The grass is greener,
at least it’s greener longer,
on some other sides.
Is it wrong to crave
greener pastures, kinder skies,
a gentle lifestyle?
It can’t hurt to look
and if looking turns to change –
the grass is still green.
#251
Category: A New Poem Every Morning
Some Old Sayings Are Just Wrong
Good intentions don’t pave roads
going to Hell or anywhere else.
they just hang in the air for a moment,
like smoke, then they’re gone.
Where there’s smoke there isn’t
necessarily any fire.
Smoke can linger a long time
after the fire’s dead and cold.
Sometimes burning bridges
keeps you moving forward
instead of running back to
what is already over.
And quite often it’s over
before anyone sings.
Fat, thin, or otherwise;
no matter what their intentions.
#250
Blue Moon – Advance Warning!
Blue moons are few and far between
hardly ever seen
generally mean
it’s time to do something rare.
I’m writing this early to give you a chance
to plan in advance
so that, perchance,
you can do something on a dare.
The trick is finding something to do
beneath the blue moon
that’s completely new
but you never want to do again.
Like bungee jumping or herding cats
or wearing silly hats,
kooky actions that
make people think you’ve gone insane.
I haven’t quite decided what I’ll do
when the moon turns blue
but I know that you
can’t be included in what’s done
’cause if I’m not allowed to re-do
until that silly moon
turns that shade of blue
It’s better if it isn’t too much fun.
#249
Food Fear 3
The scarlet letter of shame today
is not an “A”.
It’s the “S” painted on the shaker of salt
that’s at fault.
The salt shaker top is littered with holes,
it’s hard to control
the amount of salt that hits your food
and you overdo
because salt is teeny and hard to see,
it’s pale and wee.
Not like pepper that is easy to see
and makes you sneeze.
Though pepper lives in a shaker too
the holes are few.
And though pepper is safer than salt they say
this is the way
we traditionally think our seasonings should be
but it seems
pepper should be in the shaker marked “S”
(for ‘Safe’, I guess.)
And salt should be kept in the one marked “P”
’cause it seems to me,
since we know too much salt is bad for us –
“P” for ‘Perilous’.
#248
Food Fear 2
The slippery slope, diet-arily,
is greased with butter apparently
so now we’ve switched to tubs of some kind of margarine
something that isn’t really butter at all
it’s got no trans-fats or cholesterol
but it comes in a round plastic tub, to my chagrin.
‘cause in every fridge with their racks and drawers
there’s a wee compartment with a flippy door
where you keep your block of butter all cool and sweet
but the tub won’t fit where the butter once dwelt
and if you leave it on the counter it kinda melts
into separate unappetizing puddles of muck and grease.
So I keep it in the fridge, with the low fat cheese
and the fruits and veggies and all that wheeze
that’ll make me live longer and enjoy life more
but as full as my refrigerator every gets
There’s just one space where nothing sets
‘cause nothing but butter fits behind a flippy-door.
#247
Food Fear
A soft boiled egg perched in a cup
with a jaunty, hand knit cap on top
and buttered toast cut into strips
to dunk so you didn’t miss a bit
of the bright yellow yolk
so smooth and delicious
who knew that eggs
could be so malicious
as to hide the fiend cholesterol
that would lead to a dietary fall
from grace. All I can say is “Crap,
now what’ll I do with the jaunty cap?”
#246
Gone
Why write about life
When it’s waiting to be lived
Shut down, go outside.
#245
Turning Points
My head feels like it’s spinning
but it’s really just a procession of
turning points, back to back, spiralling
just out of reach.
Opportunity knocking at my brain
then running away.
So many opportunities that
by the time I’ve mourned the fact
that I can’t take advantage of them all,
yet another set has slipped away.
I could grab one and stuff it in my pocket
but it would probably fade,
like a bus transfer that you roll and fold
until it resembles flannelette.
No, I think I’d better catch it with my teeth,
like a jungle cat, and drag it away,
up into a tree and devour it.
Yes, opportunities should be devoured.
Turning points should be stalked, pounced upon,
and devoured.
#244
Me and Bugs
I’m a merry-go-round girl
in roller coaster world
and I wonder as I swirl
through a wrong turn in mid air.
I’m a Sunday Driver waking
at a Nascar starting gate and
I’m pretty sure I’ve taken
another wrong turn somewhere.
I’m a bunny hill kinda gal at the top of Everest
I’m dog paddling in the middle of the sea
I don’t know what went wrong but I’m gonna make a guess
I took a wrong turn at Albuquerque.
Me and Bugs
We took a wrong turn at Albuquerque.
#243
Doubt
Foolishness accepts
only the facts that support
its myopic lens.
Realists believe
their version of what is real
is the only truth.
Dreamers just ignore
anything that doesn’t fit
their beautiful dream.
Wise ones know that they
will never have all the facts.
Wisdom always doubts.
#242
Linda Studley 