Lovin’ Over Budget

Lovin’ Over Budget

We live in an apartment

It’s what we can afford

The jobs we have pay all the rent

Thank God and praise the Lord

The fact that we’re employed and healthy

Makes us mighty proud

We’re middle class – not sick or wealthy

And you can bet your bottom dollar

Our love is well endowed

Somehow we’re livin’ like

A king and queen

Without a big castle

Or buying a thing

And while we keep on livin’ life

Within our means

We’ll keep on lovin’ over budget

Far beyond our wildest dreams

She likes to cut out coupons

He’d rather dicker down

We often stop to window shop

Before we go to town

On the day when we were married

We didn’t wear expensive rings

We put a few bucks down for a bridal gown

Payin’ pennies on the dollar

We ate cup cakes and got more things

Somehow we’re livin’ like

A king and queen

Without a big castle

Or buying a thing

And while we keep on livin’ life

Within our means

We’ll keep on lovin’ over budget

Far beyond our wildest dreams

Go to auctions, save receipts and never buy cars new

Always hate it when we have to go in debt

Don’t buy magazines that envy what the big stars do

Always looking for  new ways to make do, yet

Sometimes when money’s tight

And the soup is getting thin

Wouldn’t it be nice

To roll in dough and waller

When our ship comes in!

For now we’re livin’ like

A king and queen

Without a big castle

Or buying a thing

And while we keep on livin’ life

Within our means

We’ll keep on lovin’ over budget

Far beyond our wildest dreams

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Go to auctions, save receipts and never buy cars new

Always hate it when we have to go in debt

Don’t buy magazines that envy what the big stars do

Always looking for new ways to make do, yet

Sometimes when money’s tight

And the soup is getting thin

Wouldn’t it be nice

To roll in dough and waller

When our ship comes in!

Somehow we’re livin’ like

A king and queen

Without a big castle

Or buying a thing

And while we keep on livin’ life

Within our means

We’ll keep on lovin’ over budget

Far beyond our wildest dreams

© 2012 David Brunoehler

Alright

If it ain’t all right
Better re-write
Give a little more
Of what you need the most
Do another chore
When you feel like coastin’
Then if it ain’t all right
Alright
Do it again.

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

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Through The Blinds

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Through The Blinds

Tonight
Before I close my eyes
I won’t turn out the light
So I’ll be sure to see
The dream
The vision that once seemed
Impossible to me
Becoming real
No fantasy

Come now
Come tonight and be home
In the warmth of my arms
Together we will light the fire, in your sight
So bright
I can see your sweet face
As we hold our embrace
Just hold on
Hold tight.

Today
When sun has lit the skies
I think I’ll close my eyes
And revel in my
Memories
The way
The ways you come to me
A man who cannot see
Until you come and open me, for awhile

Right now
As you return through the blinds
Mist and tears in my eyes
Cannot ease my misery
Breathlessly
‘Till I see.

Goodbye Fireflies

Goodbye Fireflies

When the moon is high
And autumn’s near
It’s time we wave goodbye
To fireflies
And warm night air,
Living candles
Everywhere,
Little lanterns
Within our grasp
That flitter off,
Then disappear
Oh me, oh my
Where will they go?
Why must they fly away?
They danced – they shined
They lit our eyes
Why can’t they land
And stay?
They like surprise
It’s in their plans
You’ll see next summer
Within your hands
So never mind
Don’t fret or cry
Just wave them on their way
And as they cross
The Queen Anne’s lace
We’ll lift our eyes
And say
Though it is darker
In this place
We’ll catch you on
Some other day
So, so long little yellow lights
We see you on some other
Warmer
Summer
Nights
© 2002 David Brunoehler

My Best Friend: Beloved 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

 

THINGS PEOPLE WITH PARKINSON’S LOVE TO HEAR

THINGS PEOPLE WITH PARKINSON’S LOVE TO HEAR
Come sit on the bed… so I won’t have to put a quarter in.
Can you help me with my laundry? Here’s some soap; now jump in the tub.
You look calm. Oh my God, we’re having an earthquake!
I date you because with you I get a vibrator.
You’re like fine art: Impressionist.
You’re the worst card dealer in town!
Worst waiter, too.
What’s that dance you’re doing?
Hold still.
Who’s the blur in this picture?
I’m sorry, I’m required by law to refuse liquor to anyone in your condition.
Here, rock the baby.