Vivacious
starlit eyes
a coaxing hazard;
Millions have been lost
choking.
our new librarian has such a fantastical sense of books.
and a love for children, whimsy and imagination.
she put up the perfect sign,
which made me love her immediately.
The child was wiser than Mother Goose they say
She understood kissing frogs was not the only way
She gave him a pat and a tiny hug, a compliment too
And he granted her a wish as only a frog can do.
The key was to listen to the voices in her brilliant head.
Be sure to woo him, and sweet talk him, they all said.
Give him some compliments, and he will grant you a wish.
He did just that before he left with a squeamish swish.
Where do we began
Since this is beginning
How does it end
To show it's meaning
What to write
To convey my frustration
I like the chorus
But it sounds like
a beginning
Put sum ooh ahs in
A harmonic melody
Some strings and
Bassy grooves
Let the music beg
Me to sing
First verse is missing
Something it lacks
Something
Maybe it needs me
Sweet talking people
to see if there care
The oohs and the ahs
aren't that, repeatives
When we sing it onstage
I'm gonna need
Some strong voices there
Song love me
I think I'm in love with you
Say you need me
Like I need you
Get us where
We gotta be
It's a chart topper
Gone take the hook
Make it a real show stoppa
Alright now
Sweetie do your thing
Fellas tell the ladies
they can really sang
Voice under
Put me over
Right in the middle
Like what I feeling
Mix that lone
guitar with the
Fiddle.
Fried garlic cabbage
With peppers and onions
Lime ,olive oil, fish stock
Dressing
On a cucumber onion salad
Medium rare roasted
Lamb chops
Bread and bacon crust
Butterfly feelings gently loosened
Floating amongst easy thoughts
Coaxing ambivalent dreams
A joyously relaxing nap
Following too much pumpkin pie
"For all the writers, brothers, sisters ... on our Only Ecosystem, Earth"
I
Some mornings are teenagers, or worse -
Some mornings might combine junior and senior citizens
Who know it all, or they have seen it all -
How do we begin? Philosophically ...
II
Okay, that's a big, overused word -
I meant, let us begin spiritually:
Let us coax each morning, to be cordial, communicative ...
"Morning, we are alive!" That's the first plus; secondly,
As with your teens, coax the morning to be kind, attentive ....
III
Have I lost you now, what with "kindness" and all?
I'll get to the point: persuade the morning, "Breath
Equals Hope, that something or someone good will come ..."
(I know the BEST will, next time as KING!) I lost you now?
So, this is a wrap: Talk to the mornings as to someone you love :
The Morning is as much your child as Mary and Josh. Show your LOVE!
shalom, shalom: Enjoy each day. It is NOT easy. No one said it is. H O P E!
You need to have a sunny day
For plans that you have made.
You want the kind of burning sun
That makes you seek the shade.
Yet Nature won't cooperate;
The sky's a sea of cloud.
There's nothing you can do
And moping's simply not allowed.
You keep your eyes trained heavenward
And send a silent missive.
Apollo may take notice
But he shrugs you off, dismissive.
The realization settles in
Most likely there'll be rain.
From all outdoor activity
You might have to abstain.
It's not the worst thing in the world.
There's lots to do inside;
But just a touch of disappointment
Cannot be denied.
In the quietude of morning, I write
rise early, pen in hand - a rite
though words sometimes stick and lodge there
in a brain cell - so stubborn!
Scribble some nonsense words
jumpstart free flowing
thoughts to appear
on paper
very
soon.