95

95

 

Drive in my own car

Fix my own meals

Bathing myself and

Love the way it feels

To be on my own

As much as I can be

Live with my favorite

Room mate:- Me

Get up each morning

Glad to be alive

No time to waste

Cause I’m only ninety five

 

Still like to get dressed

In brand new clothes

Like to look my best

And on me it shows

With my daughter’s hands

I can do my own hair,

Accent my outfits

And go anywhere

Counting my blessings

Glad to be alive

Feels like I’m glowing

And I’m only ninety five

 

 

 

Humbug (revised)

Humbug

November 28, 2011 by davidbrunoehler | Edit

Humbug

Bought a Christmas card — I won’t be bringing

Got the gifts in bows – but left ‘em behind

Heard a Christmas song I won’t be singing

Make your mistletoe moments

Get out of my mind

Brought a brand new sled – I won’t be keeping

Got a deal on toys I won’t enjoy

Have a halo head-ache that had me weeping

Take your holiday hoop-la

Oh, have it destroyed

I’m having bah-humbug for breakfast

Boo-hoo .for my meal at noon

By dinner time this Christmas

I’ll be howling at the moon

I’ll have some dag-nab-it tomorrow

Drats and rats in a week or two

I’d like to sink my teeth

Into a holly wreath

And spit it down the flu

Bought a best selling book – I won’t be reading

Got a great new game– I don’t want to play

Not a single bell — will I be jingling

As for carolers singing

Just shoo them away

Caught a candy cane cold – that has me sneezing

Got a doctor’s advice — I didn’t obey

Nose as stuffed as stockings — from chimney squeezing

My clothes are all sooty

Hip-hip hip-hooray

I’m having bah-humbug for breakfast

Boo-hoo .for my meal at noon

By dinner time this Christmas

I’ll b e howling at the moon

I’ll have some dag-nab-it tomorrow

Drats and rats in a week or two

By then the trees and lights

And reindeer flights

Will finally be through

Whatever therapy you may think I need

You can put it on yourself

In the newspaper some day you’ll read

About a dead grumpy old elf.

© 2011 David Brunoehler

Dad

February 3, 2011

 

 

My Best Friend: Beloved Dad

 

 

Remembering all the good times had

With my best friend: Beloved Dad

The day he taught me how to swim

The trampoline at Southport gym

Driving off to Wichita

For the one man show I’m proud he saw

The Cadillac he gave to me

The tree house in the Walnut tree

My life, my body and my name

All from Dad these blessings came

All the money, all the gifts

Priceless pep talks

Lifetime lifts

Always there when times were hard

Made them good in his back yard

His clown dives could wow a crowd

High on platforms he stands proud

With two firm hands and one soft voice

He showed me how our life’s a choice

And when I made mine known he cried

But backed me up and took my side

I owe eternal gratitude

For his famous speech on attitude

As swimming seasons came and went

He’d chant, “It’s ninety-nine percent!”

Never mind the bitter cold

We all swam like we were told

So many values that I learned

Were imparted, then were earned

He handed down his handsome looks

And taught me things not found in books

Like why one seeks the middle ground

By his example it’s been found

No better friend could I have had

Than my best friend: Beloved Dad

 

 

One more thing I’ve got to say

Have one more Happy Birthday!

 

 

With love always,

Your oldest son, David

Ms. Williams

Ms. Williams

We see you Ms. Williams,
A breeze in the halls
Of a place we call Al-Bel
While you’re making calls
You’re a dutiful daughter
You come to give care
For your beautiful mother
Who glows when you’re there

We see you Patricia
Your care never pales
Like clockwork on Tuesdays
You do hair and nails
Her quaff puffed and sprayed
A tight Autumn red,
We’re glad that you stayed
A snow white instead

While on the subject
Of beauty and such
Whoever does your hair
Has not lost his touch

Your dress is impeccable
Your quest here – respectable
We’re blessed by your grace and style
It’s truly remarkable
What you find embark-able
Most guests couldn’t face ‘
For a long long while

Don’t think me redundant
But I really must say
You’re the real Belle of Al-Bel
Always will be that way 2011 by David Brunoehler at Mario’s request

Where There’s A Will

Where There’s A Will

I’m alive ‘long as I can believe it
And as good as my good friends say
You and I’ve been through love it and leave it
I believe that our friendship remained
In a place that they call Ever After
In a land not too far away
If it’s lost I know we can retrieve it
Where there’s a will there is always a way

I’ll be here’ long as breath’s on the mirror
Be around far as I can see
I’m not skilled at foretelling the future
But believe what I see can be

I see things far beyond the horizon
Just as clearly as night and day
Seems whatever I feast both my eyes on
In a moment will be that way
– Instrumental Bridge –
As I come face to face with illusions
Must remember to trust in one thing
That no matter how horrid the vision
There is only one way it can stay
I can choose how to use observation
Where some stare, others look away
When I focus I’m paying attention
To the will that will lead all the way

If we go separate ways from each other
I will not let my heart be sore
I’ll remember the love and the laughter
As I look to love someone some more

It may take me beyond the horizon
All the way to the Other Side
At this moment, of this I am certain
Within each wish is where I will abide

© 2011 David Brunoehler

 

W.O.R.D.S.

W.O.R.D.S.

Words won’t scratch an itch
Words can’t lick a wound
Words won’t pull your mother from a ditch
And in music they take back seat to tune

Words won’t pay the bills
Words can’t feed the kids
Words won’t cure your grandma ‘s ills
And in stone they do state what God forbids

They’re a Way Of Relaying Data Somehow
A Way Of Relating Dreams
In a WORD they’re What Our Readers Devour
And What One’s Reality Deems
WORDS are Ways One Replaces Doing, See?
And they’re sent When Old Relatives Die
What’s the thing we keep With Out Real Dependability
In a World Outspoken Realms Deny

Words can make you rich
Words will make a woman swoon
Words can make a man laugh, become a sales pitch,
Or make an aging poet rhyme rings round the moon

Abused Dog Tale

Abused Dog Tale

When can I trust again
Who could it be
After what I’ve been through
What’s left of me

Ahead is a friendly face
A smile to see through
Longing for love’s embrace
What do I do

When will I wag my tail
Will I not bite
Maybe I’ll give one lick
Think I just might

Abused Dog Tale

When can I trust again
Who could it be
After what I’ve been through
What’s left of me

Ahead is a friendly face
A smile to see through
Longing for love’s embrace
What do I do

When will I wag my tail
Will I not bite
Maybe I’ll give one lick
Think I just might

C 2010 David
Brunoehler

Put

Put

I’ve put you on
I’ve put you off
I’ve pushed you up
and down

I’ve put you out
I’ve pulled you in
I’ve played you all
around.

No matter what I do with you
I always keep you near
I can;t imagine what I’d do
If you were not put here.

August 23, 2011

Just Keep on Writing

Just Keep on Writing

You said to me just keep on writing
So I promised you truly I would
Who said what comes out from nothing
Has to be clever or good

And so I am putting together
Words that may never have met
Hoping it brings someone pleasure
What you see here’s all you get

Take it back, I’ve had more inspiration
So I’m giving you just one more verse
The more I put in this creation
The better I feel, not the worse

I have no idea where it’s going
I’ll just go with the flow so to speak
Until I find something worth knowing
Thinking this could go on for a week

Steve

STEVE

I WANT TO WRITE BEFORE I LEAVE
ABOUT MY LITTLE BROTHER STEVE
NOT THAT HE’S THAT SMALL IN SIZE
HELL, HIS ARMS OUTGREW MY THIGHS
AND HE STANDS ABOUT SIX THREE
AND HIS HANDS COULD GRIP A TREE

PHYSICALITY ASIDE
I WANT TO WRITE ABOUT HIS PRIDE
FOR HIS HANDSOME SON NAMED JED
AND THE WONDER GIRL HE WED
AND HIS DAUGHTER MADISON
WHO HAS EVERYBODY WON

THEY ARE TALENTED AND RARE
DEEPLY LOVED WITHIN HIS CARE
DAY AND NIGHT HE WORKS AWAY
SO HIS FAMILY CAN GROW AND PLAY

WHAT HE TALKS ABOUT HE KNOWS
WHEN HE LISTENS HIS FACE GLOWS
IT’S BECAUSE HE IS SO KIND
THAT HE KEEPSS A GOOD CLEAR MIND

I AM BLESSED BY HIS GOOD GRACE
EVERYTIME I’M IN HIS SPACE
EVEN WHEN WE ARE APART
I CAN FEEL MY BROTHER’S HEART