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Two Scoops

Life goes by in such a rush,

Getting from place to place.

We are all in a hurry to be,

Together within this race.

 

I would like to stop,

To sit for just a bit.

To see what I have missed,

What did I forfeit?

 

So, I will take this moment,

And scoop up what I need.

Perhaps just a little extra,

No more than is decreed.

 

A little joy is not amiss,

And laughter is a must.

Peace is also needed here,

And yes, a little trust.

 

Two scoops will I allow,

Not to take too much.

Then I think I’ll pass it on

To those I want to touch.

Smiling

What makes you smile?

What tickles your fancy?

Is it slapstick or puns?

Or perhaps necromancy?

 

I like a good laugh,

You know one where it hurts,

Gasping for breath,

But no body fluid spurts!

 

I want a tickle in my brain,

Through words that I read.

Or show me an action,

That’s funny decreed.

 

I don’t know what is witty,

Until I am slapping my thigh,

And then even better,

When I’m starting to cry!

 

Some people are amusing,

When they walk in a room.

But not cuz they’re funny,

It’s their perpetual gloom!

 

My day starts with sunshine,

Like a smile cross the sky.

And I am bound and determined,

Not just to stand by!

 

So my best I will try,

To bring you some joy.

Then the last thing to do,

Is laughter deploy!

 

A Lizard Smiled

 

A little lizard smiled at me,

I don’t know what to say.

He looked back and then he winked,

It took my breath away!

 

He flicked his tail above his head,

As if in brisk salute.

And then he turned away from me,

He was so very cute!

 

He winked again and then he smiled,

And I knew our time was brief.

I thanked him kindly in my way,

Then watched in disbelief!

 

He seemed to stand upon his toes,

A ballet dance in motion.

Then I blinked and he was gone,

Was he just a notion?

The Pandemic Shuffle

It’s two metres to the left,

Or six feet to the right.

Mouth and nose are covered,

And welcome to our plight.

 

Washing hands so carefully,

To the beat of that old song.

Is how we try to save a life,

You know it is not wrong.

 

The entire world is hurting,

A new reality is come,

How many people will be lost?

Before this Pandemic’s done?

 

Businesses are in danger,

Livelihoods are in peril.

The only thing that we can do,

Is pray that hand is sterile!

 

We keep our spirits up,

As we muddle through our day.

Do our best for each other,

And hope we find our way.

 

Help is coming I believe,

A vaccine will make it right.

And then the world will start anew,

With all our human might.

The Crocodile

 

A croc was basking

In a summer pond,

Waiting for lunch

To pass by.

 

His eye on the clouds

He suddenly thought,

‘My stomach is grumbling

for pie!’

 

A fish was not right,

An elephant neither,

So all he could do,

Was sigh.

 

Dreaming of a day

When pies could be real,

He continued to stare

At the sky.

 

Remember that croc

And follow your dreams,

All you must do

Is try.

 

Cursing

 

Does the spider curse the wind,

For the destruction of its web?

Does the wind hate the trees,

For causing it to ebb?

 

Why do people hate,

Who they do not know?

All because a stranger,

Told a tale of woe.

 

The spider will rebuild,

It happens every day.

The wind will blow again,

The trees will always sway.

 

People will be people,

No matter what you do.

One day perhaps I hope,

Love will see us through.

 

Thinking

What does an elephant think about,

As he stands inside a zoo?

What passes through his mind

As he’s looking back at you?

What does a pigeon think about,

As he soars above the crowds?

Perhaps it just a simple thing,

As he plays amongst the clouds.

A single ant is scurrying,

His job it must be done.

The others they depend on him,

The many and the one.

A crow is thinking, I can tell.

He cocks his head at me.

Is he looking at my lunch?

Does he think it’s free?

Two yellow fish are playing,

Deep beneath the sea.

I wonder what they’re thinking of,

Could it be of me?

A turtle swims beneath the waves,

A carefree life at best.

But then one day he wonders,

What about the rest?

Behind, beside and over there,

Are those we do not know.

But they have thoughts and feelings,

Just like that silly crow.

What does a person think about,

When he looks upon another?

Race and colour notwithstanding,

Could he be my brother?

This crazy world that we call ours,

We’re only tenants here.

If we make nice and play together,

There is no one to fear.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Gentle Moments

 

The time we have upon this earth,

So fleeting is its nature.

But still we hurry through our lives,

And miss the gentle moments.

They say that we must stop and listen,

To the beating of our hearts.

But heed I say the sound you hear,

Is deeper than a beat.

A gentle moment exists in truth,

It waits for us to notice.

Do not ignore and just pass by,

A precious instant’s near.

So bow your head and listen close,

To more than just your heart.

The sound you hear and wonder at,

Is the depth of inner peace.

Blessings to the world as we celebrate

Canada Day!

Religions

Catholic and Anglican

Episcopal and Jew.

Different religions,

For me and for you.

 

But what is the religion,

In the heavens above?

What is the label,

We practice thereof?

 

The words that we speak,

The songs that we sing.

Are all in the honour,

Of the one who is King.

 

We sing songs of faith.

That is the beginning of hope.

Because only together

Will we finally cope.

 

Understanding will come,

We’ll be suitably awed.

Because life is the religion

Of the one we call God.

On The Line

 

 

Pretty frilly underwear

For all the world to see

Is hanging on a laundry line

Very clean and free!

 

Now I will not say their mine,

For I must never tell a lie.

Lots of folks are doing it,

Let their knickers face the sky!

 

The wind will whisper up their shorts,

Sun on their tidy whites.

But the really favourite ones,

Are the frilly out of sights!

 

Come on gather round,

You know you really want to.

With social distancing all the rage,

Entertainment is askew!

 

Think of being on that line,

Clean and fresh and free.

Your hair is swaying in the wind,

Your joy for all to see!