To procrastinate
Feels so great
It won’t be late
But I’ll just wait
Another day or two
Won’t really matter to you
When I do get it done
When I reach completion
Time to celebrate
A moment to calibrate
Then time to push off
Another due date.
Just One More Day
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An Impossible Meeting
Today I met someone
previously unknown.
Visiting from Alabama,
Texas not their home.
The chances of this meeting
were unbelievably rare
and I have to think that this greeting
was based on a prayer.
For the people I met
had nothing to offer.
But in motion it set
thought food for my daughter.
Happenstance meetings like this don’t occur,
unless someone up there who was gifted with myrrh,
has plans for a life until now undisturbed.
Now I know something about someone who
needs prayer, love and healing to help them cut through
the lies, hurt and pain narrating their negative view.
A Poem on Blood Red Moon? Not Today.
This morning I sat down to write
a poem that was expected.
To deliver humor, sarcasm and wit
in a method that is accepted.
Keyboard out in front of me,
fingers ready to type.
I hit the wall of originality
and sat, frustrated, no hype.
I started to brainstorm and find an idea
about events, both funny and sad.
Nothing came to mind, not even jokes about North Korea.
So I close today with little to add
and even less to say.
I hope that tomorrow brings more creative thought
and that you’ll enjoy today’s honesty.
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Too Late To Drop That Class
I keep having this dream
In it I can’t finish a thing
I’m always late with my next assignment
And to this English class I’m constantly absent
There’s this building pressure
To come up with some great answer
But my failure to attend this class
acts as some kind of impasse
Now, here’s the weird thing
I’m not in college or busy “educating”
Yet this dream of due dates missed galore
Wakes me up monthly with a mental bedsore
In it I am chasing the American dream
Fighting for good grades and college, it would seem
But a realization hits in the middle of it –
it’s too late to catch up so I might as well quit
I awoke this morning in a bit of panic
Until I remembered that I’ve conquered all that
I crawled out of bed and laughed it away
Focusing on what not to forget this new day
BaD IdeA
When he traded in the van for a sporty, red two door,
it was a bad idea.
When he went golfing with the fellas instead of going to the store,
it was a bad idea.
When he didn’t call his mother on her 55th birthday,
it was a bad idea.
When he forgot his own 15th anniversary,
it was a bad idea.
When he colored the hairs in his beard black,
it was a bad idea.
When he drank that 12th Mac and Jack,
it was a bad idea.
When he pulled away from his friends,
it was a bad idea.
When he reached the point where he was never bothered by his sins,
it was a bad idea.
When he told his wife he “loved” her but needed time away,
it was a bad idea.
When he thought that since they were apart it would be okay to stray,
it was a bad idea.
When he died alone years later,
he was sure: HE WAS THE KING OF BAD IDEAS.
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A Hard Place To Be
When you see it
and
you want it
so
you start working towards it
If you could just get there
so
you could be where you’d like
then
all of your dreams would be realized.
The day that you reach your very first goal
then
you are happy for a time
until
you realize there is something else to gain.
Something bigger, shinier, worth more, cooler and such…..
The grass is always greener on the other side –
the water bill is twice as high.
Being content is one of the toughest places to “be.”
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Another Orphan Produced
a day unlike any other
the boy left his home
he’d been caring for his mother
now he needed room to roam
staying by her body didn’t seem the proper thing
for now he was alone, her voice would never sing
when, how, why did it happen
what was the disease that stole
his mommy’s life would quickly blacken
grow dark and take her soul
left all alone with no family to visit
options now few, such a sad exhibit
where is the help and what are the chances
for this young little orphan in life’s great expanses
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Why I Hate Qdoba
The vegetarian burrito
is not quite what it seems.
Rice & corn in the combo
but veggies are not free.
That’s right, it’s true.
There is an “up charge” for you.
If adding squash, zucchini & peppers
your new cost will require bankers.
And I don’t know why
because it isn’t that good.
How can you say “veggie”
and then charge more? Misunderstood.
You may think this post is pointless
or dull or just dumb, but I’ve been there in
Anchorage, Salt Lake and Boston.
Just once I’d like to hear the manager say:
Yeah, we charge more for veggies, but not for you today.
I’d like to hear a confession from that corporate twerp
who decided there’d be an up cost for a vegetarian burp.
Guacamole is extra and so is the queso.
But how can it be more when I want my burrito
loaded with veggies but no meat though?
See ya later Qdoba! Go ahead and be rude.
Go out of business you smug little dude.
I’m off to Chipotle where they say what they mean –
where a veggie burrito is not misleading.
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I Have…
A friend who writes down something she’s thankful for everyday.
A friend who knows just what to say when someone needs to be picked up.
A friend who genuinely cares about the kind of day you’re having.
A friend who consistently asks how he can pray for people each and every day.
A friend who is humble enough to be honest about the toughest of topics.
A friend who wants real relationships in their life and works hard to make it happen.
A friend who listens without offering solutions.
A friend who is more generous that I could ever imagine.
A friend who wants the best for me.
A friend who leads by example.
A friend that is so disciplined that I feel pretty pathetic sometimes.
A best friend who loves me and knows just what to say at just the right time. She’s also a good kisser.
It’s All In How You Handle It (It Will All Be Fine When It Ends)
It is far too easy to get carried away
For anger to boil up and words to scorch
How do I know this? You might say
Don’t you know me? I’m Matt Dortch; I react angrily
For days, weeks, months and years
my reactions were always the same
Catch, hold, boil and sneer
that was my “A” game
But something is changing these days I believe
my responses have become much less violent
so there are fewer reasons to grieve
Ahhh, the tests, trials and obstacles all still exist
but lately I’ve tried to put into practice more of what I believe
While panic and rage can inflict damage like a man’s fist
My new method of patience with thought before speaking is a better way to persist
Look, don’t try to screw me or mess with my family and all will probably be fine
but if, for some reason, you find yourself crossing the line
know I will be swift with love and forgiveness
unless I start singing again that angry, horrible chorus
Live from the third floor...... 