Ask An Expert

Want to know why you're happy or sad,
Want to know why you're blue or glad,
Want to know why you slip'n fall,
Want to know why you're heavy or tall?

Well, here's somethin' everyone can do,
Just ask those professionals,
The experts 'll tell you!

A good example of what I'm saying with this,
Is the recent enlightment of the Zodiac twist.
Folks' were running life, by a sign's prediction,
Then out of the blue comes a bran new contradiction.

Consult an expert, they know it all,
Why you and me hurt, why you and me fall!

Experts are needed, don't get me wrong,
What blows me away, is when another comes along,
Saying the first isn't correct, it isn't right,
A second premise 'tis truth'n light.

INSPIRATION

Things that make me happy,
And hopeful as a rule,
Start my fingers a-typin',
Rhyming thoughts to pool.

Fuzzy puppies, sweet-tasting sauce,
Warming lotions and sleeping in a loft.
A colorful sunrise, and sunset too,
Inspires me, what inspires you?

Somedays perhaps I'll be writing,
At least a poem or two,
And in-between that,
Find myself reading,
Your creativeness, too.

Lovesome

Love hearing an ocean's roaring roar,
As tide comes'n goes from a sandy shore.

Love viewing bright colors of spring,
As daffodils bloom and birdies sing.

Love smelling lilac bushes, beside the road,
Fragrances sweeter, you'll rarely behold.

Love tasting dark chocolate truffles,
And hard ribbon candy made in ruffles.

And love feeling, of that soft, curly fur,
Taffy my Goldendoodle has all over her.
For you see, I really can't help but say,
The puppy living with us, brightens every day!!!

I run out of ideas. Where are my buddies?

Dolly

Hey, hey, know what's special 'bout today...
'Tis Dolly Parton's birthday I'm here to say.

This sweet, dear lady just happens to be,
The same age as my darlin', WB.

So here I am exalting their awesome birth,
Two of the greatest people, God placed on earth.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY to Jabbers WB...

This weather is crazy, one day warm the next day not,
yet when summer time comes we all grouse cause it's too hot.

Have a new air-conditioner, a new furnace too,
hope nothing else needs fixen out the window my money flew.

The Station Casinos here are hiring, there are jobs galore,
no sense in my applying at my age they look at me and snore!

Maybe things are looking up at last,
hope so, being broke is not a blast.

This poem is all over the place,
just like my brain and the look on my face.

Not sure if I should smile or frown,
mood is up and then suddenly it's down.

The one sure thing I must confess,
always feel so much better when posting in BWS!!!

VENTING

Chatty, I know exactly, what you say'n mean,
Coming in here to vent, makes the soul beam.

Sharing things when they've gone wrong,
Lightens thy spirit, replacing heartache with song.

So while visiting this site named, boomer women speak,
I say what's on my mind, a little tongue'n cheek.

Hope I'm not complainin', too much or too loud,
Your understanding'n friendship, really makes me proud!

Science Fiction

How cool it would be if science fiction,
Were more than an imaginary depiction,
And rocket machines were able to swish,
People back in time, whenever they wished.

If desiring came true, I'd reverse the years,
And see again those that I hold so dear.

Beside the radiator, sprawling there on the floor,
Would be my favorite dog, Penny, sleeping in a snore.

Looking straight across that mahogany board,
Gramma's head would be resting on her arms, once more.

Momma would be sitting in a chair, on my right,
Working on bookwork, long into the night,

And grandpa would be enjoying slices of bread,
Darkened with applebutter, his tastiest spread.

Through a kitchen window, I'd be watchin' my dad,
A harder workin' man the world never had.

Perhaps my affinity for "The Twilight Zone," show,
Was a deep, deep desire to go back home?

A new month in this new year has begun,
I am hoping we can all have much fun.

Our 2011 resolutions still tight,
trying to adhere to them with all our might.

One year older can be thought of in two ways,
be sad for getting older or glad to still be here to enjoy these days.

My appetite is good, my teeth are too, which makes it nice to eat a steak that I can still chew.

My eyesite is changing from good to sometimes dimmer,
but when sitting on the sofa I can see the fireplace coals shimmer.

My hearing is sharp, I can hear a pin drop,
my breasts have changed, so when I stoop to pick up that pin, they both go FLOP!

So all in all I am still in decent form,
no more a glamour girl, now I'm closer to the norm...

Near or Far

Hey there folks, did ya all hear,
Punxsutawny Phil saw no shadow this year,
Predicting our springtime is very near.

If Pennsylvania's fuzzy, wuzzy creature,
Ushers in warmth, it'll be its best feature.

For those in the know, they always say,
If shadowiness appears on ground hog's day,
Six more weeks of winter, is coming our way.

Had that been the case, today I'd surely bet,
Folks in the North would begin moving South,
And there they'd stay, forever no doubt!!!