Category Archives: Poetry

Second Chance?!?

Step right up! Get your second chance!
Second chances here today,
Another might not come your way,
No way to tell, no way to say,
Some never get a single one,
Count your old self lucky son!
The universe just gave you two,
Hope that you know what to do,
Do whatever it demands,
Grab that chance with both your hands,
Hug it hard, don’t let it go,
It’ll not come by again you know,
Use your hands, your head, your heart,
Give all you’ve got right from the start,
Then if all goes well, these words you heed,
A second chance will be all you need!

Six Years So Far in Sweden

Six years so far in Sweden,
For the most part have been good.
I’ve tried hard to be lagom and,
Do what a good Swede would.
I learned the Swedish language
And I did the best I could.
But I still don’t hurdy gurdy,
As well as I think I should.

Six years so far in Sweden,
Have not been all that bad.
And yet there are still certain things,
That make me kind of sad.
I feel out of place on holidays,
And I miss my mom and dad.
Though my Swedish family loves me,
And to see them makes me glad.

Six years so far in Sweden,
All the laughter and the tears.
Six years of glorious vinglögg,
And watery Swedish beers.
Six years of not quite fitting in,
Of culture shock and fears.
Six years so far in Sweden,
Have been strange and wonderful years.

In Response To The Question “10 or 20 years ago did you expect to be where you are now?”

No, not this, that much is true,
Could not foresee what I’ve been through,
How much I’ve lost, how much I’ve learned,
The dreadful cost, the bridges burned,
But nonetheless I stand here now,
Slightly battered but refuse to bow,
Seen things I never would have seen,
Become a man I never would have been,
And despite all odds I have remained,
For I know my past can’t be regained,
I own every choice I ever made,
Though I sometimes wish they’d been replayed;
As with my past and present day,
My future choice will shape the way,
20 years before I’d not seen this,
20 years from now life could be bliss,
Bumps may come, a break, a bruise,
But my future is shaped,
By the way I choose.

SEX ADDICT?

The question,
Caught me off guard,
And it was hard,
At the time,
To answer,
But chances are,
You’re not far off the mark,
For as I lay there,
In the dark,
Hands bound fast,
Your tongue in my ass,
Eyes made blind,
I admit I could find,
I wanted nothing more,
Than what you held in store for me,
So I left wonderingly,
Am I afflicted?
Somehow addicted?
I’m not really sure,
But if I am,
I hope there’s no cure.

Happy Birthday from Eeyore

Sigh.
So once again it’s your birthday,
You’ve lived another year.
Hooray.
These birthday things seem so contrived.
Are we celebrating you’ve survived?
Well,
I guess that’s something after all.
You could’ve tripped, and had a fall.
Come down hard, and smashed your head,
So no birthday, cuz you’d be dead.
But have a good one, since you’re here,
And if you survive,
Have an okay year.

For anyone thinking of becoming a high school teacher…

Remember that to be a teacher is to be despised,
You’ll be hated by your students
And by parents, criticized.

You are never thanked when grades high, though,
You are always blamed
When grades are low.

You’ll learn to face a room full of indifferent teens,
Trying to engage them
By almost any means.

Ignore their rolling eyes that look at you and mock.
And pay no attention when
They keep watching the clock.

Just remember that your job is for the greater.
They may hate you now
But they’ll appreciate you later.

Just That Moment

Serendipity, happenstance,
Time ripples free, you somehow glance,
In just that moment,
Just that line,
When circumstance lets things align,
Perfectly,
So that all is right,
Warms your heart, lets a smile alight,
Upon your face as if to say,
The Universe nodded your way,
Showed how wonderful it can be,
When touched by serendipity.

No Longer Apart

And though my heart was cracked a little...

I came to you, not broken
But in pieces. Dismantled.
A big jigsaw puzzle
Of disassembled parts.
With “Contents Fragile”
Written on the box.
And though my heart
Was cracked a little
I wrapped it up well
Right before I left.
And it arrived intact.
It’s a good thing, too
Because the rest of me
Fell apart, and arrived
A messed up tangle.
But my heart was okay.
Slightly damaged, yes
But good enough
To give to you.