Little Thoughts

                                                   This is the way life flows

                                                   I work all day you know,

                                                   wash the dishes when the heap groans,

                                                   iron the heap of washed clothes

                                                   don't have time to smell the flowers.

                                                               Sugar is sweet

                                                               honey is too,

                                                               I'll save some candy

                                                               just for you.

                                                             Teaspoon

                                                 Jazz plays, lends atmosphere,

                                                 coffee aroma fills the air,

                                                 machines hiss, froth rises

                                                 above the rim of the cup,

                                                 steamy mists, noise echoes.

                                                    Slim Dusty was right

                                                    the sun wasn't bright,

                                                    July was wet again

                                                    clouds brought the rain.

                                               Tiger Wood hits a little ball

                                               watches it fly high than fall,

                                               it dropped in the bunker

                                               oh, what a clunker.

                                                    Greg Norman is newly wed

                                                   is not home in his marital bed,

                                                   he spends his day outside

                                                   why ain't he home with his bride.

                                                     The Wallabies are on top

                                                     who will bring them to a stop,

                                                     pushes and tackles, punches and scrums,

                                                    will the all blacks kick their bums.

                                               George Bush has to go

                                               because he's not a pro,

                                               he's a great big liar,

                                              liar, liar, pants on fire.

Thought From Retrieved Files.

Veteran Ghosts

Echoes of the past

firing of guns,

bombs explode

planes roar overhead,

men scream, drowns out birdsong,

horrors of war faced every day,

sleep never comes, eyes blood shot,

leeches cling to mud splattered skin,

fighting has passed, memories remain,

forever the men struggle

their lives never the same.

The Phoenix

The phoenix has risen from the deep, dark,

battered soul to shine with light

a light so strong to blind out trouble.

Tears have flowed, a river of them,

to cleanse the body of sadness, loss,

wash away years of built memories.

Hearts do weep, but do not break, or bleed,

they are battered, bruised, hurt,

needs love to repair the damage.

Sunshine illustriously healed the heart,

darkness spirited from the deep depth,

life returns, sadness disappears.

Strength, health, lightness of spirit, hope, cheer,

rise with the coming of new days,

Phoenix has risen from the ashes.

Dark sorrow driven away with the sun,

laughter, hope, pleasure, love reign,

eyes sparkle love, not sorrow.

Mother Laid To Rest.

Clouds of peace rose from

the casket on the alter,

we stood as one

Jack and I walked forward

to place the rose petals with love,

a mother, great grandmother

had departed leaving this earth,

to travel to a land without pain,

took our place of honor

beside the casket on this

her final journey.

Jody helped escort us

to the waiting hearse,

she gladly walked

her grandmother to the land

of peace and tranquility,

where my mother now stands

beside my father for eternity.

Change

Time has stood still for me,

now my time has come to grow

I'll move forward, one step at a time

to new expanding horizons, excitement,

be one with the universe, not separate,

flow with the waves of life, with time,

express my feelings, not bottle them

to become my own person

to live in harmony.

Atlantis

The cloud of energy hung over the valley

closed off the stars from the city below,

air hard to breathe, sleep restless, draining,

the energy clears with the rising of the sun,

male and female wizards stood apart,

men in the hills, women in the valley,

powerless men raped and plundered,

women locked behind guarded walls at night,

Atlantis was dying, crumbling, rumbling,

too much energy exposed, earth groaned, cracked,

the protagonists fought their final battle

as Atlantis sank beneath the ocean.

Storm

'Twas naught moon nor star burned bright,

dark clouds rushed fiercely over

mountains, rivers and fells to

bring destruction across the land.

Rain pelts trees, water rushed full speed,

torrents churned, gouged

ground from river banks,

logs sailed, dangerous missiles.

Drowned animals dragged

battered on a roller-coaster,

down with the swirling water

to end miles away at sea.

Change

Where have all the men gone,

the gentlemen who stood beside his woman,

the ones who were once there to protect you

keep you safe from harm, you walked above the clouds,

who shared his life, love with you,

A love that was forever, not vanish out of sight,

moved to another bed with the coming of the dawn.

Gentlemen are rare species,

are sought but few are found,

men are now guys with their eye for chance,

ships passing into the night come morning,

have moved on to another port,

they weigh anchor, sail with the breeze,

move frog like to another bed.

Wishes

Roses are red

tulips are too,

hope you birthday

didn't make you blue,

may there be many more

wonderful years ahead of you.

Life But Circulation

As the years pass by

The days do shrink,

Your body bends, bows,

Skin wrinkles, beauty fades.

As trees grew older

Rings count the years,

Ravaged by the weather

Cuts short their life span.

Flowers are like families

They grow and die,

Beautiful in the flower of youth,

Fades, becomes brittle, then dust.

Earth is ravaged by wind, and rain,

Sun boils the water to mud,

Dust scatters far and wide,

Trees die of thirst, crumbles, rots.

Life is a merry-go-round

With its ups and downs,

Lives for but a short while,

Fades away, to be born another day.

Clay Takes Shape

Earth and sun,

Wind and rain,

Minds do see,

Hands are applied,

Shape takes place

From balls of clay.

Colors are added,

Fired and painted,

Glazed and fired again,

Left to cook and dry,

Admire and place,

Your master piece,

Display your effort,

Receive praise and complaints,

Your vision, your plan,

Your pride and joy

May not be to others

As it be to you.

Coral Home

The soft coral waved

In the ebb, and flow,

Swung and swayed

With the movement,

Of the underwater world.

Delightful, brilliant colors,

Attracted the creatures

Who swam by looking

For food, a new home.

Sharks glided by silently,

Their shadow spelled danger

For those who dare, or forget,

Not to adventure from safety.

The electric eel peeked out

From its own cave in the coral,

Gropers sat in wait

For the unexpected traveler.

Day and night

They work and play,

In the beautiful coral garden

Beneath the surface of

The deep blue sea.

Life At The Swamp

As the roasting sun set on the day,

A wild life chorus began to sing,

Harmonizing, the swamp came alive.

The moon slowly moved across the sky,

Beams of pale light shines on the area.

Bessie the wood nymph rose from slumber

To fly above the ground looking for trouble.

Her long, white nylon dress hung to her ankles,

Satin slippers on her tiny feet,

Long flaxen hair hung down over her shoulder.

Delicate wings flutter on her back,

Her eyes sparkle like diamonds,

Full of happiness, and mischief.

To torment, or help, what ever came her way,

Play tricks on those travelers, unaware

That Bessie the wood nymph patrolled the swamp,

Protects her friends the animals

from fiends looking for prey.

When the rays of the sun did rise each morning,

Bessie flew off to her flower bed

Leaves the ranger to take charge.

Pain Won't Leave

Tumultuous pain rages my body

Roaring through every muscle,

Joint pain worse than tooth ache,

Worse than pain from brawling,

A volcano of pain erupts like molten lava,

Sleep destroyed. Eyes full of sand.

I crawl from my bed. My feet finally touch the floor.

Standing is difficult, slow, and painful.

Walking, sitting, is a nightmare walking.

Liniment, pain killers, I use every day,

Shares in the company, that's what I need.

Recoup money spent. Money they gain from my pain.

Grease nipples in joint, is what I need,

To stop the wear, and tear of harsh abuse,

Vibrators in the muscles to keep them working.

A magic pill. Without side effects.

Restore the mangled body to a new model.

Be able to cruise through life like a gentle breeze.

No tornado of pain to wreck havoc.

Blissful sleep. Oh, what Heaven.

My life would be free of the dreadful pain.

Live my dream. Not dream of what life could be.