Thoughts On the Side

Thoughts On the Side

Monday, May 2, 2016

On That Note



























                                     Life is like a grand piano with high notes and low notes.  My mood goes up and then down to the beat of the day's drum.  Some things happen or events are accentuated sharply like the sharp note.  I find myself in trouble with my trebles.  The trebles represent the beats or events that occur and cause troubling situations.  Each treble presents itself as a troubleshooting situation.   I approach it with high hopes and feelings in resolving the issue.   There are moments when I am full of despair and times when I have ended the trouble or shall I say treble on a high note.

Thursday, April 28, 2016

Wednesday, April 27, 2016

Tuesday, April 26, 2016

Monday, April 25, 2016



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Spring Joke


What is springy and sharp?




Answer:  A blade of grass.

Monday, December 7, 2015

On Racism- All Lives Matter


"Approaching the other race, with a kind smile on the face..."




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Sunday, December 6, 2015

Sunday, November 29, 2015


In God We Trust





"Trust in the Lord with all your heart, lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge Him, and He will make your paths straight..."
                                                                                                        -Proverbs 3:5-6

Priez pour la France



Honest Abe's Words



Friday, June 19, 2015

Grass is Greener?

"The grass is greener on one side, and meaner on the other..."

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Halloween Joke

What do you call a mummy that is upset?

Wound up

Thursday, October 23, 2014

It's Dawn-Ugh Morning

"It's mourning..."

A time for mourning since it's morning time- gotta get up.

Sunday, August 3, 2014

Hard Times

Voting for mere dopes
Jobless and lost
Broke with dashed hopes
From the unending cost

The cost compromising our coming days
Extinguishing the bright
Fulfilling beacon of rays

That sheds light
On what has stayed on cue
All this time it does fight
To remain steadfast true


And it is Cold

As the month draws to an end
I am told
The weather does bend
Towards being cold

There is sleet
I am told
That does beat
Rather very bold

On our dear feet
I do suppose
I am told
Causes us to froze

Running Against the Wind

The terrifying gust
Pulls back my hair
I do adjust
With a sudden care

I tear across the field
In such a rush
I do not yield
As I feel the brush

Of the biting wind
Taking its toll on my face
Scathing, and seeking to bend
My will as I race

Play House

Built with joy
There are beams
A roof, stairs for a boy
Who still dreams

Of a house where he can play
Spend time alone and think
Throughout the entire day
As the sun does sink