I want some things to happen.
I want things to turn out fine
so I look up to the stars.
The one on the far right is mine.

The stars are on display and
piled up one million stories high.
I wish upon my chosen star.
I wish everything will be alright.

Wishing upon a star
in movies may come true.
In real life things are not so simple.
It all depends on you.
So depend upon yourself
and hope for the best.
Worrying doesn’t help.
Fate will take care of the rest.

Believe things will work out
as things tend to do.
Believe in yourself.
Believe good things will happen to you.
You can fulfill your dreams,
use your strength to pull you through.
Just wait and see.
The future is up to you

Not Going Anywhere Fast

I wrote a new poem regarding the terrible news that Tramp is going to be the new leader of the free world for the next 4 years. Nothing is going to be free by the time he has finished with it. I called it

Not Going Anywhere Fast.

I looked outside the window
and could not believe I saw
the S S Marie Celeste
going past my door.
Captain Obama took the last lifeboat
and the ship’s crew all jumped overboard.
A new captain is at the wheel
dressed in Obama’s clothes.

The new captain is a dangerous sort,
a vagabond at best
he has a tattoo
‘Power is Mine’
inked darkly on his chest.
A manic smile on his face,
he stares back at me.
He holds the lives of those I love
in his fist and squeezes them together tightly.
Toupe slightly off kilter,
his pants held up with rope,
nobody thinks he looks funny
but everybody thinks
‘how are we going to cope’?

I wake up and hear the news today
of what America has done.
4 years of Trump presidency
and that time has just begun.
But if we stand hand in hand
and immerse ourselves in the arts
hopefully we will stay afloat
when all the madness starts.

For we are the ship’s crew who
jumped overboard when Trump came on board.
Some people voted while
other stayed in bed and snored.
The only hope is if we stay together
4 years will go fast
Let’s sing more, join more choirs,
immerse ourselves in the arts.
Trump is not going anywhere.
We have the sail’s mast.

It is not your birthday

She says it’s her birthday.
She decides she will
change her birth date from
the third to the first.
She claps her hands and
so it is done.
She looks for presents
and doesn’t see one.

She asks me why I don’t care.
‘Nobody has wished me happy birthday.
It’s not fair’.
But I don’t wish her happy birthday
because she has chosen the wrong day.
I have to hold on to the facts for her
so she can return to reality one day.

Time Ticks On Regardless

A mirror reflects the life we know.
Lately I have the feeling I want to go
through a door into that world
I see in the mirror.

That doorway could take me
six months forward in time
where life has returned to normal.
But who would do what I need to do
as time goes on?

I would not be here now
where I need to be
so I can see my girl
and my girl can see me.

So for right now I will stay
in the world reflected in the mirror
and take each day at a time.

As time goes on.