Weird weather yesterday.  Snow in Vegas and snow in Rancho Cucamonga.  

The Democratic challengers for president (so far)

Cell Phone Blues

I left my cell phone at home today,

I’m blind and cannot find my way.

Cut off from the world you see,

Drowning in anxiety.

Who might call or send a text?

Who might need me in a fix?

What if Grandma breaks a hip?

What if Trump should make a slip?

What’s the score of the hockey game?

Will the weather change or be the same?

How will I pay for my mocha frapp?

What if I’m lost and I need a map?

What will I play as I wait my turn?

How can I calculate what I’ve earned?

What’s the date for a week from next Tuesday?

What’s the latest headline on a busy news day?

I’ll make a U-turn and head to the house,

I’ll get in and out as quiet as a mouse.

No one will know, I’ll deny it to the end,

Or post it on Facebook to share with my friends.

--Ken Ferguson--

Artista di Parole

One Night

I’ll have another she said,

     Never raising her head.

And then keep ‘em coming,

     Her voice laced with dread.

He’s apparently not coming,

     She explained in a whisper.

One night of romance,

     Has become a disaster.

I met him in this bar,

     She pointed out in despair.

A man of pure mystery,

     She looked off in a stare.

He told me he loved me,

     Only hours after we met.

We went up to his room,

     I will never forget.

We made love for hours,                            

     Made me feel like a queen.

Such a passionate lover,

     It now seems just a dream.

I woke the next morning,

     He had fled in the night.

And now here I sit,

     How I must look a sight.

In a dress I wore yesterday,

     Panties tossed in my purse.

No makeup to speak of,

     How could I look worse?

I’ll have another she said,

     As her back seems to stiffen.

And appreciates the adventure,

     As the gift she’s been given.

I’ll chalk it up to experience,

     A life’s lesson learned.

A night filled with romance,

     And passions that burned.

She drained her last glass,

     And quietly smiled a goodbye.

Then she walked from the bar,

     With her head held up high.

--Ken Ferguson--

Artista di Parole

Twenty-five

My father once told me,

As he turned eighty-one.

So many years ago,

As we talked in the sun.

I still think like a young man,

I’ve a mind of twenty-five.

But my body can’t keep up

Ever hard I do strive.

I’d like to see Manhattan,

So I’ve drawn up a map.

But when push comes to shove,

I’ll just settle for a nap.

My life has slowed down,

As he explained what he meant.

My get up and go,

Seems to have got up and went.

I can see what he means,

There was wisdom in his words.

As I’ve come to the conclusion,

That growing old’s for the birds

--Ken Ferguson--

Artista Di Parole.

Just one piece please!!

Might be Baileys instead!!!

Happy birthday to Vanna Marie Rosich, aka Vanna White of "Wheel of Fortune," who turns 62 years young today. Vanna is divorced and has two children a son and a daughter.

Thinking summer thoughts