A MOTHER’S SONG



The honeyed morn,


that you were born…


my heart was filled with ache.


I saw Ginkgo’s morph to gold,


I saw eyeballs curdle cold.


You nursed as though,


don’t go, don’t go,


this pulse is all I know.



All winter through,


I heard you coo…


My heart I thought would break.


There were snowflakes sailing high.


There were mourners heaving cry.


You squirmed as though,


don’t go, don’t go,


this warmth is all I know.



In springtime drip,


I watched you flip…


My heart began to quake.


There was diamond sparkling grass.


There was oozing poison gas.


You rolled as though,


don’t go, don’t go,


your help is all I know.



The muggy day,


I watched you sway…


this day I could not take.


I saw Monarchs launch release.


I saw gunmen rob our peace.


You sought as though,


tip-toe, tip-toe,


this world I want to know.



One morning quest,


one filled with zest…


my heart began to wake.


I saw salty sea waves crash.


We had to make a dash.


We had to row.


With waves below.


We barely got to go.




SEASONS



Short, days, colors blaze.


Crop, reap, harvest days.


Crunchy leaves,


whisper breeze,


snippets of a good-bye tease.



Deep, heavy, soft, bright,


Fluffy, slushy, winter white.


Logs gleam,


mugs steam,


Winter blows a motley theme.



Pitter, patter, gentle, rain.


Washing winter down the drain.


April’s sweet,


flowers greet,


glimpses of a hopeful treat.



Lazy pillows drifting by.


Baseball, hot dogs, ice cream pie.


Blinking fireflies,


cloudless skies.


Snap shots of a lovely prize.



Warm, cold, damp and sun,


round and round of joys and fun.


Seasons drifting,


changing, shifting.


Earth, arise, a blessed, gifting.




LIGHT


With spring time drip,


come feelings that dip.


Let the sun shoot through,


the cloudy day stew.


Turn all that is heavy


to bright.



As the days grow longer,


our hearts grow stronger.


Let beams etch a path.


Let it give us a bath.


Turn all that is sullen


to light.



Watch the earth arise,


with a beautiful prize.


Let daffodils prance.


Let puffy clouds dance.


Turn all that is skewed


aright.



CHOICES

Choices,


some,


wishing,


wanting,


whisper on the wind.



Choices,


some,


intense,


insist,


impossible either way.



Choices


some,


cost,


crash,


collide deep within.



Choices,


some,


breathe,


build,


begin things new.



Choices,


some,


sooth,


shore,


salvage seek and mend.




ONCE UPON A SWAMP



Once upon a soggy swamp,


inside a tidy nest.


A pinky roundy oinky runt,


was baking for a guest.



Runt then tooted,


“Up with pies, up with tarts.


Up with cookies shaped like hearts.”



Sitting near the soggy swamp,


the tidy nest so neat.


Rolled a sloppy globby squawker hog,


who said, “Let me eat.”



Hog then tooted,


“Down with pies, down with tarts,


up with crunchy thighs and parts.”



Squatting near the soggy swamp,


this tidy nest so neat.


Jumped a hippy hoppy ribbit frog,


who said, “Let me eat.”



Frog then tooted,


“Down with tarts, down with pies,


up with steaming rice with flies.”



Runt then slowly turned away,


Back to the nest so neat.


To scratch and itch her pinky tum,


to eat and eat and eat.



Runt then tooted,


“I give up, I won’t try,


down with playmates, BYE-BYE-BYE!



Hunching near the soggy swamp,


the tidy nest so neat.


Was a shaking quaking aching man


with bones that had no meat.



Runt then tooted,


“I like pies, I like tarts,


I like cookies shaped like hearts.”



Chumming round the soggy swamp,


the tidy nest so neat.


Where pinky roundy ionky bakes


while tubby takes his seat.



And they tooted,


“We like pies, we like tarts,


we like cookies shaped like hearts.”




TICK-TOCK


Dear old clock upon the wall,


could I please hit rewind?


To change mistakes both large and small.


If only you’d be kind.


The past, it’s gone, has flown away.


Will it return to me?


In truth it did not pause or stay.


It flew on out to sea.


If I could snatch you back again.


Rewrite, redo, rethink.


The things I said that caused such pain.


If I could just re-ink.


I want to fix, redeem, indeed,


but steps now gone are weighed.


The time has flown at smashing speed.


But leaves behind it’s shade.




THE RAT-O-NAUNTS


One day…


Two rats removed the skipper’s keys.


Indeed, from his back pocket.


They tippy toed to Thunder Breeze,


and hurried to unlock it.


Cyclone cranked the engine up.


Typhoon played the guard.


Cyclone made the throttle whump,


and hit the switch too hard.


Oh no!


Launched they were the rat-o-naunts.


Away they went at untold knots.




The rats then saw a rainbow crown.


Typhoon spewed and stewed.


Cyclone merely yelled, “Calm down!


I’ll check the latitude!”


Cyclone set the gismo low.


The ship went tilt in space.


“Now we’ll ride the rainbow slow."


Typhoon shook his face,


"No no!"


Relaunched they were the rat-o-naunts.


Down they went at untold knots.



Typhoon yelled, “Abort this dip!”


But Earth emerged in place.


Typhoon cried, “We’re going to flip!”


But Cyclone upped the pace.


Cyclone docked the vessel ship.


Typhoon gave a grateful yip.


They tippy toed off Thunder Breeze.


And whew.


Away they went to take a nap.


For done they were with their mishap.



INSPIRATION


Inspiration lurks,


lapping, lapping,


on my conscious door.


Imagination creeps,


coaxing, coaxing,


at my writing core.


Memories stir,


seeping, seeping,


asking me for more.



OH WHERE



Oh where, oh where did my manuscript go?


Oh where, oh where can it be?


Is it in cyberspace. Is it gone with no trace?


Oh where, oh where could it be?





DREAM BEAM



Hush little one


and


crawl to bed.



Shush little one


come


rest your head.



Dream little one


do


glow and gleam.



Slide little one


down


red sun beam.



Fly little one


and


visit Earth.



Float little one


to


check its girth.



Come little one


hear


fair Lark sing.



You little one


swing


on a string.



Look little one


see


duck get stuck.



Watch little one


the


old hen cluck.



Hear little one


hear


bee buzz buzz.



Tell little one


he


lost his fuzz.



Sit little one


see


frog go jump.



Hey little one


right


on his rump.



Come little one


oh


do be glad.



Back little one


to


the launch pad.



Quick little one


rush


to the sky.



Zip little one


zip


way up high.



Soar little one


up


to a star.



Wake little one


just


as you are.


Letter From


BIG FOOT


"I thump when I walk.


I growl when I talk.


But why did you run from me?



I’m soft at heart.


A work of art.


Unkempt, unwashed and ugly.



My feet are big.


My shoulders jig.


But I’ll not chase a Lark.



I scream, I cry.


I think I'll die. 


You'll only see my foot mark."