The horse ate the roses,
The sheep ate them, too.
The goat ate the lilacs
Before their debut.
We planted new roses
And built a new fence
With plenty of space for
Their frolic cadence.
We planted new lilacs
And pleased all the bees,
Then kept all the critters
And kept all the trees.
Sunday, March 13, 2011
The Creek
The water spiders skate atop
The gently wandering flow;
I stepped into the current there
To see what it would know.
The cold I felt outside my boots
(Although my socks stayed dry)
Relaxed me to the core of soul
Though I did not know why.
The current and the rocky song
Of bubbling water sounds
Brought leaves and twigs and moss along,
Poured forth out of the ground
And silently I watched it all
Though inwardly I'd sing
And always afterward recall
That journey to the spring.
The gently wandering flow;
I stepped into the current there
To see what it would know.
The cold I felt outside my boots
(Although my socks stayed dry)
Relaxed me to the core of soul
Though I did not know why.
The current and the rocky song
Of bubbling water sounds
Brought leaves and twigs and moss along,
Poured forth out of the ground
And silently I watched it all
Though inwardly I'd sing
And always afterward recall
That journey to the spring.
Collie Red
While the chicken squawked and clucked
It would have its feathers plucked
The extraordinary collie
Held it looking rather jolly
"No, Red, put the chicken down."
You could almost see him frown,
(Fussing hen between his feet)
"Feathers are not good to eat."
But he finally was persuaded
When for dog biscuits he traded.
It would have its feathers plucked
The extraordinary collie
Held it looking rather jolly
"No, Red, put the chicken down."
You could almost see him frown,
(Fussing hen between his feet)
"Feathers are not good to eat."
But he finally was persuaded
When for dog biscuits he traded.
That's Spring!
Muddy boots,
Spring thaw.
First flower I saw
Brought in.
Celebrate
Cold winter's abate.
Faith flies,
Birds land,
Migrations disband.
Soil's tilled,
Rains pour,
I've seen this before.
Lambs come,
Eggs hatch.
Great green clover patch
Bees fly
(And sting!)
You betcha, that's spring!
Spring thaw.
First flower I saw
Brought in.
Celebrate
Cold winter's abate.
Faith flies,
Birds land,
Migrations disband.
Soil's tilled,
Rains pour,
I've seen this before.
Lambs come,
Eggs hatch.
Great green clover patch
Bees fly
(And sting!)
You betcha, that's spring!
Monday, August 30, 2010
Super All Mart
Large wide aisles
Shoppers' smiles
Echoed noise
Low cost toys
Food to spare
Clothes to wear
Get to know
Clearance row
Crafts to do
Shoes are new
Towels and whites
Games and lights
Full the cart,
Full the heart
Seeing more
In that store
Than I've ever seen before.
Shoppers' smiles
Echoed noise
Low cost toys
Food to spare
Clothes to wear
Get to know
Clearance row
Crafts to do
Shoes are new
Towels and whites
Games and lights
Full the cart,
Full the heart
Seeing more
In that store
Than I've ever seen before.
Labels:
poetry about shopping,
shopping,
Walmart,
Walmart Poetry
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Dabble Paint
It happened on a certain day
When Travis put his paints away
There came a knock upon his door
That asked if he had any more
He showed a canvas to the gent
Who paid him handsomely, and went
And by the time the week was out
A crowd was trampling about!
They fought to reach his door and bid
(Not mindful of the harm they did
To flowered paving stones aside
The walkway that was none too wide.)
And soon his pockets paid were full
And he began an artist school
To teach some youngsters how to splash
In colors they could sell for cash!
When Travis put his paints away
There came a knock upon his door
That asked if he had any more
He showed a canvas to the gent
Who paid him handsomely, and went
And by the time the week was out
A crowd was trampling about!
They fought to reach his door and bid
(Not mindful of the harm they did
To flowered paving stones aside
The walkway that was none too wide.)
And soon his pockets paid were full
And he began an artist school
To teach some youngsters how to splash
In colors they could sell for cash!
Monday, February 15, 2010
Celebrity
I walked into the soda shop
And carried certain airs
To see if acting like a star
Would get me anywhere
I handed out some autographs
So graciously for free
Although the dazed recipients
Weren't sure they'd heard of me
I ordered up the very best
And didn't drink it all
Then argued with my agent
On a fake incoming call
And when I left the biggest tip
The place had ever seen
They whispered that if I came back
They'd treat me like a queen.
And carried certain airs
To see if acting like a star
Would get me anywhere
I handed out some autographs
So graciously for free
Although the dazed recipients
Weren't sure they'd heard of me
I ordered up the very best
And didn't drink it all
Then argued with my agent
On a fake incoming call
And when I left the biggest tip
The place had ever seen
They whispered that if I came back
They'd treat me like a queen.
Friday, November 20, 2009
Hometown Music
Coffee morning foyer
He sits with his guitar
A melody in heartstrings
Played at the breakfast bar
They bring him extra Java
To try to keep him there
And hope that soul-felt music
Keeps floating on the air
He never spoke a sentence
More than a couple words
But all the local patrons
Enjoyed the things they heard
I never once approached him
I never learned his name
Until the day the reaper
Had filed another claim
And now the shop seems empty
Though still I think I hear
Somewhere he must be playing
Among angelic ears.
He sits with his guitar
A melody in heartstrings
Played at the breakfast bar
They bring him extra Java
To try to keep him there
And hope that soul-felt music
Keeps floating on the air
He never spoke a sentence
More than a couple words
But all the local patrons
Enjoyed the things they heard
I never once approached him
I never learned his name
Until the day the reaper
Had filed another claim
And now the shop seems empty
Though still I think I hear
Somewhere he must be playing
Among angelic ears.
Labels:
breakfast bar,
hometown musicians,
music
Monday, October 19, 2009
Gelatin Dessert
Gelatin plate with sweetened berries
Mixed with toppings made of cream
Molded in a shape that's merry
Halfway twixt a dinner's dream
Though the tasty treats are many
That a connoisseur could name
I am doubtful you'll find any
With a texture quite the same!
Mixed with toppings made of cream
Molded in a shape that's merry
Halfway twixt a dinner's dream
Though the tasty treats are many
That a connoisseur could name
I am doubtful you'll find any
With a texture quite the same!
Labels:
gelatin desserts
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Dancer
Glittering in silver black
Flying o'er the stage
Heels resounding
Music, wild and living,
Stirs the heart to answer
As the enemy's defeated
And our ears and eyes are treated
To the sight.
Virtue wins and love is rescued
Crumbling answers are rejected;
That which grows and breathes unpoisoned
Is now free to feed on light
And in this,
Bloom.
Thus the empty inner room
That every soul its chamber knows
Will join the tune.
Flying o'er the stage
Heels resounding
Music, wild and living,
Stirs the heart to answer
As the enemy's defeated
And our ears and eyes are treated
To the sight.
Virtue wins and love is rescued
Crumbling answers are rejected;
That which grows and breathes unpoisoned
Is now free to feed on light
And in this,
Bloom.
Thus the empty inner room
That every soul its chamber knows
Will join the tune.
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Upstairs Room
From the room the view is best
Like a sparrow in a nest
Highest up the window view
Shows what's new.
Nothing's new around just yet
Grass and pavement getting wet
As the steady rain that pours
Does the chores.
When the world is washed and bright
Crickets chirp announce the night
And the street lamps further down
Light the sound.
Like a sparrow in a nest
Highest up the window view
Shows what's new.
Nothing's new around just yet
Grass and pavement getting wet
As the steady rain that pours
Does the chores.
When the world is washed and bright
Crickets chirp announce the night
And the street lamps further down
Light the sound.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Breathe Round Other Ways News
Tree bark, coffee, chocolate chips,
Soft and fertile earth,
Wood grain, wood stain, pencil tips,
Dog and puppy fur,
Clothing flashing matching shades
In their richest brown parades
Calmness shimmers in the tone
Heaven gave our eyes to own.
Soft and fertile earth,
Wood grain, wood stain, pencil tips,
Dog and puppy fur,
Clothing flashing matching shades
In their richest brown parades
Calmness shimmers in the tone
Heaven gave our eyes to own.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Pony
Rippling muscles running strong
Streaming mane and tail along
Snorting in her living glee
Cantered through the field to me
Burring nose so velvet pink
Gives a hint to what you think
Carrot in my pocket? Yes!
However did you guess?
Streaming mane and tail along
Snorting in her living glee
Cantered through the field to me
Burring nose so velvet pink
Gives a hint to what you think
Carrot in my pocket? Yes!
However did you guess?
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Cheese
Swiss, Havarti, cheddar, Jack,
Make a satisfying snack.
Colby, cottage, provolone,
Soothe the hungry stomach's moan.
Mozzarella, plain or cooked,
Is a winner in my book.
Parmesan, Romano, brick,
Grated, sliced both thin and thick,
Cream cheese makes a lovely pie
Munster's good on ham and rye
Melted nachos, warm with fire,
Cause the eater to perspire.
Oh, how bland the world would be
If there were no cows (or cheese)!
Make a satisfying snack.
Colby, cottage, provolone,
Soothe the hungry stomach's moan.
Mozzarella, plain or cooked,
Is a winner in my book.
Parmesan, Romano, brick,
Grated, sliced both thin and thick,
Cream cheese makes a lovely pie
Munster's good on ham and rye
Melted nachos, warm with fire,
Cause the eater to perspire.
Oh, how bland the world would be
If there were no cows (or cheese)!
Labels:
poems about cheese
Monday, August 31, 2009
To Fish
Lures, flies, jigs, dough,
Worms, minnows, spinners,
Weights, lines, bobbers, boats,
All for catching dinners.
Reels, poles, hats, nets,
Finders for the deep,
Hoping that the best one gets
Big enough to keep!
Worms, minnows, spinners,
Weights, lines, bobbers, boats,
All for catching dinners.
Reels, poles, hats, nets,
Finders for the deep,
Hoping that the best one gets
Big enough to keep!
Labels:
catching fish,
fishing poem
Monday, August 10, 2009
Lightning
In depth of gray, a bolt of light
That flashes on a rainy night
With beauty that inspires fear
And warnings that are loud and clear.*
I wonder if without it we
Would now be using energy
Or be inspired to generate
The power that has made us great?
This killer luminosity
That sparked our curiosity
Restores the ozone to the sphere
So we can all keep living here.
*Author's note: What would it be like to live in a world where, instead of hearing the approach of a thunderstorm, storms randomly spent sparks in split seconds, silently? What would a silent thunderstorm be like to experience? How would we know when all was clear to go out again? How would we know to be careful? Or would we be paranoid and always looking over our shoulders if the storms were silent, never sure it's not around waiting to zap someone? Something I've thought about.
That flashes on a rainy night
With beauty that inspires fear
And warnings that are loud and clear.*
I wonder if without it we
Would now be using energy
Or be inspired to generate
The power that has made us great?
This killer luminosity
That sparked our curiosity
Restores the ozone to the sphere
So we can all keep living here.
*Author's note: What would it be like to live in a world where, instead of hearing the approach of a thunderstorm, storms randomly spent sparks in split seconds, silently? What would a silent thunderstorm be like to experience? How would we know when all was clear to go out again? How would we know to be careful? Or would we be paranoid and always looking over our shoulders if the storms were silent, never sure it's not around waiting to zap someone? Something I've thought about.
Labels:
electricity,
lightning,
storms
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Near Star
We like the sun,
And well we might:
Without it we'd have always night
When day is dawn
Then we can see
From where we get our energy
Without the sun
And what it gives
There'd be not one of us that lives;
The animals
And all the plants
The very same in circumstance
It fed the young
From long ago
Who passed to us the things they know
It feeds us now
And future eyes
May wake to see it set and rise.
And well we might:
Without it we'd have always night
When day is dawn
Then we can see
From where we get our energy
Without the sun
And what it gives
There'd be not one of us that lives;
The animals
And all the plants
The very same in circumstance
It fed the young
From long ago
Who passed to us the things they know
It feeds us now
And future eyes
May wake to see it set and rise.
Labels:
the sun
Friday, July 31, 2009
Night Cat
Eyes large, paws prowl
Perfect balance on the fence
Soft fur, silent steps
Magnifying every sense
Perked ears, perfect sight
In the dimming cricket light.
Perfect balance on the fence
Soft fur, silent steps
Magnifying every sense
Perked ears, perfect sight
In the dimming cricket light.
Labels:
cats,
cats at night,
evening
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Sewing
A spool, a cylinder
Is round
Upon which winding
Threads are found
And if someone
Inclined to sew
Who has the thread
And has the know
Should take a look
And take a notion
We will see
Their sewing motion
Making something
Whole, or new
A very useful
Thing to do
And so creative
As we see
Some mended, and
Some yet to be.
Is round
Upon which winding
Threads are found
And if someone
Inclined to sew
Who has the thread
And has the know
Should take a look
And take a notion
We will see
Their sewing motion
Making something
Whole, or new
A very useful
Thing to do
And so creative
As we see
Some mended, and
Some yet to be.
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Red Block
Red block on the floor
How did you get there?
Know what you are for,
Or do you care?
A hand put you there
Of that is no doubt
There's no other way
A block could get out.
The toy box is full
Of others like you
So that's where I will
Return you to.
Next time when a hand
And mind will make art
You'll not be it all
But a part.
Together you'll stand
Divide and you'll fall
Intelligent hand
Learns it all.
How did you get there?
Know what you are for,
Or do you care?
A hand put you there
Of that is no doubt
There's no other way
A block could get out.
The toy box is full
Of others like you
So that's where I will
Return you to.
Next time when a hand
And mind will make art
You'll not be it all
But a part.
Together you'll stand
Divide and you'll fall
Intelligent hand
Learns it all.
Labels:
building blocks
Saturday, July 11, 2009
The Anvil
The ringing of the anvil
Was a disappointing tone
For though I raise the hammer
It will spark upon the stone
(We thought we had it figured out,
And we were not alone.)
And yet I bread to wonder
Why the pie flew in the sky
And why the woods for weeks stood still
And let their sailors die.
(For who had not yet felt the death
Of rivers that run dry?)
And here I stand and wonder,
And go, "Why, oh why, oh why?"
Was a disappointing tone
For though I raise the hammer
It will spark upon the stone
(We thought we had it figured out,
And we were not alone.)
And yet I bread to wonder
Why the pie flew in the sky
And why the woods for weeks stood still
And let their sailors die.
(For who had not yet felt the death
Of rivers that run dry?)
And here I stand and wonder,
And go, "Why, oh why, oh why?"
Labels:
nonsense
Monday, July 6, 2009
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Country Bicycle
Knobby tires pass
Over fescue grass
Riders on their bikes
Pedal where they like
In the morning chill
Up the bouncing hill
Down the other side
(Easy coasting ride)
See what nature tells
Ring the handle bells
Insects upward fly
As they happen by
Muscles gaining tone
(Whoops! Avoid that stone!)
Helmets in the breeze
Rushing past the trees
Onward winding trail
(See the hiding quail?)
Breathless from the ride
Drinks and rest inside.
Over fescue grass
Riders on their bikes
Pedal where they like
In the morning chill
Up the bouncing hill
Down the other side
(Easy coasting ride)
See what nature tells
Ring the handle bells
Insects upward fly
As they happen by
Muscles gaining tone
(Whoops! Avoid that stone!)
Helmets in the breeze
Rushing past the trees
Onward winding trail
(See the hiding quail?)
Breathless from the ride
Drinks and rest inside.
Labels:
bicycles,
bike rides,
country trails
Monday, June 22, 2009
Apple Path
Upon the nervous dawn of school
I'd often close my eyes
And see an apple paradise
That still I see sometimes
A lonely path stood empty near
A sturdy fence of board
It led to the horizon whence
A warmth of brilliance poured.
The apple trees around me stood
Upon a lawn of green
And nothing stirred or moved them in
The absolute serene.
And still today it beckons me
To come and walk that road
To find what lies beyond it where
The peace and apples glowed.
I'd often close my eyes
And see an apple paradise
That still I see sometimes
A lonely path stood empty near
A sturdy fence of board
It led to the horizon whence
A warmth of brilliance poured.
The apple trees around me stood
Upon a lawn of green
And nothing stirred or moved them in
The absolute serene.
And still today it beckons me
To come and walk that road
To find what lies beyond it where
The peace and apples glowed.
Labels:
apples,
pathways,
starting school,
taking a walk
Friday, June 19, 2009
Northern Tractors
Cross the now unfrosted fields
Tractors wake from winter sleep
Churning dirt to foster yields
That the tractors never eat.
In their busy rolling gait
As they putter in the soil
Others now admiring wait
For the product of their toil.
Tractors wake from winter sleep
Churning dirt to foster yields
That the tractors never eat.
In their busy rolling gait
As they putter in the soil
Others now admiring wait
For the product of their toil.
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