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.

Sit a Bit

Come set beside me and read, my shoulder overlook,
I'm easy still to figure out, I'm open as a book.

I try to wear my inner self, veiled, hid from public view,
but when I type or pen my thoughts, I show myself to you.

I'd like to have mystique, demure and dreamy as my goal,
but callous I, rough around the edges, a ship, dragging on a Shoal.

My time upon the earth will shortly be remembered,
a burnt up branch, a twig or leaf, that's barely even embered.

Getting Jeri Going

Now that Jeri's going, We can all enjoy her blog,She'll be posting like a madman, She'll be clearing up the fog.
We'd better help the others who all struggle at the first,Cause if they don't get better, they will surely all get worst'.
So when we get to helping, we need to keep in mind,What we have done and others, so that no one's left behind.
Donna's having trials putting photoes on the net,If someone has the time, you could help her I would bet.
So there I'm getting off here, but I'm staying close at hand,If someone needs assistance, I will type to beat the band.