Shorts, Fragments, and Thoughts

JOY
Joy is a bunny hopping about
Inside one's breast
Joy is bubbles of laughter
Waiting to escape a smile
Joy is light turned into breath
Shining out with each sigh
Joy is brightness unhidden
An uncontainable energy
Joy reaches beyond the stars
Unfathomed, is it's power


POTATOES AND EGGS
Potatoes and eggs (big breath in)
Sniffin in a whiff
Breathin in the goodness
Knowin I'm gonna have more
Than what the Doctor says I shouldes
Sour cream and muffin
One banana, orange juice
Down I am stuffing
Mmmmmm, mmmmm!
Yummy, yummy!
I just wanna say
Thank you mummy!

A BOOK
A book is to be read
With some tea
And some bread

Hid like a crook,
In a nook,
In a bed

With a fire nearby
A tear in your eye
Like a granny

Of wise quiet mind
Then comes slumber
Gentle and kind


THE PINE TREE AND THE LAMP POST
Tonight I chanced upon a pine tree
Chatting with a lamppost dressed in black
I'm trimmed straight and lean
The lamppost said
I'm somewhat in between
Said the pine
With that they swayed and chuckled gustily

KITTY

Pretty kitty kit cat

He’s so little and fat

He’s a pretty kit, kitty kit, kitty kit

Pretty kit kitty Cat

Pretty Kitty Kit cat

Orange and round just like that

Friendly purring on my lap

He’s a pretty kit cat

Pretty Kitty kit cat

At the window mewing this way and that

Eats his food then takes a nap

Pretty kitty kit cat

Pretty Kitty kit Cat

Long fur upon his back

His tail it swishes and swishes it swishes

He’s a pretty kit cat

See him crouching in the yard looking pouty

Spying out a lizard or a mousy for his mouthy

He’s eating grass, then goes stalking on a sortie

Finding feral felines for a garden brawling party

Pretty kitty kit cat

Chasing string and swatting a gnat

Pouncing on a cricket, stopping to chat

Pretty kitty kit cat

Pretty kitty kit cat

Stretching in the sun laying flat

Scratch his neck with head cocked back

Tell him he's a pretty kit cat, for

He’s a pretty kit, kitty kit, kitty kit,
kitty kit, kitty kit, kitty kit, kitty kit,

Pretty kit, kitty kit, pretty kit, kitty kit

Pretty kit, kit-ty cat!

PEGGY
Peggy Peggy Peggy
Lovely shining Peggy
Dancing for donuts
Smiling for reggae
Turning and twisting
Sunny and smiling
To fun just insisting
Giggly, sweet, beguiling
Jumping with bounce
I love you pretty Peggy
Every little ounce

CAW CAW MR. CROW
Caw Caw Mr. Crow
Looking for a bit of cherry,
Perhaps some bread-crust,
Special sun-arrayed foil,
Or a peanut shell
For tender morsels
Sumptuous delicacies,
And shiny relics
Such as these
You always come
In evening dress,
Black Coat and tails
Day or Night
Such stately manner
How very proper
You are sir
Caw Caw Mr. Crow
Caw Caw!

ALL THE SONGS
All the songs in the willful wind
Belong to Him Who created them
All the songs in the willful wind
Belong to him who lets them in

The melodies that play within

Hearts of loving kindness bring

Ringing joyful dances to begin

Fiery storms raining precious gems

ENCRYPTED WORDS
Encrypted words
Flew like Humming birds
In the heart of the Louvre,
Aujourd'hui et toujours mon ami
Ideas like melodies
Kisses spent in kind
Make admiring minds
Want to see
Flower and buzzing bee
La vision de l'art
Vie, amour, printemps a nouveau... ,

TRUST IN LOVE
Trust in love
Love in trust
G-d is love
Give to love
Love to give
Love and live
There is peace in love
A gentle urging to kindness


NOVEMBER SATURDAY
Looking at the windowsill
Candles fluttering warm light
There is great pleasure being inside
Thinking lazy thoughts
On this November Saturday
These rich and drifting moments
Are a gift from on high.


WRECKING BALL
I've hurt someone
Now like a wrecking ball inside me
Again and again each memory
Of the people that I've hurt
Slams and hollows this one out
Like an old abandoned building

What a conceited ass
I have become
My hands reach out
All they find is rubble
My nostrils fill with smoke and dust
Ashes and sulfur are my accusers

Tears lay choking and thrashing
Somewhere deep within
Damn the cold stillness
In the granite quarry
Of a pride cramped belly

A balloon filled with putrid air
A glove with no hand to take it
A cloud without rain

As my silence groans

In the growing darkness

Of empty words and

Broken promises

Trampled love and

Shattered relationships 

Echos, of what was,

And what might have been.

ROLLED FORTH IN PEACE

The notes
Of the rock-band
Were frayed
And clashed
Until they shook
My whole being
In seeming
Reminiscence
Of the earthquake
Earlier that day
But all the while
My heart
Like many waters
Of the oceans
Rolled forth
In peace

SLIPPING SANDS
When slipping sands all turn to stone
When all there is to know is known
By reason that we may not cherish
All in this world will perish
No stone or ground left unturned
Every life, and every home
With crackling trumpet sound
The mighty heavens shall abound
Messiah is come in Glory!



FRAGRANT INCENSE
Tired shadows fled away
From the flowering pink Dawn
Dust spores collided and collected
Landing with a deafening silence
On the Venetian blinds and bookshelves
Sunlight broke in through the window pane
To offer a warm coat and a cheery smile
The room glowed as if suddenly alive
Awash in yellow and refracted colors of the rainbow
My soul felt like hot maple syrup
As I read God's words eternal
Outside the wind mocked and howled
Inside a spirit gave thanks and sang praises
Rising slowly upward like a fragrant incense


GYPSY
Gypsy Horse
Shiny silk auburn
Sleek liquid marble
Passing thunder on the earth
Born of a grace and wildness
Pensive, restless, rippling dignity

TINY DANCER
There came a tiny dancer
A twinkling in my eye
Kind words were sent a prancing
More comely by and by
The air was light and fancy
Fair music was her hair
Fierce winds her fanfare coming
Her farewell sweet breezes were



QUIPS and TIPS

OCEAN AND FLOWER
Even the mightiest ocean
Soothes the ear and
Humbly licks the shore

Every Orchid
No matter how beautiful
Starts in the dirt

PASSIONATE INTENTIONS
A good thought is a fair and noble flight
But a good action is virtue
Emotions not expressed in day to day life
Are often expressed in dreams
Don't hold back your emotions and
You will sleep better at night

Passion is most well expressed
When love for another is given action
Self love, on the other hand
Is only a dim reflection of this
Like the Sun and the moon
Both are necessary


WHAT WHISPERS THE WIND
What whispers the wind
To leaves that tremble
What says the rock
As waters fall

Beauty whispers the wind
Gushing, rushing, sparkling
Beauty, sounds the stone.

NEW BEGINNING
A new beginning,
When one is finished
Takes faith
Continuing on
Requires Hope
These allow the flower
To stand again
After the storm
And lasting fruit
Falls from the tree
Of Love

RIPPLE
A planet cannot change orbit
Without effecting the universe
Even though at first
the change remains unseen

THE COCK CROWS
The cock crows
Nudged by the unseen
So that the world
Might know
That all
Have been cared for
During the night


DESIRE ASK ASCEND
Food loses its flavor
When there is no one
To share it with

As stones are for skipping
So words are for winning
The heart of a lovesick soul

The biggest mountains
Are climbed one step
At a time



EPIGRAM TRIO
The man undressed
Is distressed

Teachers seldom do
What they teach others to

(ON COMPUTERS)
The green grass won't grow
Where the green glass glows 

PLUS ONE
Life is a serial to be consumed. 


REFLECT AND REMEMBER
The greatest plagues
Attack not the body
But the mind

Memory is a dancer
Just beyond my reach
So it is I am learning to dance


LIFE AND LIVING
Death comes soon enough
No need to lie and wait
One block falls another is set in its place
A baby is born an old man dies

Swimming in the tides
Is not a task of leisure
It is however one way
of telling the live fish
from the dead

STAGECOACH
Discipline is a carriage
For a noble heart

Courage is grease
For the axle of calm

Love is the driver
Guiding and encouraging

Faith is the passenger
Borne the bumpy ride

Hope is the horse
Pulling us forward

Inspiration is the Creator's hand
Providing water, food, rest and strength.


THE ANIMALS
The fox once caught
Will try to convince
His captor that he
Is the one ensnared

A pig for a sty
A ring for his nose
A laborer wallowing
In food and mud
A slaughter

The old bear
Will not leave the trash
Unless shot
He dies a slow
Ugly death
Yet allow him to live
Again and Again
To the trash he goes
Close by the house
Until one day
A life is taken

A lions life
Is a lonely one

LIFE AND LOVE
Life an love are free
What we do with them
May cost us our time
Patience and many other's help

ON WRITING
Writing is a type of mania
But without those less desirable
side affects of other self indulgent
behaviors. It helps one to shed the
straight jacket and washes cool
The burning fires of the soul -
Refreshing ever those musty places
once trapped deep within -
Those subterranean soundings.