Some folks are Secure

Some folks are Secure, I hear, in their lack of understanding.
To be naive and have no goal or quest is frankly, less demanding.  

I've worked for most of life with very little plan or forethought.
I feel I've done all right, but stumbled to the place I've got.

It's almost like I went along and did what ever happened.
Then woke up this morning aboard a ship that I have Captained.

I know you can't plan every move and expect to end up where you head.
But a certain amount of  thought, I think, should clear the path you tread.

For now I'm quite content I guess to perform my trade with craft and agility.
But in the future I want to be remembered as one who crafted his ability.

Rickie

Rickie Tickie you're not Trickie
But when it comes to Blogging
I find you somewhat Pickie.

Mark and Dale
nor Lew and Gayle,
have never found my Trail.

I wonder how long it'll take til' you find out I decided to get back in here and Create Blog Poems til' my fingers Bleed.

By Jove I think I've Got it.

There we are my day is done,

We've Face Booked, Blogged

and searched the Web,

All three of them were fun.

I used to use this blog-spot site,

I'd blog til' I was tired,

I'd make a pot of coffee thick,

Then type til' I was wired.

My job, my life now is my sport,

no other hobby given time,

I plan to fish tho' soon I hope,

What kind of poetry is this you dope.

Now, Rickie is the slacker,

and, Cindy is the Hacker,

yes, Larry has no Lack here,

I end this Poem by cracker.

Access Denied

I thought I lost my access and it really freaked me out.
I couldn't come and post a poem, I could only set and pout.

I tried last night to no avail my life was in a tizzy.
My wife was hurt cause I was late, my blogging kept' me busy.

I couldn't sleep, I didn't snore, I tossed and turned all night.
I couldn't say what bothered me, confusion was my plight.

I woke up early with a start and wondered at the cause.
This inaccessability was forcing me to pause.

Then early in the afternoon I stumbled on the key.
I figured out the word or two that had allluded me.

Now life is good the sky is blue I've cleaned out all the Gunk.
For if you're banned from blogger land, it puts you in a funk.

I'm Blogging Read the Smoke

I'm sure the readers of my site,
are sad when I'm not here.

The length of time has been a fright,
that I'll return tis' sure.

The longing, and the Pineing,
has reached my deafened ear.

I meant not to leave you hanging,
but my purpose was made clear.

So if a person seeks my wit,
a solace there to find.

Seek me out this weekend oft',
your vigor to rewind.

The Campground in Puposky,
will be a perfect spot.

Yourselves to find, Your missing aim,
Your focus will be Got.

Tis' good to hear that you'll be there,
for there art I tis' true.

My attitude will get renewed,
I hope the same for you.

Rawkneepee

A Quite a distance Just to Blog

In Pennselvania set I, a wedding to attend.

I daytrade, read my mail, then surf to find a freind.

When finding none to hold my train, I check my other mail.

I find some long lost blogger groopy, drinking at my pail.

She klaps my poems, adoringly, yet leaves no other track.

Intrigued I search to no avail, her home address I lack.

So now I write I pen my thoughts, I've found renewed reward.

Someone else in blogger land, is similarly board.

Rawkneepee

Seventh All Time PV Reunion

Duane is gettin' Married,
I really am Quite thrilled.
There'll be Dancing in Puposky,
Our stomachs will be filled.

Duane is gettin' Married,
Diane will be his bride.
There'll be Dancing in Puposky,
We'll be happy at his side.

Duane is gettin' Married,
In Itasca Park says He.
There'll be Dancing in Puposky,
You need to join us don't you see?

This one is by Beth

I can't help but think,
there should be a link,
for Jeri's sake,
go read her take,
it's quite a nook,
go have a look.

I did this in a blink,
She really take's the cake,
This line completes the book.