Paris
Bound
I
am Paris bound
I
travel around
I
feel tightly wound
One
thing I know
My
picture, I’ll tear
New
passport, it’s fair
Since
I cut my hair
Too
short for bow
From
what I saw
I
am feeling raw
On
His grace I’ll draw
Onward
I go
Paris
Bound
I
am Paris bound
I
travel around
I
feel tightly wound
One
thing I know
My
picture, I’ll tear
New
passport, it’s fair
Since
I cut my hair
Too
short for bow
From
what I saw
I
am feeling raw
On
His grace I’ll draw
Onward
I go
A
Prayer
(A
cyhydedd hir)
A
prayer with a tear
To
make all things clear
And
take away fear
To
You, I bow
Thank
You for the spark
The
light in the dark
A
“walk in the park”
That
You allow
On
You, Lord, I lean
You
make my soul clean
All
in the unseen
Please,
fill me now.
Creative
Genius
Dogs
Loyal
How
did God
fit
so much love
into
a dog’s eyes?
How
did He fit such joy
in
short or long waggly tails?
How
did He fit such happiness
in
four tapping, prancing, dancing paws?
How
did He fit such playfulness in dogs?
Newton
Cute
brown hamster
We
let him run from
one
hand to another.
Kept
him in a round terrarium.
He’d
stuff his cheeks with treats
till
he couldn’t get in his Pringles can.
Ran
around in his hamster ball.
Made
lots of noise at night.
I
changed his cedar chips often.
He
didn’t live all that long.
No
more hamsters for me.
Ever.
My Favorite Animal
My
favorite animal’s the fox
Or
perhaps it’s the porcupine
The
elephant is smart and wise
The
tortoise is a fave of mine
I
like large dogs like St. Bernards
Newfoundlands,
Huskies and Great Danes
Graceful
gazelles with waggly tails
Baby
goats seem to bounce on springs
An
old tortoise is impressive
Raccoons
with their dexterous paws
Hippopotamuses
are cute
But
watch out for those massive jaws
I
won’t forget the humpback whale
I
love the beautiful barred owl
Playful
otters are favorites
Even
wolves with their eerie howl
I
love the tall, gentle giraffes
Black
panthers and calico cats
Koalas,
sloths and chimpanzees
Penguins,
parrots, flying fox bats
Geckos,
squirrels, and the octopus
The
platypus and polar bear
The
big horn sheep and bush babies
Highland
cattle with their wild hair
Horses,
zebras, dolphins, lions
Sandhill
cranes and the kangaroo
I
think I have missed my calling
To
be a keeper at a zoo
To
Each His Own
Some
like poems
with
rhythm and bounce.
Some
like poems
that
seem to pounce.
Some
like poems
that
make you cry.
Some
like poems
that
ask you why.
Some
like poems
with
metaphorical complexity.
Some
like poems
that
are clear in their simplicity.
Some
like short poems
like
lunes or haiku.
Some
like epics
and
to see them through.
People
have different tastes
with
which to choose.
That’s
why there’s so many,
like
styles of shoes.
Peanut Butter Cups
What
is it about peanut butter cups
that
makes them addicting?
They
dry out my mouth.
They’re
not nutritious.
They
give me headaches.
Maybe
it’s the salt and sugar
or
the chocolaty, peanuty taste.
You’d
think I’d long for
something
refreshing like lemonade.
But,
no, I don’t crave lemonade.
What
is it about peanut butter cups?
Like a Hot Cup of Tea
Relax
and have a cup of tea
And
savor warmth and comfort there
Let
richness of its flavor ground
Release
your worry and your care
Let
sweetness be the standout taste
And
chase away the bitterness
Let
the cream calm and bring you peace
Soon
you won’t feel so timorous
When
people gather in God’s name
And
set about to seek His face
His
warmth and richness comforts them
They
taste the sweetness of His grace
Judy
The second oldest
of my four sisters,
six years apart.
Growing up
we weren't close,
only in proximity,
with seven of us
in a small house.
I remember her chasing
me down the hallway,
her cornering me
in the backroom
and me screaming
bloody murder. She said,
“I didn't even touch you.”
Yes, that was the idea.
After my first year in college,
she invited me to Wyoming
for the summer.
It was a strange land
compared to Pennsylvania.
Though we still had rows
we
made many fond
memories
we still recount,
climbing
at Vedauwoo,
the “Bonanza
effect”
when we’d be running to the bathroom
after eating at our favorite restaurant,
and
after one of our adventures
me
saying, “I’m too hungry to sleep
and
too tired to eat!”
Now
our lives our similar.
Retired
or semi-retired,
have
disabled husbands,
and
we like to travel.
We’ve
been to Scotland,
Ireland,
Florida, Hawaii,
California,
Kenya, and,
hopefully
soon, to France,
England,
Wales
and
Northern Ireland.
I’ve
always loved her,
but
never the warm and fuzzy love,
but
that’s changing.
I
very much admire
my
sister Judy.
Love
I
can’t write about love
without
mentioning
the
One who is Love.
He
may get a bad reputation,
because
of religion.
But
He’s an artist.
Just
look at His creation
and
you know He is
a
beautiful, wonderful God!
Caregiver
and Caregivee
You
haven’t been in our home
for
almost five years now.
You
just had your 49th birthday.
You
can’t talk, except
“Coo-coo-cookie.”
You
walk a lot.
I
missed many events,
because
we had to go walking.
You’d
put your hand on my shoulder,
because
of your depth perception problem.
I
still visit you.
Sometimes
I bring you a noisy toy,
like
ones that used to fill my house
with
cheerful noise.
And
I bring you coo-coo-cookies.
You
sit beside me and hold my hand.
When
I walk to the door,
you
latch on, ready to follow me out,
but
we have to remind you,
you
don’t live with me anymore.
The
Lord is my light
No
need for fright
He’ll
guide my way
With
each new day
He
will give me sight
Lord,
give me some nerve
Please,
add to that verve
And
make me whole
An
enthusiastic soul
With
energy put on reserve
My
heart’s all a flutter
My
nerves, melted butter
My
passport is stalled
They’re
busy when called
I
feel like a nutter.
The
Love of God and Family
(Kwansaba)
Praise
for God and Family
For
the unwavering love
Songs
of peace and harmony
Steadfastness
through ups and downs
Strength
offered in our frailty
Hope
a sure rock in despair
Praise
for God and Family
The Seed of Love
The
Seed of Love is a decision
Roots
and leaves are actions
The
flowers are loving feelings
Get
that confused
and
you’ll wonder why
your
plant wilted
and
your flowers fell off.
The
Seed of a Poem
Where
do you get your ideas?
Anything
everywhere is an idea.
They
should ask,
How
do you put ideas together
to
make a poem?