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Creamy mashed potatoes, and warm white gravy,
Corn on the cob with butter oozing off it,
Hot meatloaf with sugary ketchup frosting,
Spicy fine spaghetti cooked exactly right,
Comfort foods.
Not counting the pie.
We eat left overs all week long
As I always make enough for a family of thirteen.
And we have only ever been a family of five.
There are only two of us now.
We do not bother to pretend by
Fixing carrots or radishes or celery any more.
They always got thrown to the rabbits
After we went to all that work of
Cleaning and scraping them.
Comfort foods.
We are all about them.
There was a gang of ringtail weasels living down in the holler.
My mama knew it and said she would pay me a dollar
If I would go down and spy on them to find out their intent.
I told her I would do it if she paid me an additional percent.
A percent of the gold up in the attic? She asked.
I assured her this is what I meant, as I was masked.
I hid in the corner and heard those weasels chewing and burping.
They devoured rabbits, rodents, lizards, and now were slurping.
Their nests were in piles of rock piles, and one lived under the barn.
He was the biggest one, and scary, and I must say this is not a yarn.
He turned on his kin, and began to eat them one by one.
Watching this horrified me, and I was soon on the run.
A ringtail weasel has a keen sense of smell, and his sight is good.
He chased me home, as only a diabolical ringtail could.
I was scared to death and refused to leave the house after that.
I still have nightmares about it, at the drop of a hat.
Seasons of Praise Paradise Garden
Oh, God I thank you for
Myriading colors
Ahh!! spring flowers...
Agapanthus, beautiful
Amaryliis amber
ooh la la spring flowers...
and one more the sea copperish, bown tanned tones
Blue, Purple, White Lilly of the Nile
Solar onslaught no longer have to wait now
Buding news simple trues it's the beginning of spring
These are it's the time of year
The artic cold has left the roads
Temperatures rising so.......
It's spring time, it's spring time
Butterflies, Birds, Ants and Rabbits come running out
ooh la la spring flowers...
and one more the Sea copperish, brown tanned tones
Blue, Purple, White Lilly of the Nile
Solar onslaught no longer have to wait now
Buding news simple trues it's the beginning of spring
Oh! Bird of Paradise Dahila, Freesia, Roses and Carnations
Oh, it's so pretty this fine
It's the beginning of springtime
Spring flowers Peonies, Sweetpeas, Tulips and Zinna
God has made this garden for you and me
Thank you Father for the seasons of praise in the garden
Thanks for seasons of praise paradise garden
3/19/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
from anthology “ Seasons of Praise Paradise Garden”
The Creator designed some mighty ridiculous looking creatures.
Among them are the kangaroos with some very curious features!
One of them is its massive tail that balances its pear-shaped frame.
But I suppose 'tis that ponderous pouch that really gives it fame!
With its hind legs it kicks like a mule much like that of rabbits.
(Oft I've pondered - does it exhibit the rabbits's prolific habits?)
Kangaroos don't pollute the atmosphere due to its virtual absence,
(Unlike that well-known curse of cattle) of bloated bowels of flatulence!
Little joeys lounge about in the pouch like an extra piece of luggage.
(I assume should she be blessed with triplets there'd be ample storage!)
Down Under is famous for its G'days, boomerangs and Steve Irwin's zoos,
But we're probably more familiar with those ungainly, cantankerous kangaroos!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 7 in Nikko's "Yay for "K" Contest - October 2010
How to catch the moles, voles and rats?
I am pondering my moves, as the king of the cats.
I am the magnificent, the best, the eager smart king.
They will be amazed at my stamina, stealth, spryness and spring.
I am lying on my couch, enjoying the pondering in all ways.
It is one of those lazy, summer, August fine days.
Which ones to catch first? Do I toy with them too?
I am lying in repose, thinking of catching at least two.
The squirrels and rabbits will be scattering fast.
I am the king of the hunt, all lying around moments are past.
I raise my giant paws up and give a yawn that starts everything.
In a few seconds the wildlife knows why I am the king,
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A black cloud descends…. , , ,
Each flower grows hopeful! ,,
In jubilation, katydids, laughingly, make noisy ovations! , , ,
Party-planner, Queen Rosie, STOPS to
unleash verses,with ’xcited Yiddish zeal !
……………………………………………………………. , ,
D Daisy Mae, and Lily Gay, bathe in refreshing rains ,,
A Anointed too, are tiny baby buds, with every little drop ,, ,,,
N Narcissus squeals with laughter, and sings a sweet refrain
C Crickets dance with plaid berets, and do a Celtic hop!
I In the mud we’ll find two pigs, they splash, but then rain STOPS!
N Nanny Goose, and Granny Goat, play banjos in the band
G Gardenias, stash away umbrellas, they scrub from end to end
R Rabbits hear the jubilee, and from a hole they pop
A A squirrel or two, comes down the tree, where all the fuss began
I In spite of fear, the little mouse, looks out to see what’s up
N Nearby, the cat, just waves his hat, allows the mice some fun!
N Dogs join in, STOP chasing cats, they splash, and play like kids
R Rainbows fill the evening sky, where now the sun peeks in
O Overhead, the colors smile, in greens, and blues and reds
P Pretty is the world tonight, refreshed, and clean, and good
S Softly STOPS the pitter-pat upon on the evening’s hood
…………………………………………………………………………
Thirsty trees, and tender tulip tongues, tasted today’s tantalizing tonic
Rain STOPS to retreat, to replenish, refresh, repair, and rest
Delighted dancers STOP, to discuss day’s divine delivery duties
Rainbows remind recovering revelers reasons to STOP and reflect, rejoice, recent rainy rewards
Slowly, in soft slippers, STOPping to shine, sun sets silently.
Satisfactorily satiated, the scenery seems serene, sparkling and sleepy…..
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Inspired by Debbie's Contest "Aye, Aye, and a Mistress"
The hills are running with deer
and there are sunlit roads in the sky.
Fresh and wide-eyed is the wind,
it swirls like a dervish dancer.
Its good that I have this ghost-dog
to lick my hand. I send her away
to hunt the grass-haunting rabbits.
In the end, the old girl had few teeth
and bad breath,
but now she pants and smiles
with glittering stars in her sweet pink mouth.
As for me I am alive! I am a footprint
so light upon this green earth
that my very presence enlivens the turf,
and rocks.
Old ghost-dog is young again, she barks
at the swift flying birds but only I
see or hear her.
This upland trail
might wander away into history soon,
fade away
like a long forgotten Cherokee path,
even tomorrow
it might not still be here, or even I
not be seen - anywhere.
My Blue Cheese Is, Mom I Don't Like This
"Oh, my wish is MOM do I have to eat this",
"My blue cheese is mushrooms must it be in my soup Mom I don't like it",
"Avocado's, Cabbages, you wonder why I trash this",
"Mama, I don't like this salads with green beans and lettuce",
"Bring on the ranch dressing, No tomatoes please";
"Don't like broccoli and yuk!, to blue cheese",
"And the taste smell of onions makes me cry",
"All them peppers too HOT hurts my mouth mommy, WHY",
"And who says "AMEN!", just before eating yucky salmon",
"Carrots are for rabbits, I'm not a hare anyway their to hard to eat I'm not lying",
"I'd rather have apple pie, a Snickers bar something sweet",
"I'm not embarrass I don't eat asparagus, HEY! Mom we're out of ketchup".
1/7/18
For Contest: My Blue Cheese Is...
Sponsored by: Kevin Shaw
Michigan has blueberries, strawberries,
Apples, and raspberries…
Not dragonfruit.
But there’s still plenty of options!
Michigan doesn’t grow dragonfruit.
Coconut, or bananas.
We have what can survive our seasons.
Rows and rows of our Michigan specialties.
Sometimes it snows an empty feeling.
In this state.
We can still get produce from out of states.
But it’s as sad as the scarf I dropped in the gutter.
The painful shape of Michigan.
The hand that seems smooth but has sandy edges.
Where seaweed washes up.
In the summer only.
Michigan has.
All sorts of desperate feelings within.
Dragonfruit comes to me in a dream.
Ravages.
Hay bales by a barn.
A cider mill.
Fall does things to us.
Michigan feels expansive some days.
Michigan feels rough and jagged.
There’s grass sometimes,
Snow other times.
But there’s still grass under the snow, it’s always hanging around.
In this state.
We pretend not much happens.
Sitting on a beach.
Coconuts never wash up.
We act like Michigan doesn’t grow anything, but it does!
Berries and some of them drop to the ground.
Rabbits grab them up.
That’s the cycle.
Michigan.
The hand which remembers.
Fruit lives here.
So please come back.
“There are only two ways to live your life.
One is as though nothing is a miracle.
The other is as though everything is a miracle”
I love this quote by Albert Einstein…I’ve read it a hundred times before…
and it was in my head this morning as I headed out the door.
You see, I grew up thinking miracles had to be momentous…divine in their design…
Like healing the sick, feeding the hungry or turning water into wine.
But who am I to quibble with Albert Einstein…a brilliant man who wrote a lot of books!
who believed miracles can be discovered…everywhere I look.
So I decided to test Albert’s theory…to make sure he’s not just ‘all talk’.
by making a list of miracles I encountered on my morning walk.
The trees, the grass, the flowers were the first miracles to catch my eye.
The air we breathe, the moon, the stars…the clouds up in the sky.
The rabbits, the dogs and cats…little miracles who walks along with me.
The insects…like the crickets and the butterflies…miracles a little harder for me to see.
Halfway through my walk and still more miracles remain…
The ocean made me think of water…like rivers, lakes and rain.
An opossum crossed my path…I heard the waking of the birds…
And isn’t it a miracle that we can put our thoughts down into words?
As I walked up my driveway…with those birds singing high above
I had to smile as I thought about the miracle of love.
When I saw my reflection in the window I thought how I am a miracle too
which, of course, means, if Albert and I are correct…so are you….and you…and you.
Yes, I grew up thinking miracles had to be momentous…like turning water into wine
that for miracles to be miracles they must be divine in their design.
But with Albert’s help I now realize from a single drop of dew…to the brightest shining star
When I look at all the miracles around me…that’s exactly what they are.