Stinky Poops

I’ve got stinky poops
I can’t deny the truth
For it simply would be clear
If ever you came near

Some people may be pretty
And others may be witty
But I think I’m mostly sure
That my poops still stink more

So you’d best beware
If ever I am where
A toilet seat don’t shine
That stench is surely mine

John Thompson
May 20, 2008

Know This (and Know This Too)

The dark cloud of discouragement hangs heavy
A leaden weight that obscures the light of joy
How far it extends
I can’t at this moment tell
But yet I know
That if I with patience bear its burden
Little by little the wisps of misty gray will trail away
To reveal again the bright of noontime sun

Know This Too

Human feeling so often seems all consuming
In particular the darker tones
While peace and happiness
Dance with us for only precious moments
And something in between
Seems to be our more constant companion
So whether high or low
We should always know
It can always get better…
Or worse…
Or just stay the same.

John Thompson
May 19, 2008

Brand New Day

It’s a brand new day
In every way
The sun is shining
The birds are singing
Their wakeup tune
This early day in June
The flower blossoms
Are beautiful and awesome
And I feel to sing
And happiness bring
To everyone I see

John Thompson
May 14, 2008

Peaceful Night Musings

The night is peaceful
The sky is clear
You can only hear
The sounds of the distance
A random call
A child’s delight

The moon peaks through
Scattered clouds so high
The stars in the sky
Try their best to shine
While others begin
Their sleep through the night

And I wonder how
Peace so complete
Can fail to beat
The shadows away
As I sit here watching
In the pale moonlight

The hours like days
Creep along like snails
And my heart fails
To find relief
As I sit here wondering
If things will be all right

John Thompson
May 13, 2008

Facebook Blues

How sad
To find myself
Writing
On my own wall
Afraid
To break the bounds
Of propriety
Fearful
To speak
The words
I would express
Unable
To share
The feelings
I would bare
How sad
That even
If I did
They would not
Inspire
The emotions
I would wish
They would only
Cause
That narrow look
They would only
Bring
That curt response
No
I cannot write
I cannot speak
I must maintain
Silence
I must keep
My face
As stone
I must not
Show
How I feel
I must
Remain
Proper

John Thompson
May 5, 2008