This one is for fun

Sometimes when one will want to fuss

They take and write anonymous

They think their comments are so bright

But with their wit, they'd lose the fight

I guess they don't want any fame

And so they do not use their name

They think that they are oh so witty

Their lack of courage is such a pity

I don't lose sleep over who you are

I don't care if you're a star

I don't know if your name is Howard

I really think you are a coward

If this poem, you are reading

Rest assured, I am not bleeding

I think this, I win, you lose

This episode woke up my muse

My other friends, you are the best

You're all like medals on my chest

Came to my aid, you all were loud

Friends like you all make me proud

Unemployment Blues

Been six weeks since my boss the jerk
Informed I would be out of work
I cleaned my desk and tossed my shoes
I left and did not sing the blues

I took my final too long drive
Lost my job, but I'm still alive
To some, my future don't look sunny
Jobs are scarce and so is money

I had to go and cut my hair
To show all that I really care
My former look appeared to some
I tried to be an aging bum

My talents all I want to say
I put them in a resume
To take by hand I think is fine
I'm told I have to go online

There will be jobs, I will get money
This time in life will all look funny
No need to fret about the next meal
My faith in God I know is real

From Me to You

I want to write some verse
Be deserving of your time
Maybe touch your heart
Not just random rhyme

I want to tell my thoughts
I want to catch your eye
I want to make you think
And maybe make you sigh

Yes I'm Back

It's been over three months
Since I wrote here
I have this need to write
A poem of cheer

This whole past Summer
And not a verse
My creative streak
Might have a curse

I'll write this poem
To start the fall
If I can't write big
I'll keep it small

four unrelated stanzas

It doesn't mean a thing
If I have no song to sing
I have a cup to drink
As I filled it from a sink

Today's the first of June
And I did not bring a spoon
I used a fork on my break
A cup of yogurt I did take

I'm sitting on my chair
I need to comb my hair
I'll look so nice and neat
When folks I meet and greet

And now I'm almost through
I'm not so sad and blue
I've had a little fun
And now this poem's done

Work and time is money

I wish I had a lot of money
And every day would be so sunny
This is just a simple dream
It takes hard work and not a scheme

Getting money from hard work
Is quite expected and a perk
When getting wealthy takes some time
You learn to value every dime

Getting money all too soon
Often leads to sudden ruin
You need to save from what you earn
Financial habits you should learn

Working hard and working long
Prevents you singing poverty's song
Gives you cash that you can spend
With that now this poem will end

Orange Barrel Lament

Orange barrels are starting to bloom
And on the roads they make less room
The evening rush will take more time
Minutes stolen are such a crime

Back in the time the roads were bricks
The streets would always need a fix
But in these times when roads are made
They all receive a failing grade

And now they want to add a lane
And make our ride a bit more sane
But nowadays when home we go
Construction makes our journey slow

It's time for this short poem to end
No more time on this to spend
Don't think of me that I am sour
Orange barrel is our state flower