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A Week of Weak

hurt, pain, needles and nurses
thank god no heavenly versus
the surgery when well
but oh what a smell

i wanted to run
before they were done
but the door was locked
and me in my socks

i did become religious
might just be litigious
i do love the pills
for temporary thrills
daughter had minor surgery, with love clif


the farm near the river
i so well remember
a place full of trees
we climbed with such ease

the cousins danced and sang
aunt adeline headed the gang
the hokey-pokey was the one
always a home run

uncle gene was always able
to show the children his stable
horses, fun and strudel
always the whole caboodle

god parents most kind
a nice frame of mind
for family is the sail
that helps along the trail
for my aunt

Peggy's World

a time to relax
play time to the max
the shadows of work have faded
the hills are now invaded

the guests sit by the pool
no thoughts of school
dreaming of life
and time with the wife

they walk along the creek
holding hands and dare not speak
for the holiday has been great
it is getting quite late

peggy has created the place
with love out of lace and grace
it is hard for the guests to leave
a haven so well conceived
sister-in-law has weekend retreats in Wimberley, Texas


a friend most kind
i have on my mind
is oh so sweet
i wish you to meet

the child is gone
danny on the lawn
deer at her feet
it is so neat

christine is perfection
a vision for my refection
a family so kind
to keep me in mind

the years have gone
i lay on my lawn
thinking of the past
wishing they would last

You deserve better

a word said
came out and spread
it makes me red
for what was bled

in my head
there is much to dread
i lay in bed
and feel like lead

Fierce Battle

hunting is the name
deer is the game
i sit for hours
looking at flowers

a sound i hear
it is very near
i envision a buck
but no such luck

it is but a sparrow
i adjust my sombrero
he looks quite mean
and is very lean

so i lower my gun
for the day is done
i prepare the stories
of all my glories
i'm going hunting

The Noisy Christmas

elves in my yard
all with green cards
singing all night long
i hate christmas songs

through the door
pajamas i wore
i plead for peace
to have the noise cease

the elf's high chief
offers me relief
by singing and dancing
without me asking

the reindeer put on a show
dancing in the snow
the elves join in
i relent with a grin

vey! quickly instead
a letter i draft
of all my wishes
for more christmas riches

the elves are now gone
it is nearly dawn
surrounded by my toys
i smile with much joy

Raining sounds outside
sea birds fly silently by
Jessica sleeping

nephew in Japan, his birthday haiku. Jessica is 4 months old

Karate Kid

there was a home
in a sea of foam
for baby is cooking
and so good-looking

so sing to him
and dance your whim
the time is near
so smile with cheer

be kind to the boy
for he gives such joy
for never will he chop
someone in the throat...

nephew said he would only teach his expectant boy karate, to kill someone by chopping them in the throat...

Polar Bear of age

A much loved animal
a creature most casual
a birthday is upon him
he's out for a swim

the seals do worry
he's now in the slurry
approaching most shy
with love in his eye

the boy that is a bear
has combed his hair
wishing for a date
is now on his plate
Grandson's 15th birthday poem, parents call him bear, wife got him a polar bear birthday card. I wrote the poem... They call me "grumpy Clif"

TooToo's Birthday

onto the wind
to which we send
happy birthday tunes
with flowers and balloons

the fishes and birds
have heard the word
that cartwheels in the sand
are much in demand

booboo has struck
and has gone amuck
a poem did write
for your delight
younger sister's birthday poem, every year on her birthday she take a picture of herself doing a cartwheel

Seventy more

it's never too late
so pick up your gate
seventy might seem great
but never to your mate

The children are grown
and have their own
a teacher by trade 
a home you made

the friends are there
parading on the square
marching to a beat
you in the front seat

a birthday is to celebrate
a time to demonstrate
the fulfillment of living
with thoughts of giving

"yes I want more presents"
older Sister's birthday poem

Grandma's Baby

A baby came into the world
like a flower which unfurled
a person named Nelly Jane
into a home which she would reign

it will be up to grandma
without any drama
to spoil the child as her right
with candy, drums, and a kite

Shirt Poor

I was once shirt poor
a lady came and I am no more
she continues to be kind
so now I must decline

for I have no space
in which to embrace
the true and honest generosity 
offered with such ferocity

I am truly thankful
for now shirts are ample
I wish proudly to convey
the shirts are now on display
To a friend for sending me a lot of shirts


penguin toes is celebrating
a birthday in which she is negating
my vision of a child
expert in great big smiles

what is this? she still sings songs
lasting all year long
with a smile on her face
for all to embrace
Granddaughter's 12th birthday card, "penguin toes" was her nick-name she picked for herself (at my request)

tick-tock Jennifer

the evening came late
it was half past eight.

tick-tock jennifer a beautiful soul,
of my charge, it was my goal
to keep her on time 
especially in her prime

tick-tock  jennifer  now forty-seven
I am in heaven, and built a shrine
for tick-tock jennifer was now on time
Daughter's birthday poem.. as you can guess


A friend from down under "aw-soop"
got turned around
up near the ground
was so profound
as to resound
hallelujah! my name is now poos-wa

"Poos-wa is the name I call friends (which is everyone)..., picked this up from a Marine buddy in 1974, I have no idea what it means"

Elephant McDuff

With great big feet 
and mighty ears,
elephant McDuff I wish you to meet

He has no home
but he has no need
for he is my friend, so we let him be

he dances by day
and sleeps at night
for me a joy to watch him play

so take care of him
when I'm not around
my dear friend elephant McDuff
My first try

The Birthday Bride

about the bride
the one I pride
she had my heart
from the very start

the moment she was born
it as all trumpets and horns
to celebrate the day
for all to play

she holds her head high
to look you in the eye
it is the truth she speaks
which gives me the creeps

the smile is honey
the laughter most funny
I  honor the ground
on where she is found

she is all a flutter
so I must not utter
her birthday wishes
are for more kisses

what was to be a surprise 
will be my demise
a birthday chore
so i was out the door

to find what she desires
a frying pan she admires
I failed in my quest
I did my best

the pan is missing 
so i give more kissing
some dancing was requested
but i got arrested

the dance was for her
i stood at the door
not a stitch was worn
as when i was born

the law understands
the trouble i will land
if her present is not right
it must be tonight

cozy is the jail
i hope to make bail
the heart does warm
so i weather the storm

if she has a birthday most kind
with me on her mind
then my time does learn
how her happiness to earn

not with things and critters
to make her glitter
but a birthday of joy
from her little cowboy
My wife's birthday poem