At This Very Time

At this very time, we are here.

At this very time, we are not here.

 

At this very time, we are going.

At this very time, we are stopped.

 

At this very time, everything is new.

At this very time, everything is old.

 

At this very time, we are moving fast.

At this very time, we are moving slow.

 

At this very time, it is hot.

At this very time, it is cold.

 

At this very time, it is bright.

At this very time, it is dark.

 

At this very time, it is day.

At this very time, it is night.

 

At this very time, people are hungry.

At this very time, people are full.

 

At this very time, the train is arriving.

At this very time, the train is departing.

 

At this very time, the children are good

At this very time, the children are bad.

 

At this very time, people are alive.

At this very time, people are dead.

 

At this very time, they are high.

At this very time, they are low.

 

At this very time, things are noisy.

At this very time, things are silent.

 

 

At this very time, there is war.

At this very time, there is peace.

 

At this very time, there is love.

At this very time, there is hate.

 

At this very time, there is time.

At this very time, there is no time at all.

 

At this very time, this very time.

Spilling Ink

THE  FOLLOWING  POEM  WAS  READ  AT  AN  EVENT  CALLED  ‘SPILLED  INK’  AT  THE  JIRANI  COFFEE  HOUSE  IN  MANASSAS,  VIRGINIA  HIGHLIGHTING  SOME  OF  THOSE  WHO  READ  THEIR  MATERIAL.

 

Spilling Ink

 

On this night we spill some ink

A night where we hear great minds think

It is here where we hear that missing link

And not get stuck with the kitchen sink

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It is that one and only John Dutton

His stories will really burst your button

All his stories are free of gluten

Without him, there would be nuttin’

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Then we have Dan Verner

His stories are a page turner

He has more excitement than a butter churner

And will make you into a quick learner

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We welcome Robert Scott

When he’s with a woman, she’s so hot

His poems really knock over the pot

He gives you an evening that will never rot

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Gail Williams, her name is Gail

Oh we are about to set sail

Her story will never get stale

And her story will never fail

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Oh we have Kathy Smalz

Her poetry as graceful as waterfalls

Her words echo throughout the halls

Her words, her words, beckon calls

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Oh we have Colleen LaMay

Her work gives you a great day

You want to hear what she has to say

And she will truly brighten your way

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Our great coffee lady, Mac, she’s so sweet

She keeps the coffeehouse clean and neat

But now she sits down so comfy in her seat

And we glance at the bottoms of her beautiful bare feet

 

 

So to those whose coats are of mink

To those skating around the ice rink

To all of you ladies out there wearing pink

Enjoy a night here at Spilled Ink

Jane on the Train

Her name is Jane.

I met her while riding on a train.

I sat next to her by the window pane.

She was sucking on a candy cane.

She looked at me and said, “You are a friend I can gain.”

I said to her, “You are in my lane.”

We looked outside and watched the rain.

I saw that her jeans had a white stain.

“My ex-boyfriend went insane.”

She said as she peeled her sock off as her foot was in pain.

She massaged her bare foot with a little strain.

She told me that her dad fought in war, but he was slain.

Now she is on her way to Maine.

She cannot wait to see her dog, a Great Dane.

A ride with her was not in vain.

I rode with a beautiful lady named Jane.

This Is That Time

This is that time

That time is now

We are now here

Now here we are

Here at this time

This time has come

Come to this place

This place is here

This place, this time

Here at this place

This place in time

Now is the time

We all come here

To this one place

At this one time

This is that time

That Kiss

She has come, she is here

She is your lady of the year

Therefore, don’t stand there and hiss

Give her that kiss

She came from that school

Where God made her beautiful

She is so full of bliss

Give her that kiss

Show to her that you care

As you see her beautiful hair

Let me tell you this

Give her that kiss

She is very pretty like a dove

She’s been adorned with God’s love

And she is somebody’s sis

Give her that kiss

God has given her to you

And her beauty shines on through

Her beauty you cannot miss

Give her that kiss

When with her you will trod

Remember, she’s your gift from God

Therefore, she’s one that you can’t miss

Give her that kiss