Treasure Along the Beach

Treasure Along the Beach

by Brian, the old man


As I search for treasure
Along the ocean shore
I run across a bottle
I hoped for something more


It looks so old and dirty
And has a simple form
I wonder where it came from
When dragged in from the storm


I wonder if a pirate
Had used it for his rum
Or placed a map within it
Pointing to a king’s ransom


I try to see inside it
The glass is full of fog
Could be from a lost sailor
Got hung up in the bog


Or maybe if I clean it
From swimming with the fish
I will find a genie
To grant my every wish


My fantasy is over
I’ll set it on my shelf
The skull looks good next to it
If I do say so myself

Thanks to my friend Carrie at Prompt Romp for inspiring me with the Image from Wikipedia Commons above.

Monday Morning Misery

Monday Morning Misery

by Brian, the old man

Oh where, oh where
Is my coffee pot?
I look everywhere
And I find it not

It couldn’t have flown
Or walked away
Why oh why
How could it stray?

I know that I left it
And cleaned it out
I just can’t find it
I’m about to shout

I have to get ready
Or I will be late
But I need my coffee
Oh such is my fate

There you are
How’d you get there?
Under the table
On top of the chair

Now where are the filters?
Oh this can’t be true
Forgot to buy them
Now I’m so blue

Maybe I should
Just crawl back in bed
Tuck under the covers
And lie down my head

Another Late Night on the Net

Another Late Night on the Net
By Brian, the old man

Late nights on the Net

I’ll never regret

But I am so tired

I’m no longer wired

Looking at links

But everything stinks

Tried recipes for food

I’m not in the mood

For the links that I click

Are making me sick

Gave Facebook a try

Naught a thing caught my eye

Had Twitter in sight

It’s too slow tonight

Thought I’d read mail

But found no good tale

Then thought I would look

To find a good book

Though nothing I see

Looks worth it to me

I’ll just go to bed

And lie down my head

To dream and to soar

And have a good snore

Hop on Over, I'll Be There for You

Hop on Over, I'll Be There for You
By Brian, the old man

Bunny Hop
Bunny Go
Along the trail
Off to the show

He hears a sound
Stops on the trail
He hops some more
Into a pail

He is so fat
And round you see
He can't get out
Needs help from me

I gently push
the bucket over
He hops right out
Into the clover

He looks once more
As if to say
Thanks my friend
You made my day

I sit and think
He's fat like me
Glad for friends
To set him free

Friends give me hope
Support my goal
To lose the weight
And make me whole

Like my friends
You make me think
To eat healthy
Watch what I drink

Bunny hop
Bunny go
Thanks my friend
Enjoy the show

Let There Be Peace with You

Let There Be Peace with You

by Brian, the old man

The economy is down

No jobs in town

The cupboards are bare

No one seems to care

Let There Be Peace with You

Time spent all alone

No rings on the phone

As darkness sets in

I need a friend

Let There Be Peace with You

When troubles arise

It is no surprise

Faith seems to wane

There's no one to blame

Let There Be Peace with You

My family too far

Can't wish on a star

Life is not fair

This is my prayer

Let There Be Peace with You

May God Bless your life

To live without strife

In the Lord's way

Survive every day

Let There Be Peace with You

This Poem has been featured at SkyWriting.Net.

Passion for Yahoo! Answers

Passion for Yahoo! Answers
by Brian, the old man

Yahoo Answers takes hold of me
Never will it set me free
Answering questions throughout the night
Gives me such a terrible fright
For I will never sleep again
Not even a nap now and then
My eyes have bags down my cheek
But I can't resist another peek
For P&S has got me now

Awaiting best answers so I can bow

Life of a Tree

Life of a Tree

by Brian, the old man

Tree

Seed is sprouting

Life has sprung

Breaking from the earth

Seasons pass

Ever growing

Tall and proud you stand

Roots are planted

Branches reaching

Toward the heaven’s sun

Home to many

Birds of flight

And creatures on the land

Winds are blowing

Storms are raging

As your branches bend

Canyon’s calling

You grasp tighter

To the Mother land

Rain is pouring

Dirt’s eroding

Your trunk begins to break

Now you’re falling

Can you make it

And bridge the other side

Wind is pushing

Branches reaching

You have reached your goal

Animals crossing

Birds are singing

Your destiny fulfilled

Bridge