Monday, August 29, 2016
Only Some Are Graceful
Here is a little ditty that has the
syllable pattern of 2 4 6 8 2
It is fun to pick a letter of the
alphabet and then choose words
that fit the pattern.
ONLY SOME ARE GRACEFUL
Gismos
Guantanamoes
Gristle-laden gizzards
Graceful leaping gazelles abound
Gadgets
Tuesday, August 23, 2016
Always Hope
Much of my life I have been a trouble-maker . . .
even now. Always seeking to "fix things" in a
world seen as being filled with greed, hatred,
and suffering. It is easy for me to allow external
bitterness and cynicism to wash over me . . . and
I am the one who suffers. I search an anchor to
help my heart and soul be a place of peace and
integrity.
Always, with hope that I can possess compassion
and allow my suffering and anger to melt away.
even now. Always seeking to "fix things" in a
world seen as being filled with greed, hatred,
and suffering. It is easy for me to allow external
bitterness and cynicism to wash over me . . . and
I am the one who suffers. I search an anchor to
help my heart and soul be a place of peace and
integrity.
Always, with hope that I can possess compassion
and allow my suffering and anger to melt away.
Thursday, August 18, 2016
My Friend the Woodpecker
I told the woodpecker that
I was in love with you.
I told the woodpecker that
I was in love with you.
And then
my woodpecker
told me
what to do.
She said . . .
Ooo, eee, ooo, ah ah
pick puck,
ick a pucka
puck puck.
Ooo, eee, ooo, ah ah
picka pucka
pooka pooka
peck peck.
I was in love with you.
I told the woodpecker that
I was in love with you.
And then
my woodpecker
told me
what to do.
She said . . .
Ooo, eee, ooo, ah ah
pick puck,
ick a pucka
puck puck.
Ooo, eee, ooo, ah ah
picka pucka
pooka pooka
peck peck.
Wednesday, August 10, 2016
My 75th Birthday Was Yesterday!
(May be sung to the tune of "76 Trombones")
Two hundred and six
old bones led
the big parade.
With a couple of
patellar knee caps
out in front.
With a hundred and one
wispy-white hairs, still
blowin' in the wind,
who says that
poetry writing
is done !?
So, bring on the pens,
pencils, paper and the
computer pads -
and be sure to
have them
close at hand.
For, here comes another
poem - just
right-out-of
the-blue
with words
heard louder
than
ever before!
Wednesday, August 3, 2016
A PRAYER AT NELSON MANDELA'S 2013 FUNERAL
Beyond the absence, there is hope.
Beyond the pain, there is healing.
Beyond the brokenness is wholeness.
Beyond the turmoil there is peace.
Beyond the hurting there is heaven.
Beyond the silence, beyond the silence . . .
God Speaks:
Be strong, let your heart take courage,
All you who hope in God. (Psalm 31)
Beyond the pain, there is healing.
Beyond the brokenness is wholeness.
Beyond the turmoil there is peace.
Beyond the hurting there is heaven.
Beyond the silence, beyond the silence . . .
God Speaks:
Be strong, let your heart take courage,
All you who hope in God. (Psalm 31)
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