Where the sidewalk stops,
And the grass begins,
That’s where I’ll meet you know now,
In this grassy field,
Where the houses end,
And birds do sing out loud,
Join me right there,
So we can sing,
About the peace of time,
For if we do,
All join in song,
Than no one will have fear,
That war will come,
For we will live,
Forever in this world,
And when song does come,
We will have learned,
That killing is so wrong,
-Aaron E-J

Let’s go to the store,
And by a bicycle,
Hopefully it will be,
Just what I want,
And I can use it,
Every day,
And it will be so fun!
But if this bicycle,
Only has three gears,
It won’t be that fun to ride,
And the one at the store,
Has just that,
Why do they make this kind?
Now I’m off to pout,
And look online,
But the options are so bleak,
There are either ones,
Just like this,
Or ones that the price is to high,
Maybe I should go,
Back to build,
One that meets my needs,
But that is hard,
And needs some tools,
That I do not have at hand,
So here I sit,
Writing this poem,
That doesn’t sound that good.
-Aaron E-J

To dam up a river only holds so long

Today is the day
That we play,
And do pray,
That the way,
Of the day,
Never goes away.
But I fear that this way,
May change too soon,
And if this does happen,
We will have to pay.

I will not let this happen,
I will try to turn,
The course time is headed,
And the way things do chance,
But I know this is hard,
And right now I’m alone,
It is easer to resist,
Than to move another way,
But in time,
I do know,
That to dam up a river,
Only holds so long,
But to change the direction,
To divert the flow,
Will last much longer,
Over time.
-Aaron E-J

Humidity is dampness,
So dreadful you can’t bear.
The mold that grows,
Like weeds or grass,
Cannot be cleaned in summers heat,
And if you even try,
The cleanest it will ever get,
Is hardly worth the stress.
For no motivation comes at all,
When you are drenched in sweat,
You’d rather go and drown in ice,
Or pack and move up north,
However now you’re headed home,
And what to wonders eyes?
An air condition has arrived,
Your daddy brought it home,
And as you step inside the room,
You cannot thank him more!
-Aaron E-J

Where, when, who, why,
And all the what ifs,
The questions keep poring,
And it’s getting kind of boring,
But the alternative scarier,
For if we stopped with the questions,
We wouldn’t progress,
There aren’t any answers,
When no questions are asked,
And our brains slowly decay
-Aaron E-J

Newspapers & Their Readers

1. The Wall Street Journal is read by the people who run the country.
2. The Washington Post is read by people who think they run the country.
3. The New York Times is read by people who think they should run the country and who are very good at crossword puzzles.
4. USA Today is read by people who think they ought to run the country but don’t really understand The New York Times. They do, however, like their statistics shown in pie charts.
5. The Los Angeles Times is read by people who wouldn’t mind running the country — if they could find the time — and if they didn’t have to leave Southern California to do it.
6. The Boston Globe is read by people whose parents used to run the country and did a far superior job of it, thank you very much.
7. The New York Daily News is read by people who aren’t too sure who’s running the country and don’t really care as long as they can get a seat on the train.
8. The New York Post is read by people who don’t care who’s running the country as long as they do something really scandalous, preferably while intoxicated.
9. The Miami Herald is read by people who are running another country but need the baseball scores.
10. The San Francisco Chronicle is read by people who aren’t sure there is a country … or that anyone is running it; but if so, they oppose all that they stand for. There are occasional exceptions if the leaders are handicapped minority feminist atheist dwarfs who also happen to be illegal aliens from any other country or galaxy provided, of course, that they are not Republicans.
11. The National Enquirer is read by people trapped in line at the grocery store.

Went the sky on a Saturday night,
The rockets were zooming,
Through a cloudy spring sky,
To explode in bright flash of thousands of colors,
That illuminate nighttime with flashes of lightning,
And smoke which fills the air

As I sit down to watch the festivities begin,
I can not help but wonder when this all this began,
“Is it late?”
I do think,
“Will the fireworks get done?”
I do not need to worry, only check on my wrist,
The time is right there and its quarter past ten,
And that’s when the big bang went into the air,
To announce to the public that we were still there
-Aaron E-J

Listen to the MUSTN’TS, child,
Listen to the DON’TS
Listen to the SHOULDN’TS
Listen to the NEVER HAVES
Then listen close to me –
Anything can happen, child,
ANYTHING can be.
-Shel Silverstein