Laugh at yourself more.
Make alternate plans.
Stop speaking in arguments.
Get out while you can.
Eclipse those bold around you.
Expand your mind like desert sand.
Excuse the ill-hearted.
Lie in the sun, get tan.
Be realistic less.
Find happiness more.
Search out your inner Self;
caress and appreciate its core.
Be happy for what you have.
Never attempt to settle the score;
forgive and forget-
because what’s life for?
Realize you are always wrong,
even if you “know” you are right.
Become a better person,
this can happen over night
Be the nicest human being,
not some stuck-up snob.
Tell the government to end wars,
by dropping photo-bombs.
Shake hands with strangers,
meet your new friends.
In the end there is nothing to lose,
so start a new trend.
Open your eyes to adversity.
direct those who can’t.
Try the best to be yourself.
Try your best to understand.
Always exercise patience.
Always exercise. Period.
Never stop learning and reading.
Never stop being weird my friend.
Today is right now.
Yesterday is gone.
Listen to sweet birds singing your song.
Rainbows happen in storms.
Sun is better when it rains.
How good do you feel?
For that you can thank pain.
Understand there is no certainty,
from one moment to the next.
So do everything you can,
be passionate- do your best.
Laugh at yourself more.
On a boat close an expansive dam
A boy accompanied an Old Man
Fishing for hours cold hands
Only to have come up few clams
The river remained rough
Water spray wet brown splash
Bubbles in the water swirling
Bottom of boat held beer cans
Farther up the boy could see birds
Up close to the tumblers brightly red
Over white-caps exchanged few words
The Old Man palmed his rod in hand
Lock and Dam 7 lent no pension
Yet many prospered in its wake
The Old Man and the boy lay patient
They trolled up and down, but had to wait
Ice coated concrete walls
With rope or hook they fastened tight
Daylight lasted only so long in afternoons
The highway lights suggested night
Untying they came undone
River smell and worms in hand
The fish on the stringer were meager
Pushing off they went towards land
They passed others by and by
Anglers that were mastered
Coming closer to the landing point
Lights on avoiding disaster
Trailing wake in full gait
An out-board went ‘bout 20 knots
Blackness and bugs flew by about them
As they came closer to the docks
Lamplight held empty parking lot
Shown just below the river’s edge
The flat-bottom came parallel the wooden structure
The boy managed at his sea legs
With a hard bump from running in fast
A rope was fastened—quick, and down
The boat made way with the water
The boy made feet with wooden ground
Cold rushed from the river valley out
Nothing held the boy more in life
Than to be out near the Mighty Mississippi
In the dwindling hours of night
As children we are exposed to habits which prove a tradition
As adults we revisit those events to see what lessons were given.
Leathered Leaves holding residence
Of standing in pots of dirt in present
These structures capturing the eyes
Outlined fine disguised greyed skies
Boxed and boarded in this casement
Of the light opposed save debasement
Terrarium rest the inquisitive patients
Along the observation deck, gauging at situation.
Little bug you have me
Inside my head you go
Fired up within me
On malign mission you roam
Little bug you affect me
Causing cough and wet wheeze
Sneezes round, forth, up and down
In bed reposed I be
Little bug you make me ill
Few days more with these chills
Across the floor staggering at will
Consuming small round white pills
Little bug you wilt me so
Pale skin starts at a show
Pinked whites of eyes, yellow gunk below
Tight tangled blankets of twill I’m rolled
Little bug you surprise me so
Coming at this very time
Never thought I’d see the warmth gain
While you terrorize my mind
Little bug I’ll set you free
In just a few weeks I’ll be back to me
You make me cold, I shake and moan
Persistence stands, you shall see- as you go
From strong and loud to meek fragile bones
From days about to stuck in grey clouds with this common cold.
On the Balcony with Love
By Terry Scott Niebeling
Outside of the house
Watching droplets all
They bounce up in the sun
Lit sparkling they fall
Sunlight how nice
Made an ass of self
For getting after my girl
On account of my fault
Whiskey glass fixed
In a cold dark corner
Full beer can of tricks
Bikers sit in the light
Talking weather and trash
They deliver their product
They careen as they pass
Balcony noise raindrops loud
Cars go by, and up, and around
Melt snow liquid moves splashing through
University sign scrawled illuminated blue
Machine gun fire streams
They fall from above
Perspiring from the heavens
Yellow orb showing love
Sit sip this splendid thought
Read and ponder this springtime hot.