when she took the job no one was honest at all
the dishes were stacked higher than a giraffe is tall
How long have they been like this? She asked the boss
He hemmed and hawed, and stirred up red sauce
Seriously, is this kitchen always going to be this messy?
Are there going to be dishes to the ceiling? Asked Tessy
He did not answer, but she discovered the very next day
This pile up of dishes to the ceiling is always the way
The moon decided to learn
how to bake,
And stirred up a giant and
starry- filled cake!
He used the soft clouds for a
bowl of white dough,
And baked it all night with a
warm, glowing glow.
He added a scoop of the
deep ocean blue,
And decorated with shiny,
bright comets and dew.
When the sun woke up
bright, the moon took a
peek,
And fed all his crumbs to the
birds in the creek!
there is always one
who does not want to get along
who takes the other side
who keeps things stirred up
one in every office
every school
every family
every neighborhood
every church
I could easily become that one
But I don’t want to
so I keep my opinions to myself
because I trust no one
except me
the hens were stirred up, mad as hops
I figured it had something to do with pops
if anyone can rile up anyone, it is he
I ran off to the woods, and they ran after me
They were clucking and fussing as only hens do
I dove into the pond, still wearing one shoe
they jibber and jabbered, walking up and down the bank.
If you don’t have hens, you have the Lord God to thank.
The mystery books stirred up the rest on the shelf.
We are never taken down or read, it’s time to run to the elf.
But who would read us in the glen? Asked a novel named B.
Unsure, but it’s better than this said The Giving Tree.
Dr. Seuss’s books were ready to jump up and down and stay.
Until they were reminded by whale novel by Ernest Hemingway
No one has read you for six or seven years or more.
They rebelled with the others, all the books angry and sore.
They were gone for a year or two before anyone noticed the shelf.
I thought they would never notice said the book-loving elf.
They are non-readers in that house, in no way refined.
The books were stacked in his treehouse, color-coded, lined.
Now they were being read by brownies, faeries, gnomes and such.
They felt appreciated and revered, enjoying their rebellion very much.
The inhabitants of the house wondered what had been on the shelf.
They were all non-readers, quite unlike the book-loving elf.
Walking by the river’s edge
A trail of rising shapes
Dying seeds and leaves
Swept up from under the privet hedge
Where the city’s dead air escapes
Circling stirred up they fly
Along the water’s bank
Floating in the silent breeze
Suspended seemingly alive
Then all at once they sank
And finally they die
,,
In every pairing there is always the chance
Of mutation, pushing forward
Or genetically thrown back
To something now dormant
But still timelessly valuable,
Unintended consequences of evolution
Unlikely and even unwanted.
After all times change, values change
Yet human nature remains the same.
Every time someone is wronged
Murdered, assaulted, abused and cheated
Of course there are victims
And of course the fear/hate of revenge
Retribution and justice is stirred up,
But also in every harm is an opportunity
For insight and compassion
And true compassion embraces all.
Perhaps the greatest insight
Is that love, not hate, is foundational to Life.
And love is more mysterious and profound
And yet immediate and knowable
Than we can ever know.
In every act, loving or hateful,
There is a chance to see the play of Life unfolding.
(10/11/25)
the fork thought the knife and spoon were against her
A conspiracy was in the works, their mission impure
She used her ring finger and accused them of a conspiracy
The spoon pointedly ignored her and stirred up his green tea
The knife was not as wise as the spoon and argued most of the day
It seemed to give them satisfaction said the spoon named Gray.
They are used to arguing, it is their way to be romantic he thought.
He had heard his parents scraping and hissing since he was a tot.
Vegetables boiled in an angry froth.
Stirred up, they were, in a savory broth.
"Give me liberty or death", they said,
as they were joined by a cabbage head.
Was by the pool, sporting a Speedo
Cursed with overactive libido
I did all that I could
Now, I'm just sporting wood
The damned thing looked like a torpedo
So I used my towel, trying to hide
But still, it wouldn't swallow my pride
The shadow from my shaft
Was creating a draft
And it stirred up a crowd a mile wide
The line stretched from here to the border
Trump signed an Executive Order
News choppers filled the air
Bigfoot could only stare
Cher begged, but I couldn't afford her
Clear at the edges, I can see every ripple of sand on the bed of the ocean as I swim.
Towards the centre of the beach the sea becomes opaque,
The sand churned up by the waves and the greater depth obscuring the bottom.
Then, as I reach the far end of the bay it becomes clear again:
Small shifts in the miniature dunes beneath
With each gentle wave
Flurries of sand, stirred up then settle down again
Tiny fish the colour of the sea bed, zip along the bottom
Zig-zagging in groups of two or three
Visible only because of their small black eyes
I raise my head and see the small cape rise above me
The rocks the same colour as the sand beneath
And the same colour as my skin
The deep dark greenery covering much of the face of the rock
Lush and impenetrable, to me at least
Though I know that snakes and ground birds and insects thrive there
To be surrounded by this much joy and life
To feel permeate my being.
“The darkened sky stole my tears,”
as morning sunshine disappears.
Today's her birthday- ninety years
and rainy weather interferes.
She loves the outdoors- wild frontiers.
In early times, with pioneers,
she traveled far with two careers.
But now, those days are souvenirs.
She has two friends- each one adheres
to lifestyles spent in outdoor spheres.
And now I pray, as fun time nears,
the sun will shine as the sky clears.
The darkened sky stirred up my fears-
I now see sunlight in arrears!
The sound of voices fills my ears-
as she arrives, all clap with cheers!
I watch a star twinkle in the dark midnight sky;
a shooting star stirred up a spirited sigh.
The full moon shines its brilliant warm glow,
soft breath whispers love in rhythmical flow.
Shimmering reflections from the light of a moonbeam
stirs tranquility and romance into this dream.
Arms slide to embrace and caress you with yearning;
my passion is rising, emotions aflame, my body burning.
I lay you down gently, and in my strong arms we find
my dreams coming true as My Queen has been crowned.
Tonight for us will be a stunningly bright beginning.
Moonlight magic, love's serenade, will keep us singing.
The Buzzed United States
are thus stirred up due to
the crazy ramblings of the crazy drone
and the outbursts of the crazy MOSKA
Rich man’s blue
A problem when a person meets someone
seriously, they lose their logical sense when
the rich person speaks to them or smile
They are ready to agree that the person says
is the truth, if we accept what he says
He makes mundane of going to Mars
we know his timeline is wrong
but what the heck, he foots the bill
I think of Elon Musk, who has become
the new Shreck role Putin had
But it didn’t sit well as old Putin looked cultural
Wear a nice tie and is a dog lover
His foray into German politics is brave and timely
the AfD can lift Germany out of the hole
she is in now and is making Germany strong again
As for his intemperate opinions about the UK
one can say they stirred up the reaction that
one thinks the British public was in favor of
if not the political leadership in that country.
We can ignore Elon Musj when he tramples
on our precious dignity
like the Vatican, he has no army divisions.
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