Pothole

Traveling along,
radio playing
singing along
no one can hear
the happy noises I am making.

Horizon's promising
a glorious day
God's finger tips
breaking the clouds
and touching the earth,
rays of brightness
that break through
darker clouds,
bursts of light
that transform
gloomy to
Magnificent.

Oblivious
to the darkness,
seeing only
the grace
laying before me.

Suddenly
my car dips
into a hole that
was hidden behind
the light.

Slamming hard,
loudly exclaiming
curses!
and trying to hold
the wheel steady.

My momentum
decreasing rapidly
as the damage from
that unseen
pothole
makes itself known.

Rolling over to the
side,
car limping
anguish over the damage
already churning
in my gut.

Finally
coming to a stop.
Sitting behind the wheel
dazed, unable
to move out
to view how bad it might be.

Wishing
that I did not have
to open that door.
Wishing that I had
sailed over or past
that hole.

Head goes back;
I stare at the inside roof.,
then close my eyes.
Wondering if
I want to know
just how bad it is.
Delaying the
truth
for just a little while
longer.

Mistakes

What can we say about our past
but that we cannot repeat it?

We move forward
but are sometimes overwhelmed
by memories.

Hindsight, being what it is,
a great view into
what should have been,
fixes nothing.

If only we had that ability
to snatch back mistakes
before we commit them.

Then the "what if's" would disappear
and all mistakes
would never happen.

Supposing, is the ear worm,
the wish to correct our mistakes
before they happen;
it keeps repeating
at different times in our heads.

Fond memories are cherished.
But the ones that cause the "if's"
are a persistent mental bugger,
that pop up occasionally
causing toss and turns at night.

I wish my mind would not
wander there, that black void
of mistakes that  I wish I could
take back.

It is so frustrating to know
my own mistakes
placed me where I am
today.

Apologies to time
won't rectify
what went wrong.

The Ol' Gray fart

For old times sake....I felt semi-inspired.

Singing..."The ol' gray fart
he ain't what he used to be,
ain't what he used to be..."

well..hmm..maybe that is not true.
Some people never change.
They just change partners.

'Wondering if he has
already cheated and
lied about it?'
( taps fingers and thinks)
The magic eight ball says 'Most likely'
Wonder if ' Mommy' even has a clue
about how you do the things you do.

Oh well...hey!
You are getting older too!
HA!
oops....sorry..that just burst out.

Singing again..
"The Ol' gray fart he ain't what
he used to be....well. I take that back,
one part still is, minute and in control.

A very Happy Un-birthday to you.

In 5 more years you just might be worth talking to...might.

To someone anyway.
Whomever that person may be.

Maybe Number 4???? ( does a cheer leader jump!
rah rah..and all that stuff.)

You go!  Hugh Hefner.

I would not be surprised one whit.
Your ego makes up for your....

I Could make a rhyme with that...
but that phrase has already been taken
by a previous partner.

Happy B-Day...
to the mighty betrayer.

The New Year

Putting a toe
over the line,
a tentative launch
into the New Year.

A quick glimpse
to the left and right,
making sure the coast is clear,
and lifting the other foot
a small step forward.

Grin spreading
(a devil may care smirk even)
widening into a full blast
smile, tilting my chin up in defiant joy!
Knowing I can choose to be more
and succeeding.

Now my body in motion,
forward momentum, arms
swinging, knees pumping
from a small step into a sprint.

The future is just over that
horizon,
waiting to share it's days
of laughter,
it's moments of triumph,
the small treasures
that make a happy life.

Watch me stride!
Now laughing with tears,
Now ready and still
stubborn as hell,
I go forth into the New Year
welcoming the days ahead.

k
'Happy 2013 to All!'