I think many feel that way
When looking in a mirror,
Give it a thought……
Could anything be clearer?
Because we can not know
What others perceive,
So, faceless we are
But don’t bother to grieve.

I look in a mirror
About once a day,
I mean, when I pay attention
Not the other way,
And I never seem to look
How I appear in a picture,
They make me look ancient
And that gives me a stricture.

But here is the thing
I don’t really remember faces,
More than a week ago
Disappeared without traces,
So, if I skip the mirror view
I’ll be just the same to me,
Where my good looking reflection
Is what I want to see.




Deep Loathing

When daddy was diddling
Nobody talked,
Until 20 years later
After he walked,
Such was the power
He wielded at home,
Until he picked up his tools
And went on the roam.

Abusers, all of them
Might look good in sharp clothing,
But more often than not
Inside is a deep loathing,
Of their own twisted psyche
Created by some other,
Their own diddling daddy
Or pedophile mother.

‘Tis a time tested illness
To the human, unique,
One must be very brave
To give their soul a peek,
Religion or counseling
Are just a worthless hack,
Once the damage is done
There is no going back


A Good Reader

How to make a good reader?
This is how it’s done,
Don’t scold and remind
You must make it fun,
Reading out loud
Every day for while,
With interest and passion
Like you’re reading with a smile.

Here is how I did it
With four of my own,
Out loud reading
Without a tablet or phone,
Fairy tales, adventures
Silly rhymes and scary stories,
Thousands of books
Might fill 14 lorries.

Each one of those children
College graduates now,
It started with reading
Out loud, that is how.




One kind of music
To another, might be noise,
Perhaps how it was presented
Pounding beats or with poise,
But we’re proud of our rights
To communicate freely,
You don’t like my noise
Are you serious, really?


Rather be Writing

I’d rather be writing
Amusing posts galore,
However, demand a term paper?
Now that is a chore,
In fact, I intentionally avoided
Certain paths of higher learning,
I couldn’t write a term paper
Even if my feet were burning.



The bombastic bombardier
Said, baby, you’re the bomb,
I compare every girl to my mother
‘Cuz after all, she is my mom,
With a come-on line like that
He hasn’t had success,
Bringing home the babe
They all think that he’s a mess.


Forever Friend

Like a forever home
You’re a forever friend,
Sending me cards
Until the very end,
Reminding me, that I
Am so lax with my attention,
Your thoughtful, kind ways
Deserve an honorable mention.