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Bird Things

This is a poem about bird things,
Like what a bird sings,
Or what covers the wings,
Those kind of bird things.

What does a bird sing,
Well of course it’s a song,
If you guessed anything else,
Then of course you’d be wrong.

And what covers the wings,
Well there feathers my friend,
From the base of the wings,
Right out to the end.

So now whenever you see
A bird on the wing,
Listen intently,
You might hear them sing.

Find The Colors

Yawning in the morning, bringing a new day,
Even when we are tired and tell it to go away.
Leave us alone you silly sun, I’m tired and want to sleep.
Let me have what little time I’m trying now to keep.
Okay, all right, I’m up you see?
What else could you possibly want from me?

Apple pancakes calling me, at least I think I hear,
The workings of a griddle somewhere over here.
But I must hurry for I dread, “They’re getting cold!” someone said.

Berries, plump and juicy, right from the pail
Uniquely fresh, and bought on sale.

Well it’s getting late, I’ll have to go.
Have friends that are waiting for me you know.
I’ll be back again to see you soon,
To have milk and cookies in the afternoon.
Enjoy the time you have alone, it will be a few years before I’m grown.

Have You Seen Queen Green?

Have you seen Queen Green?
I can’t figure out where she’s been!

I looked out the front porch screen.
But there’s nothing there worth seeing.

I know she thinks the garden is keen,
She’s usually there eating a bean.

But I’ve looked and I’ve seen,
And unless she’s quite lean,

I’m sure there’s no Queen,
Amidst all that green.

Filigree

I think you will agree, about the filigree,
That it simply must be something you really have to see.
Because you see with filigree, I think you will agree,
Unless you only want to see, it never could be free.

Really Red Fred

We call him Really Red Fred,
Because of the hair on his head.

But he doesn’t care one shred,
There’s only one thing that he does dread,

And only one place that he won’t tread
At least that’s what he said.

And that’s out back in the old red shed,
That’s Really Red Fred’s only dread.

Take Up The Slack Black Jack

Take up the slack Black Jack,
I know that you’ve got the knack.

Just pick up the sack and put it back,
Let’s keep this job on track.

Our shelves we stack and stack,
With all this useless bric-a-brac

It’s a wonder I don’t crack,
And let Black Jack take up the slack.

That Spider’s a Fighter

You know I cleaned that corner eight times.
And still that spider is there.
Spinning a web just as though,
She hadn’t not a care.

Each time she sets her web,
As pretty as can be,
Right in plain view,
For all the world to see.

So I knock it down and clean it good,
At least that’s how it would seem.
Yet each new morning I catch again,
A brand new spider web gleam.

But I must admit, she does a good job,
And it’s pretty in the morning dew,
So maybe I’ll just leave it there,
And enjoy it once with you.

Where You Are

So today you try something new,
To see how well you can do!
Puzzles of words set to rhyme,
Embellished by mark of time.
Trying to find the hidden word,
Emitted but never heard.
Stratums of letters all in rows,
Providing clues that no one knows.
Intimidating though it may seem,
Edged by this watery seam,
Remember where you are.

Who Helps You

Maybe this will be easy,
And you know the answer now!
Don’t show the others how!

Or maybe it makes you queasy,
Nauseous and feeling bad!
Ad lib, ask Mom and Dad!

Majestic, or kind of sleazy,
Decide and tell me true.
Did anybody help you?

Who Knew Blue?

Who knew Blue? And was it true,
The things that blue would do?

I heard that blue could woo,
An entire ship board crew.

From you and you and you,
To you and you and you.

From just a little brew,
To an entire steeping stew.

How I wish I knew if it was true,
The things that Blue could do!

A CHILD

A child will smile
And a child will cry
A child will watch,
And a child will try.
Fingers will move,
And a head will turn,
Legs will kick,
And a child will learn.
Until that time,
I will hold you tight,
Snuggle you close,
And kiss you right.
Some day you’ll grow
And leave my side,
A tearful parent
Filled with pride.
You’ll sing this song
To a child so new,
Who’ll fill your heart
With a love so true.

ARGUMENTS

They’re usually something trivial,
Those disagreements between two.
Not arguing over substance,
As much as over who.

Sometimes they start out innocent,
Turning into friendly bets.
More concerned about prestige,
Than what the other gets!

Silly things like when it should be an,
Or when it should be a,
When to pronounce it thee,
And when to pronounce it the.

But once the argument has started,
There’s no way to get past,
The thought of who ever looses,
Is going to end up last.

Still, let me tell you now,
You may rest assured,
There will be yet another argument,
Over who gets the final word.

CHEERS

One thing I really enjoy,
And I do it a lot too,
Is to tell the other teams,
Just exactly who is who!

Two seconds into the park,
Not even out of the car,
I’m yelling and I’m screaming,
Telling them where they are.

Three steps to close the door,
And lock it with a key,
I join my many comrades,
Hand in hand and I turn into we.

Four quarters in,
And I’m still looking for more.
Because my mighty team,
Hasn’t given them what for.

I Wonder

I wonder, is it possible
That you might read my mind?
And if you could,
What do you think you’d find?

Would you see us walking,
In a gentle starry night,
Stealing wistful glances,
Looking for Love’s light?

Love the illusive stranger,
Residing in our heart,
Who’s glow may be perceptible,
Even when far apart.

To search for Love is the journey of life,
The struggle from within.
And when we find the Love we seek,
We allow new to life begin.

Be mindful of the Love you seek,
For Love is a fickle thing,
It causes eyes to well in tears,
And hearts that want to sing.

With this in mind I take your hand,
And hold it tight in mine.
If this is all that Love could give,
For me it would be fine.

You see, I search for moments,
That teach of eternity,
In hopes that lessons learned
Will fill my memory.

Tonight I found a moment,
In the presence of your Love,
A glow that comes from mind and soul,
A blessing from above.

What Can I Say?

Too often I take for granted,
My blessings from above,
And friends that help relentlessly,
What could I be thinking of?

How can I be so nonchalant?
Why is it I can’t here?
It seems that somehow I ignore
The things that are so near?

Albeit I may be busy,
But it wouldn’t hurt to try,
To remember on occasion
Someone other than I.

Now it’s not an active process,
That somehow came to be,
But somehow I loose sight,
When I concentrate on me.

Knowledge and understanding,
Have touched me once again,
And I hope my callous ways,
Have not caused too much pain.

So in this feeble attempt,
My indifference I rend,
I hope you can accept,
The apology I send.

Daphne Dolphin

Daphne Dolphin is sleek and slim,
I could sit all day and watch her swim.
She jumps up high into the air,
As though she hasn’t any care.

She chases fish around the sea,
Putting on shows for you and me.
She talks you know, it’s true,
And the other dolphins talk back too.

I think they play like cowboys,
Rounding up a herd,
That’s they way they feed,
At least that’s what I’ve heard.

And though she’s rather gentle,
I keep us well apart,
For in her natural habitat,
She brings a smile to my heart.

Pelican Pete

You know I heard that Pelican Pete is really neat,
With his pouch like beak, and his big webbed feet.

Though he may seem awkward and perhaps a bit austere,
He’s quite the little fisherman from all the things I here.

He glides above the water, intent on what he sees,
Picking up his lunch wherever he may please.

And when I see him rest alone upon his stand,
I can’t help but think, he’s looking rather grand.

A Child’s Flower

I gazed upon a child,
A bloom was in her hand,
Some would say a weed
But I take a different stand.

A flower picked with love
A weed could never be,
For smiles made by simple joy
Are for all the world to see.

Shofar

Shofar so good,
As a form of our respect,
We use this simple horn
That we may not forget.

Lost Tooth

To tell the truth I lost my tooth,
Right over there in that first booth.
I told my Dad it was really loose,
But telling him was just no use.
He simply said, “Now’s not the time.”
So now all I’ve left is this silly rhyme.

Glenda Goat

Good golly Glenda Goat,
Where did you get that coat?

It’s only me, can’t you see?
It was given to me for free!

The white is from my Nanny Goat,
Poppa Billy had a darker coat.

Little Angels

“Momma, what’s a nimbus?
Won’t you tell me true?”
“A nimbus is the Love I see,
Whenever I look at you”

Oboe Boy

“Oh boy, an oboe.
May I try it please?”
“You may indeed, I hope you learn,
to play it with some ease.”

Mr. Caribou (My Little Caribou)

“Excuse me Mr. Caribou,
but does anyone really care for you?”
“Well I can’t say I know it’s true,
but I hope that someone might be you.”

(Hey my little caribou,
do you know Mommy Cares for you?
I know it Mommy, and it’s true,
This little caribou Loves you too.)

Cat’s Cradle

Cat’s Cradle, Cat’s Cradle please come to me.

Someone take this Cat’s Cradle and set my hands free.