Fire Place

As you sit comfortable by the fire ,
It will warm your extremities .
Sometimes it doesn't take away the shiver
That is deep inside us sometimes .
The fire gives off a glow of the future .
As you watch the glow , it will give you
A vision of right and wrong .
As you look at the fire , you can see the ice
On the nose of the Eskimo or you can feel the redness
Of the beautiful oriole or you can see and feel
The yellow rose around your lover's toe .
You could also see the big red nose of a happy clown .
What do you see , when you look into a fire place ?

By Brock

A Punching Bag Without Air

I am me a authentic human being .
I am not a shield for shelter .
I'm not a 6 foot punching bag
But I'm here for you .
There are those , who think I am feisty .
Some people believe that I am
But a comic - strip character .
I am not a sage .
I am not going to fight you or tell you
What to do for I 'm a human being .
I will help you the best I can with my ears
Not with a punch.
I will listen .


By Brock

Sunday's Father

He works and kept a smile on his face .
He acts so exhilarant , but when Sunday comes
He wakes up with tears in his eyes .
He wipes his eyes as he starts his car
To drives 100 miles to see his son for a few emphasized hours .
He takes him to the park .
As his son plays on the merry go round with other children
Of other Sunday's fathers , the fathers just sit in a circle and talk about what to do next Sunday .
Each Sunday they get to look at their children playing
On all the pasaphers at the park and all the fathers
can look for their alimonies filled smiles.
The father's take their sons back to their mothers .
The father whips away the tears as their sons
Wave good -by until next Sunday .
The fathers drive their cars in a merry go round from Sunday to Sunday
With out a smile for they are Sunday's fathers .

By Brock