As I walk through our paradise garden
With the birds and the bees
Three white Doves have joined me
Having flown down from the trees
They have called to say good morning
And enjoy the early Sun
The Flowers blooming brightly
A real joy to everyone
One lands upon my shoulder
And whispers in my ear
How much they welcome me in their midst
Their pleased to see me never fear
As I push my little wheel barrow
The flowers seen to jump on board
By the time my walk is over
I have quite a little hoard
My little Dove has quite a bit to say
About how wonderful it is in our Garden of peace
How both the Birds and Flowers talk
To them a wonderful release
So now I feel at home at last
Where the flowers talk to me all day
And the birds chatter and sing their songs
And in this garden paradise I want to stay
Tabby in winter, with a tuft of snow on your head
You got slammed when they came down on that sled
If you get buried, it may be quite a little while
Before we can save you, St Bernard said with a smile
Then he noticed that there were Bernards on her scarf
How bad could she be? He told his friends with an arf.
Tabby in the snow glared at all of those happy dogs.
They ate up her chocolate kibble like untrained old hogs.
Her dreadlocks were familiar as was her patchouli smell
I recognized her folk music, understood it rather well
She brought back the seventies in the sweetest way
I was thrilled to stumble upon this guitarist today
She gave me a glance, and I saw gold in her eyes.
Something ethereal about her did not give me any surprise.
I thought of the youth who tried to change the world back then.
Her music was soulful and soft, a truly wonderful win.
I invited her to supper and learned her life story of course.
She had grown up in the country with six cows and a horse.
Her story was my own, but sadder by quite a little bit.
I hugged her good-bye, knowing she would not have a fit.
Tabby in winter, with a tuft of snow on your head
You got slammed when they came down on that sled
If you get buried, it may be quite a little while
Before we can save you, St Bernard said with a smile
Then he noticed that there were Bernards on her scarf
How bad could she be? He told his friends with an arf.
Tabby in the snow glared at all of those happy dogs.
They ate up her chocolate kibble like untrained old hogs.
The beautiful Miss Rabbit entered the parlor with her usual smile.
We had not enjoyed her presence for many days, quite a little while.
We began shining up our whiskers and sprucing up our rabbit ears.
That she might not pay attention to us was many old-timers’ fears.
She is gorgeous! One old rabbit said, thumping his foot in time.
I could not believe he thought he had a chance. He was full of grime.
She is marvelous, wonderful, pristinely neat, darling and clean.
Why would he think he had a chance with Miss Rabbit, our queen?
Amber is my color
It's a color of ember
Remember December…
How cold it was - I remember
It is now November…
No longer October…
Amber is my color
It's a color of ember
My mind is such a blur
I can hardly remember
The times we spent last November
Yellows and oranges are falling from the sky
Reds and blues are seen too, I cannot deny
Greens and purples are almost gone out of sight
Tans and pinks are twinkling like stars tonight
Grays and browns are also roaming away for quite a little while
Turquoises and lilacs float away like a feather for a marvelous mile
Violets and teals are fluttering away like a butterfly out of a captivity-bound cage
Emeralds and roses collide with each other and they are never, ever on the same page
However, amber is my color…
It's the color of burning ember
Serbia and Italy were going on a nice little walk.
Said Italy “Yugoslavia is not one to talk!”
Serbia got mad.
“Yugo is my dad!”
They ended up smacking each other, quite a little squawk.
Hi
I know that you don't know me
But I pass this way each day
I'm not so much to look at
At least that's what they say
But if you would, take time to see
And just give me a chance
I'll show there's much more to me
Then seen at you've first glance
I heard I look much younger
In a softer evening light
and quite a little thinner
when I wear a pair of tights
My hair gets really fluffy
When I get it blown and dried
Perhaps a little sexy, too
When there's makeup 'round my eyes
But the better part of me
Is something you must find
Deep beneath my skin
In this love filled heart of mine
Little Tiny Timothy
Was less than five feet tall
Not much chance of growing
His Dad was also small!
For quite a little while then
He felt he didn't fit in
Things were geared for bigger boys
He was also very thin!
Love to play a contact sport
Bigger boys would laugh
At this little guy's bold request
That he would even ask!
But Little Tiny Timothy
Didn't let it beat him down
Went on to more important things
As mayor of his own hometown!
Your bigness doesn't matter
It's what's inside that counts
So take heart all you little people
All obstacles you can surmount!
© Jack Ellison 2015
You should see my little pug.
He loves to play and sit on his rug.
He's quite a little guy
the apple of my eye.
He's so smart too
the things he does would amaze you.
He loves to nuzzle my neck and chin.
He is so sweet I can't help but grin.
My little pug
as snug as a bug.
Hercules (sweet and adorable)
6/04/14
Hi
I know that you don't know me
But I pass this way each day
I'm not so much to look at
At least that's what they say
But if you would, take time to see
And just give me a chance
I'll show there's much more to me
Then seen at you've first glance
I heard I look much younger
In a softer evening light
and quite a little thinner
when I wear a pair of tights
My hair gets really fluffy
When I get it blown and dried
Perhaps a little sexy, too
When there's makeup 'round my eyes
But the better part of me
Is something you must find
Deep beneath my skin
In this love filled heart of mine
This piece was inspired by a poem written
by Robert Andrew Lyle , named "Overwhelmed",
and the comments that pursued.
Little Tiny Timothy
Was less than five feet tall
Not much chance of growing
His Dad was also small!
For quite a little while then
He felt he didn't fit in
Things were geared for bigger boys
He was also very thin!
Love to play a contact sport
Bigger boys would laugh
At this little guy's bold request
That he would even ask!
But Little Tiny Timothy
Didn't let it beat him down
Went on to more important things
As mayor of his own hometown!
Your bigness doesn't matter
It's what's inside that counts
So take heart all you little people
All obstacles you can surmount!
©Jack Ellison 2012
We call him our little
man.
Quite a little mechanic
in this,our land.
If he thinks he can fix
it,he probably can.
He plays real hard,all
day long.
From sun up,to sun down,
in this little town.
When mom says it's time
for bed,he will only frown.
His bologna and hot dogs,
he loves to eat.
But, no socks,or shoes,
does he want on his feet.
He likes his tractors,cars,
and trucks,but when they
won't run,it really sucks.
He always likes,to drink
our pop.
When he gets started,he
will not stop.
In his mouth,and down
the drain.
Over his tongue,without
any pain.
When nightime comes,
and he's ready to sleep.
Not a word from his mouth,
not even a peep.
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