Wonderful Spring

        

 

I want to write about Spring, but it's all been said before.

I want to express this joy from within of the beauty outside my door.

I long to relate all the joys that come of watching each bud anew.

But the masters have all accomplished this art of drawing these pictures for you.

Each word that I mull is failure. Yet, I strive to be up to the task.

There's this feeling of bliss from the kiss of the rays of the sun in which I bask.

An eruption of pleasure escapes from my lips. My eyes are wet with delight.

New life brings excitement and happiness after long and cold winter nights.

The eternal beauty of Spring is the splendor of our God in each flower

Returning each year in His glory of His exquisite creation and power.

No other art can compare to His might as His beauty around the world rings.

It's joy and contentment that makes my heart shout when I ponder the wonders of Spring.

Contentment

I've learned to be happy wherever I'm at.

I don't need stimulation and fanfare.

I can breeze through a novel or stand on Times Square.

And have fun with each woman and man there.

It's a mystery to me how this all comes about,

How I easily exist every day there.

I'm always content to be where I'm at,

But I'm never content to stay there.

It's a silly conclusion that sounds quite bizarre.

Is it possible I am mistaken?

Indeed, do I never become discontent?

Do I never feel frazzled  and shaken?

How does one feel pleased with life, not needing more,

Yet determined not to wallow away there?

How is it today can be just what I want,

But tomorrow I don't want to stay there?

I grasp every tidbit of knowledge I find.

I devour each occasion around me.

I enjoy all the people. I love and I laugh,

Then let absolute silence surround me.

It's because I don't need them to fulfill my life.

I've a Savior that shows me my way there.

I'm always content to be where I'm at,

But I'm never content to stay there.

Intimate Strangers

I live in a world of intimate strangers
Springing and grappling to lie at my door.

Silently lurking in shadowy corners,
Invading the privacy of my core.
As I manage each corner I study and ponder
What evils lie waiting to enter my realm
Of personal data so carefully plotted
To aid the daily business of the one at the helm.

I've enlisted the forces of constant protection,
Watching and warning and weaving their spell

They guard at the outskirts of my dominion.

They keep me apprised of the demons from hell.
The dangers of technical progress still linger.

I cringe at the thought of invasion ill-used.

I shrink to the notion of intimate strangers

And pray for a consummate demon diffused.

The Dreaded Blank Page

It's funny how our brain responds
To all our idle moments when
The matter of it all, called grey,
Becomes a mass reposed. And then,
We strive for all creative thoughts
To relegate onto our page
Where void and vacantness wins out,
No longer yellowing with age.
Technology, perhaps the cause,
To numb the senses and make dull
The nether-regions of discourse
We use to conjure up delights.
Oh, revelry! We miss the days
Of wandering out to shores unknown,
Imagining the wondrous worlds

Of paintings with our words self-grown.     

And now I've got this cadence started,
Wanting to escape the walls
Of reason, and quite discontent
With idleness and time ill-spent.
My mind is whirling, twirling, thrilling,
Fabricating joys and charms,
Listening to my inner pleasures
Spinning my linguistic treasures.
Idleness! It lends its way
To wondrous worlds in the human mind.
It captivates the weaving, forming
Pictures; overwhelming storming
To the former blanket of white
Where now my artifice you'll find.

A LIFE OF JOY

Not to laugh?

Not to breathe!

Why go on living if no mirth I'm giving?

Not so gay?

End my day!

I must have fun till the day is done!

Capture the joy?

My life's pursuit!

Why always tears to draw out the years?

Giggles and grins?

They soothe my soul.

No time for sadness, there's only gladness.

Things

Things I don't like;

Hypocrisy, Mediocrity, Jealousy, Girdles,

Despotism, Communism, Hard to overcome Hurdles,

Heretics, Lunatics, Baby Ticks, Horses,

Racists, Fascists, Nudists, Evil Forces.

 

Things I like;

Puppies, Kitties, Guppies, Noodles,

Shopping, Crafting, Reading, Poodles,

Springtime, Coffee Time, Bed Time, Laughter,

Friendships, Day Trips, Shouting up to the Rafters.

 

Things I don't like;

Liars, Beer, Mud, Cigarette Smoke,

Tardiness, Loneliness, Heat, Being Broke,

Haters, Fakers, People who don't Care,

Doctors, Dentists, Signs that say Beware.

 

Things I really, really like;

Loving, Giving, Sharing, Kisses,

Chocolate, Ice Cream, When School Dismisses.

Air Conditioning, Kids, Facebook, Ron,

Sunsets, Football, Tennis, Dawn,

Gardening, Spending, Singing, Food,

Jesus, Roses, Coloring, Good.

One of Those Days

When I got up this morning the coffee pot was broke.

When I tried to make toast the toaster started to smoke.

If I don't have any coffee it's possible that I'll croak.

Other than that everything's just pretty fine.

I went back to my bedroom and fell into my bed.

I bounced out on the other side and fell upon my head.

I needed a lot of stitches, twenty-two is what they said.

Other than that everything's just pretty fine.

I got into the fast lane so I could pass a car.

I needed to take the exit, but I blinked and went too far.

Another guy clipped my bumper and the accident was bizarre.

Other than that everything's just pretty fine.

They rushed me to the doctor who said I broke my arm.

He put it in a purple cast to give it a little charm.

My chest hurt and my back ached, but I didn't want to cause alarm.

Other than that everything's just pretty fine.

So, I ended my day a little early, and curled up in my chair

Thinking nothing could happen to me while I was sitting there.

I glanced over at the sofa that was covered in cat hair.

And I thought, I don't even have a cat!

Other than that everything's just pretty fine.