THE CANDY-DATE KID-NAP
Young chap, Baby on knee.
hardly old enough to vote. Settle to nap,
Just out of mother's lap, and form dreaming.
knowledge of government still remote. Blasted! Jet fly, he up.
Must take the plunge sometime, though, Maybe now he
now is as good a time as any startle poo' chap.
to walk the straight and narrow, Cause warm feeling.
stand on one's own and be free. Bastard! Wet on my lap!
Here we go:
(moment's hesitation)
right before left.
Got it, good show!
……PERAMBULATION.
I can see the dense,quiet crowd of green
Spreading across the Woods
Lively and glistening
Standing tall and swaying
With centuries of secrets within
I was dragged deeper into the dark
Without knowing what my soul seeks
Completely lost in the lap of nature
Perhaps to comprehend the secrets masked
Though seemed real,it was all,just a dream!!
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When sitting down to dine
altho' before digging in
I unroll it or unfold it
and tuck it under my chin
or more often than not
place it on my lap
as table etiquette indicates
but never on my napper (nap)
where it would do least good
yet if nowhere known as chinkin
why is it called a napkin
as it seems to me it should
henceforth be a lapkin
A mother’s lap of gentle grace.
Side table set with Gospel light.
Sans Doctor Spock, God’s brilliance.
Instilled the worth of womb and tears,
Of blood and nails, and Shepherd’s crook.
Breaking fluid, warmth, and swaddle.
Suspense of hope, faith, love and mirrors.
Reflection of mother and child.
A stable environment.
Made visible -
A star one night,
To find our way home.
Joseph couldn’t have dreamt
Of a better home -
His dreams bigger
In the hands of the Father.
Mother Mary fed the King of kings
before Christ fed the crowd
with multiplying bread and fish.
Joseph taught Jesus carpentry.
As Christ touched the wood,
Did His palms ache?
Without Joseph,
at the foot
of the crucifix,
a flood of tears;
red cheeks.
A mother’s lap of gentle grace
not forgotten -
in agony, Christ remembers
her great sacrifice.
Once again
The chirping birds bestirred me
As if from deep-dwelling womb
Of darkness unknown,
The night slipped from my eyelids,
The dawn as opened my eyes
And the pre-dawn Nature embraced me
Once again.
And once again
I felt like an infant in mother’s lap,
Wanting to be there forever more
But for alarm bell breaking my dream.
The mirror in the bath announced
Me as a grown up getting late,
Putting me on to the routine
Once again.
And all day it was me against time,
The day dissolving unto dusk
And evening unto night,
The body and mind keen
To be back in mother-nature’s lap,
And soon I’m back to that hazy dark road
Taking me to one more dreamland
Once again.
If life is a dream,
And dream nothing but a whim,
A day dream so grim.
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Musings | 33.10.2025 | dawn, dream, dusk, mother, nature
I don’t like to swim
So a swimmer I’m not,
But I am in Florida
And it is hot!
While visiting friends,
We sat by the pool,
The sun beating down
Where I’d sweat like a fool.
But I learned a new way
To cool off, doing laps
By walking in water -
You’ve tried it, perhaps?
It felt so refreshing
And it could be seen
As a part of a person’s
Aerobic routine.
And the cherry on top
Is I got to replace
My pale New York complexion
With pink on my face.
She longs to do well she wants to do what's right
To rock all those that hurt in her insignificant lap
Holding to Hope in white knuckled fists so tight
Yet learning to bend with the wind and not snap
Maybe all she needs is for someone anyone to clap
Oh, my Lord! I'm quite a lonely lamb;
I know not which womb I've come from!
What I speak and do creates hostility.
I know not the difference between
Good and bad, as l learnt it not as a child
Resting my head in my mother's lap!
Having no parent to guide me rightly,
I request you to be by my side always,
And teach me the ways of the world!
Show me the right track to travel on;
Give me the wisdom to be righteous
In my outward expressions, while I speak,
And in my inward reflections, while I think!
Save me from becoming the laughing stock,
And set me to be the apple of people’s eye;
For I crave to taste the bliss of true love!
hot drinks in winter
highly appreciated
and warm lap bosom
I've been replaced by a lap dog~at least it's cute,
Its poppy brooch glows bright on its dainty neck.
It yaps and leaps, and like me, its poops pollute,
But could it endure a long and rugged trek?
I’d wager it’d fail~a weary, broken wreck.
The Last Lap
Ignorance and fire
now common partners
lying on a restive bed
The night now owns the day
as the day now basks
in opaque blackness
The burnt-out embers
scattered to the wind
now reassembles with kindling flame
Great hopes and dreams
flashing through the phase
now swaggers in as lost sleep and mirages
It’s a beautiful day in May.
Morning light comes covered in swirling mist
Piles of silver clouds move above
A cool zephyr blows from the South
Verdant leaves flutter in sweet murmurs
Birds tweet on treetops singing carols of love
Bees hum a resonant orchestral murmur
How these common scenes fill me with delight!
A peace fills me as never before.
It's a brief interlude from all angry strife!
My poems from which each line is taken:
1. A Day in May
2. Nature in Autumn
3. The Unrolling Expanse
4. A Lovely October Morn
5. A Spring Sonata
6. Spring Arrives
7. Gemini Garden- Silent One
8. What Fascinates Me
9. By the Seaside
10. A Silent Night, a Holy Night
nothing like a lap full of wet dog
I am not talking about chlorine pool wet dog
Rather referring to a muddy golden retriever
Who smells like a swamp monster
Takes a flying jump and lands on my lap
Squirming around until he has taken over my recliner
Which now smells totally like muddy wet dog
Beau is our newest puppy, and I love him
I will put up with this until he gets tired of swimming
Which may be never
Scottish dog sits on his Celtic mama’s lap
Barking, growling, and lunging at every sap
Who dares to try to court his mama, Miss LaBlap.
You’ll never get married, says her Grandpa Rap.
That may be says his granddaughter, who likes to clap.
But I need my doggie, he keeps suiters from annoying me during my nap.
You are the only woman I know who likes being single said Grandma Rap.
Scottish dog began growling at her too, and lunged at her lap.
In Dawn's lap,the sunlight flashed on me ,
Woke up from the slumber ,and
gazed at the sky with glee.
Peeked through the window ,birds chirping ,
A wonderful rendition in the morning .
Garden adorned with flowers ,a vibrant array.
Butterflies on petals ,a colourful display .
Wings aglow ,in motion slow ,
Radiating vibes ,a delightful glow .
Moments uplifting and bright ,
In nature's embrace ,a pure delight
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