Waves

Rushing, dashing, clashing each on their way
To another city to another bay.
Large swallow weaker, bounding evermore
Till each is consumed by a soverign, sandy shore.

Lunar orchestration ocillates sea’s symphony,
As countless waves appear, singing joyously.
Sounds are unforgettable, though instantly are gone.
New sharps, flats and quarter notes emerge to carry on.

White cap dances surrender with explosive rings.
Sounds and sights intoxicate witness to such things.
An incarnate moon reincarnates each once more,
Thus another journey to one more marauding shore.

Ions ago a marriage twixt the heavens and the sea
Spawned a splendiferous skyline in all its majesty.
Then waves started to recede and mountains expand
So life forms could leave waters and populate the land.

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The Parrot And The Ferrett

Jolly Polly parrot said to the fast, fidgety ferret,
“You want some of my food before I eat all this carrot? ”
Well the fast, fidgety ferret as usual was in a real hurry
And didn’t have time to eat since he only had time to scurry.
So he said, “Thanks, but no thanks. I must be on my way.
It seems like there’s never enough hours for me in a day.”
Then jolly Polly parrot frowned at fidgety and said,
“Unless you change your ways, my friend, you’ll soon be dead.
Fast fidgety ferret, you must eat well to keep your body sound
Or you’re going to get sick and become part of the ground.”
That was indeed a scary thought for fast, fidgety ferret
So he asked jolly Polly for some ideas that might have merit.
“I think that three healthy meals and some regular rest and play”
Said Polly to fidgety, “Now that will give you a better day.”
Fast fidgety thought and then smiled at his friend Polly parrot,
And happily said, “I’ll do it. Now my new name is just Ferret.”

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This Confusing World

Oceans are almost empty, mountains flat and the sun has lost its sheen.
Summers swelter and winters freeze as peoples seeking shelter are brought to their knees.
Glaciers disappear like paper thin lace leaving bone dead rock in their head stone space.

Hoards of species disappear leaving portents of the future so remorsefully clear.
Yet the specie that holds hopes of solutions is busy destroying itself in a spate of revolutions. In this confusing world it now seems that the skies are green.

While the earth around it continues to collapse, it expedites the fall with unending mishaps.

Tomorrow is gone; it’s already spent on superfluous intercourse,
The damage of which will only be understood too late with the greatest remorse.
By then the skies will have turned ashen black, with oceans sucked dry.
As the pale sun and its moon are hijacked by a much wiser sky.
Hopefully, there’s a borrow from the day after tomorrow
To overcome this trauma, tragedy and so unnecessary sorrow.

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Procrastination vs Priority

If it weren’t for procrastination, I’d have no alone time at all.
Between family, friends and work I need some time to stall…
Just a few moments for myself to think and cleanse my mind.
If I attend to all my priorities they’ll be impossible to find.

Parties, holiday times and vacations are all lots of fun,
But preparing and recovering from them keeps me on the run.
Then there are job duties with meetings and work at night.
It seems like alone time may never be within my sight.

I have a list of things to do like a garage sale planned for years
Or annual medical and dental exams postponed due to my fears.
Tax forms mold upon my desk though April springs anew;
I've done nothing but strain my brain keeping them close in view.

The creation of procrastination is a concept not always bad.
It provides opportunities to review all the priorities that I’ve had.
If it can rearrange my goals and thus provide that alone time,
How can procrastination be called anything but simply sublime?

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Love Yourself

LOVE STARTS WITH YOU AND HAS NO END.
IT BEGINS WHEN YOU LOVE YOUR LIFE’S BEST FRIEND.
LOOK IN THE MIRROR AND WHO DO YOU SEE?
HOPEFULLY, YOU’LL SMILE AND WINK PROUDLY.
YOU AND YOUR EGO WILL BE SO MUCH NEARER
WHEN YOU LOVE THAT SMILING FACE IN THE MIRROR.

IF YOU CAN’T SAY “I LOVE MYSELF HUMBLY, ”
THEN YOU CAN’T LOVE OTHERS GENUINELY.
SELF LOVE ISN’T SELFISH NOR IS IT VAIN.
SELF LOVE IS THE FOUNDATION WHICH WILL SUSTAIN
OUR SELFLESS FEELINGS FOR OUR FELLOW MAN
TO HELP THROUGH OUR LIFE AS BEST WE CAN.

WHAT DO CLOUDS FEEL IF YOU HAVE’NT FLOWN?
YOU CAN’T REFLECT LOVE IF YOU CAN’T FEEL YOUR OWN.
YOU CAN’T ENJOY THAT BOOK ON THE LIBRARY SHELF,
IF YOU’VE NEVER LEARNED TO READ YOURSELF.
NOR CAN YOU APPRECIATE A FOREIGN TONGUE
WITHOUT LEARNING WORDS FROM ITS VERY FIRST RUNG.

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I'm So Lucky

I'm not hungry or afraid and I can be me
Since I live in a country where all are free.
The cost of this freedom has always been why
Independence has depended on many who die…

Who die in defense of inalienable rights
So all may sleep soundly through peaceful nights.
I can complain about things I think are wrong
With no worry that police will be coming along.

Costs of living in America are increasingly high,
But in other places costs of living will make you cry.
By speaking your mind you pay with sweat and blood.
Your cardboard shack disappears in torrents of mud.

Never enough food to eat or fresh water to drink;
Rotting remains engorge air with an insufferable stink.
So little chance to learn and improve a meager life
As the battle to keep alive loses to poverty's strife.

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The Spore And The Condor

Said Spunky Spore, “We germ cells are busy making plants
So that as you fly over, Casual Condor you see flowers dance.
Though we’re very tiny, you’ll find it’s true
By joining with other spores we can form something new.”

“Well Spunky Spore, ” replied Casual Condor, “You impressed me.
As I soar it sounds like you’re in almost everything that I see.”
“How right you are! ” exclaimed the proud Spunky Spore,
“We’re in everything there is and we’re busy making more.”

The poor condor now wasn’t so casual as he started to cry.
Spunky Spore asked, “Sir, you’re crying, please tell me why.”
The sad condor wiped his eyes and said, “I need help from you.
Please make more of us or we’ll be extinct and gone from view.”

Spunky Spore is joining with his friends to see what they can do,
But for a while Casual Condor and his family will be just a few.
If humans care enough to protect this wonderful team,
Then the tragedy of extinction won’t again arrive at this extreme.

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Love Yourself

Love starts with you and has no end.
It begins when you love your life’s best friend.
Look in the mirror and who do you see?
Hopefully, you’ll smile and wink proudly.
You and your ego will be so much nearer
When you love that smiling face in the mirror.
If you can’t say “I love myself humbly,”
Then you can’t love others genuinely.
Self love isn’t selfish nor is it vain.
Self love is the Foundation which will sustain
Our selfless feelings for our fellow man
To help through our life as best we can.
What do clouds feel if you haven't flown?
You can’t reflect love if you can’t feel your own.
You can’t enjoy that book on the library shelf,
If you’ve never learned to read yourself.
Nor can you appreciate a foreign to tongue
Without learning words from it’s very first rung.
Hearing but not knowing a word. So it is with love.
Avoid abandoning it with an emotional shove.

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The Mule and The Molecule

This meeting was not liked by the Stubborn Mule,
But he had no choice because Tinsy is his fuel.
Since Tinsy is the smallest thing that there is on earth,
Stubby decided to see just what this little guy was worth.

“Hey Tinsy, you’re so small, I’ll bet you can’t be in a stone.
I’ll bet you live in your own tiny place, just yourself alone.”
Tinsy replied, “Well Stubby, stone and everything is made of me.
Trillions like me are in all things in this world, including your body.”

Stubby thought for a while and then said to his newfound friend,
“Now that I understand, I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to offend.
I think you can explain to my buddies who all of you are.
If they realize that you’re part of them, they’ll treat you like a star! ”

Tinsy replied, “I don’t want them to treat me like a star.
They just need to appreciate that I am a part of what they are.”
Tinsy Molecule and Stubborn Mule now have a life of fun.
They work together and play together since they are really one.

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Sad Oak

I’ve a sad story about a great oak that fell.
It now lies dead…a useless empty shell.

This oak once was the mightiest tree in this land,
Towering over others mired in rock and sand.
Its roots were deep and drank from rich soil
While others suffered in their unending toil.

Mighty oak’s trunk stretched toward the sky,
Unconcerned as the others continued to die.
Its branches held proudly to each healthy leaf,
Caring little of the forest’s deepening grief.

Why be concerned with this world of dying and weak?
They seemed to offer nothing the great oak would seek.
Then fate spoke to the oak, but its message was denied.
Suddenly climate started to change and the rains subside.

With no help from dead comrades, temperatures did soar.
Scant vegetation protected the earth’s life giving floor.

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