by Lawrence J. J. Leonard
She sees you cruising
on the street
and wonders
how you got there
as she is dodging
traffic and jeers
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Category Archives: Fate
Talents, Minas, and Investments
by Lawrence J. J. Leonard
Once upon a time there was some Money
There is an ancient story about a lonely leader, a business-smart person with an enormous and profitable household. There was a lot of money being made because of wise investments. The accountants said, “We are in the BLACK.” The bankers said, “This household is GOLDEN.” The creditors said, “This the best example of a GREEN enterprise.”
So, fittingly, the lonely household owner said,” So, what? I can’t sleep with all this cash and goods. I want someone to share it with. Maybe even start a family. I will go to the great metropolis and find me a spouse.”
A fork in the road
by Lawrence J. J. Leonard
Not too abstract and not concrete
unequivocal directions written
on an ambiguous parchment.
She did not understand why he was ambivalent,
then suddenly decisive
that some amorphous prize could be confined.
ON THE COOL SIDE
by Lawrence J. J. Leonard
I got a Telegram it read: “Already answered.“
We know you know these things
come down from above
But see, the Message was supposed to be a question:
“Say, do you know the meaning
or the reason
for love?”
Two cents worthy
by Lawrence J. J. Leonard
The following “One Liners” are not necessarily puns.
I happily share them with you because when you read this,
you may have forgotten that it’s not quite Friday.
Here are my two cents worth of smile material.
And they make great toasts for your next imbibe interval.
Cheers! or Gotcha!
* Life is ugly. Get a faith lift.
* I was addicted to the Hokey Pokey. Then I turned myself around.
* Save the planet! It’s the only one with beer.
* Six out of seven dwarfs are not happy.
Speak to me
by Lawrence J. J. Leonard
Bob Gauvreau 2014
There is a quiet voice.
It speaks gently.
“When you are moving:
aboard a boat
about your business
above the clouds
across the meadow
after the storm
against the wind
along the pier
T i M e
by Lawrence J. J. Leonard
I hope one day to be living
in the aftertime,
and then my airtime
will be open anytime.
It gets real
at bedtime!
