my apologies

Hi folks : To those of you who follow this blog I must apologies for not updating it in the past few weeks! I had to stop some projects and that threw me back into a deep depression and I'm just now starting to come out of it . But at least for this week I'm back and here's this weeks poem:

Roping

By Lawrence R. Berger

They say that when you get to the end of your rope

you should tie a knot and hang on as tight as you can.

not always as easy as it sounds . But a sailor's hitch

can save your sanity eventually as long as you've got a good therapist and

your chemicals are in balance .

Sometimes you need to walk away

to give yourself time to tie the knot.

everything sits by the wayside while

you find your way back. Most

of the time you recover but it takes a while

I'm still living through the while .

getting better part three

HI folks: sorry this is so late but I literally just got out of bed this day. I must've been tired blooded! But hey I'm up now so here's this week's poem:

Waking up is hard to do.

By Lawrence R. Berger

Sleep comes easily as night falls.

but dawn passes by unnoticed

as dose noon .

Some days you awake refreshed and invigorated

ready to Challeng the day and claim your place in it .

Other days its tea time before your eyes meet light.

rejoice and be glad cause either way you still wake up.

see you next week.

getting better part two.

hi folks : This week I've done some work on projects and I'm feeling less stressed so here's a short poem:

Hard choices

By Lawrence R. Berger

Times are tough all over

PROSE is comming to take our jobs

and we need to work.

see you next week.

getting better!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

hi folks : sorry I missed last week but I was going through a lot . first i just found out my job maybe changing but it will still be there. Other things mentioned in my last post where not changeable but this are slowly getting better. I thinks so at least . no poem this week . sorry but I haven't writen anything soince my last post. at least this is a start.

back to the grind!

Hi folks: I hope you had a happy holiday! I wound up at a family reunion for my mother's side of the family , better known as the Shrybman tribe. I Met folks i was related to that i never know existed before. one of the cousins gave me the idea for this weeks poem so thanks and here goes:

The middle East in Rochester

By Lawrence R. Berger

Many of my relatives are Jewish

and supposedly we have a Rochester, NY

contingent that is planning to got to Israel and or

are already there.

I don't understand the concept

why got to a place where your hotel

is likely to get bombed?

or you may get shot in the head

because you don't speak the language well?

It makes no sense to me but if they want to go

I hope they get to come back.

not a very happy poem I know but in the past week

I've found out that :

I'll be loosing my job at the U of R soon,

one of my co-workers committed suicide

had my favorite aunt die of lung cancer

and I'm now on deadline for a few projects.

I'm not that happy so I'll see you next week

happy fourth of July

Hi folks : happy fourth of July, I'm off to Canada for the weekend and so here's this week's poem:

Declaration

Sometimes words fail

to inspire greatness

others use the freedom to express it .

enjoy yours.

see you next week.

special edition

Hi folks: What with Michale Jackson and Farah Faucet dying so young and the world in morning I thought it might be appropriate to issue a special edition of this blog . So, here's the poem :

Moonwalk with Angeles

by Lawrence R. Berger

Every generation has its heroes

and they forget that their idols are mortal too.

folks admire a life well lived and fantasise

that spark fame can be greater than the idols can bear

Pin up pictures and music videos changed

the way we see entertainment

ultimately its the memories that build

a legacy. These two now sleep with the Angeles

the world is in morning and icons are being canonizes

in record stores everywhere.

his children did not lose any money from his last tour that can't be made up of

memorabilia sales for there own kids foundation . Do not weep for the children but for their parents who made us all sing.