A busy bee browses the lavender bush
Collecting sweet nectar no doubt
Visits loads of blue flowers
Goes on round about.
Some distance away tall buddleia blooms.
Its long purple blossoms in spikes
The butterflies love it and never give up
Its nectar is vital for life.
The soil underneath is full of life too
Worms, woodlice, and beetles and plenty of bugs.
Some nice things, some not so
No-one ever likes slugs.
Oh thank you, yes, thank you, God, your precious plan,
No part independent though millions of bits
Each needing some others, some sharing of life
Each particle useless if just hit-or-miss.
In a round-about, indirect
Not to dissect but inspect
Alternative means to deflect
From some singular aspect,
Of getting to a point or effect…
I need to be more direct.
As if these lands were separate,
As if our minds weren't one,
As if land and sea were dichotomy, of darkness and the sun.
Pangea's cleavage tells the tale,
To fail here as but one.
All secedes from sense of we, on a planet's pedigree.
Family's but a split from those,
Whose own claim to be the same.
Round about in group about,
Aboard a rule-less game.
Alas we'll spin around the rosie,
Pockets full of posies,
Ashes, ashes,
We'll all fall down.
Aflame alone,
When all around's our own.
I am he who says goodnight.
Don't take me for a label.
At least I'm from a time when thought,
Use portents undue fable.
Vuck doors and rules to hide lyrics lying for a sadist,
Lest the sense of selves perchance; employ spells of'n alchemist.
I invoke the inner man.
I invoke to see that who wants for we.
Gather us, from we you'll be,
And carry such until we're free.
I invoke the word of man,
Laughing at such laze.
Pretended by a lack of can,
To be without my gaze.
Round about the cauldron go,
The trumper sure to ever know.
Gasp for breath and ask for why,
This stunt d'serves 'nother try.
Can I borrow your smile for a while?
'cos I'm so happy to see YOU smile!
Here are some things in my smile-a-while-pile
A wagging puppy tail rattling on the wall
A pussy cat with walking-stick tail up tall
Dandelion flower seeds puffed into the air
Blowing out candles, one-two-three, puff!
The wink and glint of eyes looking my way
The pop of popcorn popping in the pot
Skipping and hopping on way to playground park
The whee and glee of the slippy-dip slide
The hanging-out twirl on round-about rides
The pitter-patter rattle tap of rain on glass
The twit, chat, twerp of birds calling at dawn
The smell of bread straight from the oven
Walking hand-in-hand, arms swinging to-and-fro
Singing along to my favorite song with you
Watching a rainbow reach for its pot of gold
Crumpets and honey, hot chocolate and sweets
Hearing funny stories read, or told to me
I smile when YOU smile - so Come On!
Make me smile!
And the children cried out to their Maker
Bless us Lord, we receive Your loving peace
They all clamered 'round about Him
Singing and dancing, the Lord was pleased
They came upon a leper
His body wreaked, his eyes were dim
He dare not raise his eyes to Jesus
He was crippled but he really loved Him
Finally they left, the sun was low
There was chatter, good things had happened
They bragged how Jesus loved them so
Fight! Fight! the Lord God cried
Ready for battle, stand your ground
The dead spirits are 'round about
Spreading evil to take us down
Oh no we will fight the people said
We know our God is on our side
Thank you Lord for all you've done
You have gone and saved our lives
Good and browned, for you, a pancake round,
flipped and stacked, a joy so profound,
or perhaps, I'll share, a waffle square,
with pear for extraordinary flair.
Flair, is great for a flapjack of wheat,
square, wonderful for a Belgian treat.
Profound, indeed, is a poppy seed -
round about now, that's just what I need
sprinkled upon a lemon muffin.
If only angles could be calculated by degrees of truth,
Counted along perpendicularities measured by parallel reasons.
If only spheres were round,
Found amongst the globes hovering in the heavens we've named Space.
Circling nuclei like electrons to an atom, orbiting thoughtlessly around a point that never proved itself.
Heat and light suffice reason, it seems.
To be and hither thither, round about we go, whether poisoned entrails grow.
Math were to be the way to see,
Rather than moth to flame,
Until recently, it seems.
Counting pasts and futures has become futile, when the present takes both for granted.
If only we could count the circles round we've been,
If only we could swing in tune to frequent hymn,
If only we could see that out is what's within,
Then we'd learn of curve, sine and reason.
Spring Ritual
Stark
naked
feminists
join hands and dance
exuberantly
on a verdant hilltop
leaping round about in step
beneath an enlightened blue sky
to commemorate Spring’s arrival
and the emancipation of women.
Oh God, most high, Creator of heaven and earth; be near to me, thy servant and humble child.
For the enemy gathers round about me to bring me to despair; whispering lies into my ears and fear into my bones.
Yea, the wicked one and his servants do wish to bring thy children low and to pluck them from your strong arms.
But Thou, oh God, are faithful, an ever present defender and protector of those who love you.
No evil can stand in your presence; nor take those who find refuge in your arms.
Let not my heart be troubled, for thou art my strong tower and shield!
Thy power is everlasting: Thy word is eternal.
In thy grace and lovingkindness thou hast bestowed thy power to the children of your heart, that we might stand against all our enemies.
When the enemy whispers lies, Bring thy truth to my mind.
For no deceit shall confuse my understanding, no falsehood shall cause me to fall away from my Father, my God!
Thy love and forgiveness hast set my feet on the right path and I will not stray.
A grateful and obedient heart shall I give to thee, my Heavenly Father; For thy love hast made me whole!
It is twenty two o’clock in time
Where days without numbers drop
A pocket watch falls with broken hands
Lost, out of sync with reality
There where winds breath in shadows
Consumed by the sun’s last light
Taking secrets where they may go
Into insanity where reason goes
There in the middle of the round about
In the town square where lines migrate
Merge with the people at dance triangulated
Where circular conversations turn south
Taking in silence as the bells toll out
It is dimensions in decline that matters
It is shapes formed in the fabric of time
Diminished in the hours bent on being
Based on moments measured
Eleventy two degrees below zero comes
On the thermal cold words of the wise
By design, twenty two o’clock persists
Before noon, thinkers think twice, dim the lights
On anyone thinking good thoughts
It is never too late to die
It was Novemberless at winters gate
When the world changed direction
Where space filled in previous mistakes with legs
Replaced them with happiness at the table
It is twenty two o’clock in time
Where days without numbers drop
A pocket watch falls with broken hands
Lost, out of sync with reality
There where winds breath in shadows
Consumed by the sun’s last light
Taking secrets where they may go
Into insanity where reason goes
There in the middle of the round about
In the town square where lines migrate
Merge with the people at dance triangulated
Where circular conversations turn south
Taking in silence as the bells toll out
It is dimensions in decline that matters
It is shapes formed in the fabric of time
Diminished in the hours bent on being
Based on moments measured
Eleventy two degrees below zero comes
On the thermal cold words of the wise
By design, twenty two o’clock persists
Before noon, thinkers think twice, dim the lights
On anyone thinking good thoughts
It is never too late to die
It was Novemberless at winters gate
When the world changed direction
Where space filled in previous mistakes with legs
Replaced them with happiness at the table
Dear Lord,
I need oil for my lamp;
Spark for my life;
and bright illumination round about!
Amen
Twas the night before Christmas, all calm in the air,
But chaos was brewing, quite sneaky and rare.
The stockings were hung, but one had a hole,
And the tree had a wobble, it started to roll!
The snowflakes were falling, so soft and so bright,
Yet something was off, just didn’t feel right.
I glanced at the cookies, but oh what a sight,
They’d vanished, not one, they were gone overnight!
The reindeer were restless, their hooves on the roof,
But I heard something strange, a loud clanging hoof!
I peered through the window, with wide-open eyes,
Saw Santa and Bigfoot, under moonlit skies!
“Ho ho ho!” Santa laughed, with a wink and a grin,
Bigfoot just waved, then gave a big spin.
They danced through the snow, with a festive cheer,
Who knew they were friends? It was crystal clear!
The elves in the workshop were all taking bets,
Who’d out-dance whom, as they waltzed with no regrets.
Santa gave one final jolly ol' shout,
“Merry Christmas to all!” as they spun round about!
Laughter and joy filled the frosty night air,
The magic of Christmas, beyond all compare.
So if you hear footsteps on Christmas Eve night,
It may be Bigfoot and Santa, dancing with light!
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