Tag Archives: whimsy

Rainbow Moments

 

A second in time

Never before seen

But special the colour

In blue, red and green.

 

So very dear

And then it is gone

But the memory remains

With each breath that is drawn.

 

A vision in colour

It plays in your mind

Your life becomes sweeter

The memory entwined.

 

Believe in yourself

Be the best you can be

And those moments of rainbows

You always will see.

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Perfection

Double, double, boil and bubble

A wise one once declared,

Never stir and never spill

And soon it could be shared.

Loose and free as God declared

A leaf upon the breeze,

Captured and contained I fear

But never, never freeze.

Slowly steeping all is good

Time will make it be,

And just a minute later

A perfect cup of tea!

Conversations With Myself

Have you wondered what advice you would give yourself if you could meet the younger you?       I have. And so to aid in that little experiment I took a hypothetical stroll through my memories. It was an interesting jaunt.

Now you think I would go back just far enough to make a difference but not so far back as to terrify myself. The infant stage is much too young for paranormal activities. We might be more open to them at that age but I don’t think we have the mental capacity to analyze and internalize the incident for it to be at all helpful. It would become part of our dreams or our mythology. Not helpful.

In the teenage years we might have the mental capacity to understand it but would we have the experience to incorporate and benefit from the information? Let’s face it, the teenage years are often full of angst and indecision.  We don’t want to stand out from the crowd too much and accepting information from any future you is just a bit too ‘out there’.

Now our 20s and 30s are the perfect time. We are starting to get our footing into a career and to understand the thought processes required to function in society. We are beginning to manifest the courage to become the individual we always wanted to be. So perhaps that would be the perfect time to get reacquainted. I wonder how that would go? In the wee hours of the night a conversation might go something like this:

 

”Hello me!”

“Say, what? Man that sushi must’ve been bad! Or maybe I have a tumour. Are you a tumour?”

Laughing quietly, “No, I’m not a tuna or a tumour! I am you in 40 years! Is there anything you would like to ask me? I have so much to tell you to make your life better!”

“Got any winning lottery numbers?”

(Damn, I never thought of that! Why didn’t I think of lottery numbers?) “I’m not here with easy fixes. I’m here to help the you that you are today be better for tomorrow. “

“That sounds like cheating. Do I become a cheater?”

“Er, no, I just thought that you could benefit from the experiences I have gained by living         my life.”

“But that’s not my life.”

“Well, yes it is because I’m you.”

No you’re not. You’re the you from 40 years in the future. I’m not you,

I’m me.

 

And that in a nutshell is why it would never work. The person I am today is not the person I was 40 years ago and the only way to become the person I am today is to live those 40 years. There ain’t no shortcuts in life!

Damn!

April Fools’ Day

I live in a part of the world that celebrates April Fools’ Day on the first day of April. I don’t know how it all got started, there are theories, but it is the one day of the year when we actually celebrate ‘the silly’. It is when the crazy folk interact with the normal folk and the normal folk get a little crazy.

Every year we pull practical jokes on each other. Most are funny, some are hilarious and some . . . not so much. It’s one of the few days of the year when it’s acceptable for adults to behave like children and children to go hog-wild. It can also be one of the most terrifying days of the year! After all, somebody has to have the trick played on them.

Now most pranks are pretty ordinary. Exchanging sugar for salt or vice versa, putting a note on someone’s car apologizing for the damage then watch them go over their car diligently looking for said damage. But there was one April Fools’ Day prank that topped them all.

It happened in 1957 on April 1. The BBC put out a three minute report about a family in Switzerland ‘gathering’ their harvest of spaghetti trees after a mild winter. The report was further legitimized by using footage of a traditional ‘Harvest Festival’ along with discussing how to produce the perfect strain of spaghetti that would be the correct length. The report was so well-done that there were consequences.

At the time spaghetti was something exotic, that came in a tin with tomato sauce. No one knew about pasta. The people didn’t know where spaghetti came from. Hundreds phoned in to the BBC to ask how they could grow their own spaghetti trees. Supposedly the BBC told them to “place a sprig of spaghetti in a tin of tomato sauce and hope for the best”.

Now that’s a practical joke! What are you doing today?

 

 

A Tale of a Tail

 

A tale of a tail

Attached to a rat

Who wanted some cheese

That belonged to a cat

 

Our cat loved to play

All day with a string

But it had been taken

By a dog who could sing

 

Now the cat knew the dog

Just wanted a bone

That belonged to a man

Who lived on his own

 

But the man was annoyed

That his home had a mouse

Who scurried around

All over of the house

 

If the mouse could be caught

Then the bone would be tendered

The string would drawn

And the cheese would be rendered

 

Horrid the deeds

Would need to be done

Death and defying

Was the character of none

 

So the tale of this tail

Will end on a high

In the house of the man

They all settled for pie!

A Serious Thought

 

A serious thought

Popped into my head

It seems there was trouble

With a word that I said.

 

I cannot remember

The word that I used

But my brain is insisting

That my ego is bruised.

 

My feelings chimed in

They felt it was wrong

The word that I used

Belonged in a song.

 

Confusion’s set in

We’re all in a flux

The bits that are me

Think everything sucks!

 

I need calm in this place

That I call my head

Relax and shut up

I know what I said!

 

I lied to them all

I needed some peace

It is sleep I require

As the voices decrease.

 

Have you ever surmised

About the noise in your head

They’re loud all our lives

Until we are dead

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I welcome the gang

When we all work as one

But then there are days

When I am seriously done!

Away

 

A child sleeps softly

Her dreams intact

Tragedy and fear

Just a whisper away.

 

But darkness embraces

This small little soul

It hides her, protects her

Keeps monsters away.

 

Too soon there is dawn

And the new light of day

The sleeping child wakes

To a world far away.

 

We owe this young one

A life of her own

Filled with the wonders

Not far away

 

We work and we pray

Please Lord make it so

A beautiful new world

Please show us the way

Poo Soup    

 

I am sure I misheard

The words that you said

You asked if I’d rather

Consider you dead?

 

I know that’s not right

But it’s now in my head.

Such silly old me

You asked about bread!

 

There’s soup on the menu

I like that, I do

What’s on today?

You say that it’s poo?

 

Creamed, you continue

It’s special you see.

I know this is wrong

But, with a chaser of pee?

 

This restaurant is new

With a speciality palate

I am not quite there.

So the onion’s a shallot?

 

I long for the day

When food was a breeze

A coffee was simple

And sweets were a tease

 

Now latte’s are half-fat

And waste’s on the menu

I don’t understand

That food’s now a venue!

 

I’ll just drink my tea

And snack on a chip.

Maybe I’m asleep,

And this is a trip!