Lightning Bugs in a Jar

Lightning Bugs in a Jar

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A Poetic Average Joe

Some are written to tug at heart strings;
Some are written to tickle the funny bone;
Some are written as romantic love themes;
Some are written about being alone.

Diversity is my objective;
Creativity, my artistic aim;
I am just your regular, average Joe,
With no credentials or writing fame.

I hide behind the mantra
That I write simply to please myself;
Not admitting out loud to anyone,
Dreams of poems adding to my wealth.

There are many others out there
Who behave just like me;
Pouring our souls into rhyming words
And calling it poetry.

Very few will be successful
Or achieve such wide acclaim,
But lacking this recognition
We’ll keep writing just the same.

So I’ll keep creating average poems,
By a regular, average Joe,
And hang on to my day job,
But, of my dream, I won’t let go.

My Rescued Heart

The sun has shined brighter ever since that day
Destiny made our paths cross
I was stunned to find out I could feel this way
My cynicism about love was lost
The shadows wherein my heart did lay
Due to failed love I so often saw
Melted in the brightness you sent my way
Proving its darkness a terrible flaw
Just because others have loved and failed
Didn’t mean it would happen to me
I knew the moment I saw you love would prevail
For the rest of my eternity

From a cynical world that was lonely and dark
Your aura, so bright, has rescued my heart

Take Aways

You can take away my job
Another line of work I will find
You can take away my hair
Going bald I really don’t mind
You can take away my friends
I am comfortable all alone
You can take away my gadgets
I have no use for a cell phone

You can take away my memories
My past is best forgot
You can take away my possessions
I really don’t have a lot
You can take away my money
I will live a beggar’s life
I could get used to no more nagging, so
You can take away my wife

You can take away my sight
For I can still see without my eyes
You can take away my wardrobe
I like being naked, no surprise
You can take away my house
With a shopping cart I will roam
But you cannot take away my words
I’ve secured them in my poems

The Battle Between Evil and Good

The battle between evil and good rages inside us all;
Seeds of sin and generosity are planted deep within;
Our moral compass will determine which way we fall.

The path we tread is not predetermined by a genetic law;
Each of us face the same temptations of good and sin;
The battle between evil and good rages inside us all.

This dichotomy is not the result of any particular flaw;
Our environment and guidance we get influences where we begin;
Our moral compass will determine which way we fall.

Sometimes the good and evil get passed around like a ball,
As we try each out to help determine where we might fit in;
The battle between evil and good rages inside us all.

Our capacity to win this battle depends upon us all
Helping each other with their own battle to win;
Our moral compass will determine which way we fall.

So understand if in your brother evil you saw,
He has not yet conquered the bad seed planted within;
The battle between evil and good rages inside us all;
Our moral compass will determine which way we fall.

Proud of My Journey Through Life

On my journey through life
I carry with me, pride;
Keeping it under control
With some humility on the side.

I am proud of my heritage,
And those who’s last name that I share;
My parents and my siblings
All helped to get me here.

I am proud of my children,
And the adults they’ve become;
And proud of my grandchildren
With whom I’ll have much fun.

I am proud of my accomplishments,
As limited as they may be;
I found they were sufficient enough
To provide for my family.

I am proud of these poems I write,
Though they may lack artistic flare;
I am even proud of the simple fact
That, gracefully, I lost my hair.

And I find now that my life’s journey
Is beginning to near it’s end,
The pride doesn’t start to fade –
It only gets deepened.

So please don’t think of me
As being arrogant;
But, I am proud of my journey through life
And how my time was spent.

Simply Said

Love poems are written
By better men than I
I am not that outside-your-window
Serenading kind’a guy

My proposal wasn’t offered
Bent down upon one knee
Romantic sonnets I cannot read
I trip up on the word “thee”

But romance is not foreign
In the heart of this old man
Although showing it extemporaneously
May be out of my command

I am hopeful that with three little words
My romantic side can shine through
As I look you straight in the eye
And simply say, “I love you”