Old peddler wanted a new home design.
He hired Mable, a decorator, and all was fine.
Until she decided to redecorate him too.
I don’t want to change he said, I am ninety-two.
Mable was forceful, she did not hear the word no.
She took lots of his money, and created some woe.
He sits outside his house now, for it reminds him of her.
A bossy overbearing woman, who felt like a bur.
Aunt Maise was a decorator, not well known, but fine.
Her attitude was catchy, her enthusiasm crossed a line.
I loved being around her, and remember spending a day
Where we ran from store to store, looking for a toilet for play.
She had designed a bathroom in orange, not tan or black or gray.
She wanted to include a tangerine toilet, a splash of happy play.
We found one but it was not “the utmost most gorgeous or sublime”.
She kept going until she had procured ones in tangerine and lime.
Make me a sunshine room the girl said
It was her “make a wish” wish
The decorator spent hours with her
She had a lovely soul, was kind and good
I want a king bed, she told him
He wondered about this
But it was her wish
So he complied
Her parents spent many happy years
In their daughter’s room
Long after she had travelled to heaven
The decorated bull was upset
Somebody thought he was a woman
Cows are women, bulls are men!
How much more male could he be?
He put his nose into the air,
Angry with the decorator.
Irritated about the huge bell too.
It is cow bells, people, not bull bells!
Aunt Maise was a decorator, not well known, but fine.
Her attitude was catchy, her enthusiasm crossed a line.
I loved being around her, and remember spending a day
Where we ran from store to store, looking for a toilet for play.
She had designed a bathroom in orange, not tan or black or gray.
She wanted to include a tangerine toilet, a splash of happy play.
We found one but it was not “the utmost most gorgeous or sublime”.
She kept going until she had procured ones in tangerine and lime.
No one has seen you,
Oh! Almighty creator.
Let me be among very few,
In this beautiful nature.
I can feel you,
In each and every corner.
In my point of view,
You are within all creatures.
All want to see you,
From the large to the miniature.
Want to experience all new,
With you as a decorator.
It is universally true,
You are the vigilant supervisor.
Got no chance to review,
Oh! My only path finder.
Save the sinking ship, my captain and crews,
Please do the due,
Save it from all signs of danger.
I was pretty sure I had seen the prettiest courtyard
Until I travelled to Greece and saw sixty of them
Each one unique, none of them comparable to another
Beauty in a variety of gorgeous, pleasant ways
Every corner I turned seem to have a new one or two
I wonder if every decorator in Greece is an esthetic genius
I turn the corner into a new faerie land and think they must be
Aunt Martha had a knack for doing a lot with a little.
I spent a day watching her purchase a plethora of baskets.
She bought an assortment of sizes, colors, and shapes.
What in the world was she thinking? She already had enough stuff.
A week later I visited her, and saw she had turned them into wall art.
It was amazing and wonderful; something I could not have visualized.
What do you think? She asked me.
I thought she missed her calling.
She should have been an interior design decorator.
His favored ones, whose backs bend o’er the soil,
He blessed the hands of the ones who look after
His animals, with loving care, with sweet voices,
So gentle so caring, then, he blessed his children
In everything they do. And that is you, my Johnny
Tears, praise, love, joy, enwoven in your chest
As I watch you make adjustments, like the river of life
However, Johnny where there are no Roses
There is no hope of predicting, the love of a side chick(??
With lots of bedroom tricks, more than professional decorator:
My wonderful brave robustly man of the soil,
I love your smile, your pouty lips,
And the way in which you announce my name,
Your gift from God is supreme,
as well as my futuristic dreams
Brave one of the Caribbean soils,
It was a wonderful thing you done
That night as you stay up late and spoke
Hello to me!
Quaker Edward Hicks
with religious themes & no tricks
A decorator & untrained artist
his 'peaceable kingdom' * has 60 twists
*https://www.wikiart.org/en/edward-hicks/peaceable-kingdom-1834
What matches orange?
The husband asked thinking the couch was a mistake.
She was a decorator – not a paid one,
but nevertheless, she was a visionary.
She had the room put together in a week.
People raved about its beauty.
Husband tried to take credit for the orange couch a couple of times.
One look made him back off; but he never questioned her taste again.
Friends of friends came for months to see this gorgeous room.
Orange goes well with every shape, style and color in the world.
I saw the Christmas pendant and I knew
It would be the best thing to buy for my Aunt Lou
She loves Betsy Johnson, a decorator with flair,
So, I bought it for her, to show that I know and care.
Aunt Lou was overjoyed for sure
She knows I love her and my heart is pure
She did not care I bought the pendant at half price.
She was thrilled and excited, said "it's so nice!"
You Cannot Call Yourself a Counselor Until
We were told we could not call ourselves counselors
Until we graduated and had our licenses in hand.
We were threatened, so we abided by this sacred rule.
I called a plumber yesterday. He said “I am your plumbing counselor”
I then saw a car counselor on TV. I flipped the channel.
Found cake decorator counselors, and pest control counselors.
You can barely imagine how irritated this makes me.
It is right up there with news stations publishing misinformation.
It feels like cheating, did they have to take four years of school for it?
More later. My pizza counselor has arrived.
How beautiful thou art
Oh butterfly
Out of ecstasy at holy place as ally
Seems leisurely created by Almighty
A fascinating climax of beauty
Multiferous colours majestically
Wonderfully blended magically
Unique shades full of skill
Bestowed on thee I feel
A lesson for the artificially coated
Smoothly sitting n swinging
Tickling courting n singing
On the blooming flowers of honey
As if enticed n entertained
An incessant worker
A lesson to the shirker
The decorator in the heaven
Sent as emissary on earth
When out of vision
Insearch for thee vacantly
The more the memory lingers
The affection becomes deeper
Scissoring branches cut ribbons of wind
As the wall of the distant dawn
Paints itself gold
A few fugitive leaves scurry away
While their fellows cling to the bough
And whisper papery lament
Fingers of frost cake the roots beneath
And trapped in the stiff ground
Lonely seeds await
Cold and steady beneath heated hues
Of the hands and veins of the fallen
Succor to the next season
The new sun's bright yawning shout
Makes the ice on pond sweat
The hoar turns to dew
The knowing seed, the patient seed
Puny seed nestles in the earth
Its parent droops its cracked nudity
At last spry green tendrils peek
To read the eyeless braille of spring
Out of softened soil
Immortal soil, rotten soil
The life-giving rot
The rot giving life
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