“Tho I Have Not A Poem…” by Kari Pratt Bishop

 

 

Tho I have not a poem,
I want to share with you
a glimpse on my first morn
of 2011.
I woke up early as I do
and my cats Zack and Abbie were there
on the empty spot for them
to look outside.

They see I’m awake…
it is a new day in what year?
We spent the New Year with party hats, honkers,
and my friend and her two six year old grandsons,
Roman and Gabriel.
Smart, kool kids,
We played CRANIUM …

As I lay in bed this a.m.
the snow was falling
so beautiful
and the gratitude
for my warm bed and my kitties
and the beautiful flakes of snow…
gratitude, gratitude.
This a ramble
and
no poem.

Kari Pratt Bishop
© 2011

“Grafter” by Mitch Hicks

A smoke stricken filled room
Sleeves rolled up and a look of gloom
Toiling in dirt and grime
Yet I have not committed any crime
Days roll into weeks into years
Wasted broken hands brings tears
Little reward such as paying bills
8 hours of no thrills
I’m glad I took my cog away
My head feels better as I lay
The world still spins without me
Freedom yes freedom is the key
No cash required to see a magic moment appear
I now look forward battling a new year
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