpoon
And beat out "The OCP Rag".