Life is like a road trip

Life is like a road trip

Sometimes you realize you are not going in the right direction

WRONG WAY

When this happens you must go back

U TURN

Don’t worry if things get too hectic

Its OK to reduce your speed

SLOW DOWN

If you are really reckless and moving too fast

Other may step in and force you to go slower

SPEED HUMPS

There are times when you just have to take a rest and chill

STOP

Be adventurous and explore

There are however places where you should never go

DO NOT ENTER

Occasionally you will find yourself in a blind alley

DEAD END

There may be many ways to get to your destination

If you follow a crowd, they will choose your direction

ONE WAY

If you are tired of running, step off the path

EXIT

Its never all plain sailing

People may try to block your path

Don’t fight them, instead find a way around peacefully 

DETOUR

Be courteous when meeting others moving in your path

GIVE WAY

When you get to your destination, make sure you stop in the right place

NO PARKING

Never overstay your welcome

3 HOUR LIMIT

life is like a road trip

Don’t blow it

How long does it take to eat an apple at the end of a picnic

there is something ever so special about picnics

the excitement starts when preparing the food at home

knowing it will be consumed alfresco

wondering which spot will be chosen 

will it be by a flowing river or on a sandy beach

I carefully packed the picnic basket in the car

hunger pangs grew stronger while driving

heading out towards Assateague island

discovering a beautiful spot on the bayside

a picnic bench overlooking the bay

hardly anybody around on this cool spring day

watching the seagulls gliding by

wild ponies wandering through the distant marsh

kayakers rhythmically plowing through the cold choppy waters

you carefully arranged our picnic lunch

the food you had prepared was divine

gulping the salty fresh air with each delicious morsel

the chilled rose was a perfect pairing for the cool breeze

closing my eyes with every sip to see the long hot summer days to come

picking up the apple with my left hand

as my right hand reached out to hold yours

gripping them both firmly for a few tantalizing moments

squeezing your hand hard every time I bit into that apple

savoring the sweat tangy taste of that juicy fruit

pausing a long time after swallowing each mouthful 

you gave my hand a gentle prompting squeeze

before every delicious crunching bite

that apple lasted an eternity

The 6.29 train from Grey Matter Pool is now arriving at Fingertips

When its time to write my daily poem

I grab random words as they run fast through my mind

Capturing them in my neural net 

Tossing them into a large empty container at the back of my head

I fill up the container with water

Dead words silently slip out through the drain

Lively words float to the top singing

Dancing over the surface like olympic ice skaters

After I have been sufficiently mesmerized by their display

Words are invited to step out of my grey matter pool and dry off

Commuting words quickly line up for an approaching train

The 6.29 morning train for Fingertips is now approaching platform 7

The train rushes though my veins at lightening speed

The 6.29 train from Grey Matter Pool is now arriving at Fingertips

Words burst through the open doors and run towards the exits

Massive lines form at the turnstiles

My fingers start to swell up with commuting words

I read the next word in line and spell out his name on the keyboard

The turnstile clicks and he exits the station

Once on my computer screen he typically smiles at his new neighbors

I type as fast as I can to ease the pressure on my swollen fingers

Eventually they all get through and I can take a rest

Suddenly a fight breaks out as a gang of words become agitated

They took offense from the taunts of a nearby rival word gang

I send in the word police riot squad to break up the scuffle

Separating the offenders onto different parts of the page

Unfortunately some words keep resisting and have to be deleted

I feel sad for them having wasted a long journey

Eventually every word is in the right place

All excited to see which of them will make it up top into the title

Knowing that in a few minutes they will all journey to another computer or phone

Patiently waiting in cheekynonkeypoetry.com to be read by you

What does it mean

A red balloon

Heart shaped

Helium filled

String attached

Valentines gift

Clings to ceiling

Defying gravity

String hangs down

Does it mean

your love

Will fly away

When unattached

Does it mean

She tugs on

Your heart strings

Very very lightly

Does it mean

Those without balloons

Are unloved

And unwanted

Does it mean

She loves red

Gas filled

Plastic bags

Does it mean

You were duped

Into purchasing

Commercialized junk

It does mean

No respect

For the environment

Discarded balloons kill animals

Let your white knights do training exercises

A few days ago I had my second shingles shot

The side effects were pretty severe

Muscle pains and fever knocked me out for 36 hours

I wanted to understand why my body was reacting this way

So last night while sleeping I asked for a meeting

I requested somebody in charge of my antibodies to explain everything to me

A nice chap called James showed up

He introduced himself as the COO in charge of my body’s defenses

James explained that he has been working diligently since I was born

As I new baby my defenses were under developed

Daily attacks from viruses, bacteria, toxins and pathogens threatened my existence

James said that each attack was fought off by front line soldiers in my white blood cells

They are the white knights who engage in hand to hand combat with these enemies

Over time they build up experience of which weapons work best for specific invaders

The white knights have access to huge armory of weapons stored in my body

I asked James what the shingles vaccine was all about

He reminded me that I had chicken pox as a child

The white knights spent a couple of weeks slaying most of the chicken pox viruses

But a few escaped and went into hiding in remote parts of my body

They can reemerge many years later in the form of a shingles virus

Nobody wants the extreme pain and discomfort of shingles said James

He congratulated me on deciding to get the shingles vaccine

I sent out extra white knights to battle with the shingles viruses

They captured multiple virus particles and brought them to the armory

Shingles weapons were developed and manufactured in the armory for future use

I asked James why I was so sore after the shingles vaccine

He explained that the vaccine distributed inert shingles virus particles all over my body

The white knights set out to destroy them and evict their remains

Unfortunately the intense fighting creates inflammation in your muscles

The massive activity in your blood stream raises your temperature for a while too

James said this only lasts a day or two at most

Then the new shingles weapons are put back in the armory in case of future attacks

I thanked James for his explanations and suggested he give the white knights a day off 

Sorry I cannot do that said James, that would allow the enemy to sneak in and make you sick

James explained that my white knights work 24/7 to keep me alive and healthy

I asked James what I could do to help the white knights do their job

Eat a good diet, exercise and try to sleep well without too much alcohol or stimulants he said

Oh and never pass over an opportunity to get vaccinated he stressed

Think of the vaccination as a training exercise for your white knights

Having more weapons in their armory improves your chances of living a long life

I thanked James for the meeting and slept soundly the rest of the night

Demons

Depression consumes you

Eats away at your soul

There is no escaping it

Sleeping is no cure

Demons wait for you to wake up

Stomping all over you

Your body aches

Pills are not the answer

Your mind has been hijacked

Negative thoughts squat

Refusing to be evicted

You just want to be alone

No interest in working

Exercise is unappealing

Even eating is a chore

You have reached rock bottom

Time slows down

You stare into empty space

Nothing in focus

You take a deep breath

This is endless

You feel totally numb

What is that sound

Music is playing

Its your favorite song

Negative thoughts melt away

Happy memories float in

Bright ideas queue up

Patiently waiting for you

Your aches drain away

You feel energized again

Your next breath tastes so sweet

Color returns to your vision

That smell of cooking is so good

Tactile touches make your fingers dance

You just got your life back

Hold onto it tight

Do not let those demons back in

Its not easy being a dad

Its not easy being a dad

Babies are hard to read

You have to guess a lot

Try to keep them happy

Sometimes you guess right

Other times they cry a lot

Babies often cling to their mother

Dads can feel they are superfluous at times

Dads worry about their babies 

its not easy being a dad

Toddlers are more fun

They ask lots of questions

Soak up knowledge like sponges

But most dads have to work long hours

Leaving little time to be with their young kids

Missing many important days in their lives

Dads regret not being there for them more often

Dads are too proud to ask for parenting advice

Dads have to provide for the whole family

Dads have to fix up the house and the car

Do all the manly things while still finding time to be a parent

Its tough being a dad

Teenagers are really hard work

Rebelling and testing boundaries

Soft dads give in too much

Their kids get out of control

Tough dads make a stance

Dishing out the discipline when needed

Risking that their kids will pull away from them

But praying they will turn out right

Dads get no awards for just being a dad

You are still a dad when your kids are all grown up

Hoping they plot a good course in life

Now giving fatherly advice only when asked

Wondering what kind of parents your own kids will be

Did you really leave a lasting impression on them

Did you guide them into better opportunities than you had

Could you have been a better dad for them

You cannot turn the clock backwards

Its not easy being a dad

Dance and romance

I remember so well our first dance

That led to our steamy romance

It started with a mundane conversation

Your voice gave me a strange sensation

Your words were dancing in my ear

Your intentions became ever so clear

I led you to the crowded dance floor

A place you had been many times before

The rhythmic squeezing of your hand

Totally in tune with the band

Your feet were smoothly gliding

Your inhibitions no longer hiding

Our bodies twisting and turning

My heart beat out the yearning

The evening flew by ever so fast

I wanted it to forever last

Then came the last slow number

Your head on my shoulder in a mock slumber

Your breath felt like fire on my neck

Your lips planted a discernible surrendering peck

My grip on your waist went tighter

We both knew this would be an all nighter