Broken Faucet

Screaming, yelling, fighting mad
At the faucet broken bad
Spending money for the fix
Expenses not in the mix
Hiding cleansers from baby's hands
Ignoring swearing, following demands
(*!@$*!*** water everwhere, get the mop
Wait $*@$ no make the water stop!!!)
It is just a broken faucet after all
Just some plumbing taken a fall
Water floating under the bridge
(Well, actually across the floor, then under the fridge)
It is all good now, fixed up nice
Not bad for a night's work, twice!

© 2012 Deanna Repose Oaks
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http://www.amazon.com/author/deannaoaks

Music Store

Sitting in the music store
Listening to players play
Before they buy
Their instrument today
Wanting to relax
In a room full of sounds
Competing with volume
Music Go Round
Even without the rhymn
To go with with my rhyme
I could sit here all day
If I had the time
But I must leave
Before the want overtakes
And I succumb
To an overpriced mistake
Sitting here listening
To music played
I think my stay here
Is a little overstayed
But I continue to sit
And listen to it all
Even the stories
Ten miles tall

In the Wings

Cloaked in black, in the wings
Watching such wonderous things
Scrims, lights, sounds and flys
You wouldn't believe your eyes
I don't see you, you don't see me
But what you don't see
Let's your imagination soar
Such that your laughter roars
Or tears stream down your cheeks
Feeling the results for weeks
A drama come to brilliant light
Keeping the stage clean and bright
For the next sitting to be sat
In the wings, is where I'm at

Driving Stick

I start, I stall, I start again
Moving forward, lurching
Stalling again
Starting over, better this time
Too much gas
Flooded
Unable to move, stuck
Started again, lurching forward
Whiplash
Stalling out, fewer now
Somehow it clicks
Second
Third
Fourth
Fifth
Now, driving
Just driving, without direction
Afraid to stop
Fearing the hazard
Lurching again
Out of gas

© 2012 Deanna Repose Oaks
All Rights Reserved
http://www.amazon.com/author/deannaoaks

Failing Miserably

Can't sleep for all the stress
Looking around, everything a mess
Undone things left here and there
Uncalled friends, all too aware
Of how I am and all I do
My intentions, non-actions, follow through
Can't help where I am or how I got
This situation, all I've caught
Now I see and I can't fix
The mess I am now admist
So the deeper in I go
To try to reap what I sow
Keeping in mind, that should I fail
At least I tried before the hammer hit the nail

© 2012 Deanna Repose Oaks
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http://www.amazon.com/author/deannaoaks

Keeping Up...

With the Kardashians
Or the Joneses
Either way, not for me
Too expensive
With way too many trends
I find I'd rather love family
Friends, and even possibly strangers
Much more fun than wasting money
Time, and even space
On things that won't matter
Once we leave this place

User Error

The script
The query
And the logic
Create a mess
Inspiration disappears
Amid frustration
Tables are turned
Taken away
Then given a new birth
Somewhere else far away
Left alone with my devices
I'd falter past failure
Yet my friends find me
Drag me back to the day
Smiling, laughing among errors
Too random to feel real
Too frequent to be fake
Now the truth is seen
User error is underneath