Sunshine Song

Sunshine Song

29 August 2011

Walking in the sunshine

Singing this sunshine song,

The simple notes of mine

Help move the day along.

As I go striding along

Feeling big and strong

This is where I belong.

Skipping in the sunshine

Caroling this sunshine song.

Not a cloud in sight.

Everything’s bold and bright

And the world’s all right.

Strolling in the sunshine

Humming this sunshine song.

What can I say?

No worries today

They all flew away.

Hiking in the sunshine

Belting out this sunshine song.

These simple notes of mine

Help the day move along.

Walking in the sunshine

Singing this sunshine song.

Here's where I posted it to You Tube: http://www.youtube.com/user/n2501znsd?feature=mhsn

A Cause For Pause

A Cause For Pause

25 August 2011

I stopped to watch the sunset

As the sky’s color didn’t stay,

But evolved from yellow, to scarlet

And resolved in a purplish gray.

I was reminded of the saying,

“Stop and smell the roses.”

A full-bodied scent upon inhaling

Stimulates our noses

And excites the whole brain.

I realized anew that many wonders

Are simple and easy to attain.

Perhaps the message thunders,

“Stop!” “In this fortuitous moment

I don’t care what else is going on,

The world is on pause for this scent

Or this sunset that’s glowing on.

For a short time I’ll focus to be

Aware of what’s meaningful to me.”

Visualization Culmination

Visualization Culmination

16 August 2011

I followed the voice

Directing me to visualize

My life and choice

In a super size.

The self-improvement guru

Thru guided visualization

Led a life review to

Behavior modification.

While imagining a hinderance

To my future objective,

Visualizing that chance

From a different perspective.

Where the choice is unmade

And the results get

Changed and replayed

To a different vignette.

I listened half sympathetic,

My personal learning mode

Is visual and kinesthetic

So my attention yo-yoed.

I didn’t write goals down

But I followed during

The imagination countdown

And values conjuring.

I was very surprised

At the outcome I got,

For mindfullness minimized

I felt like a freshman snot.

The exercise made me feel

Like I was much younger

About the college age ideal

With a curiosity hunger.

However, I got to keep

Knowledge and experience

So the price was cheap

Even tho it didn’t make sense.

Leather at the Pride Parade

Leather at the Pride Parade

18 July 2011

I walked with my friend over to the parade

Staging area, hugging friends along the way.

Eventually we found the leather cavalcade

As the sun burned the marine layer away.

Along with socializing, Wish supplied

Water and nourishment for our benefit.

My sunscreen got shared and applied

Guarding against sunburn’s stealthy hit.

Titleholders stood around in discourses

With Mama’s people and upstarts.

Three members dressed like horses

Complete with harnesses and carts.

There was a gentle breeze along the route

That kept us cool, natural ventilation.

The rest of the country can eat its heart out,

Jealous of San Diego’s location.

The crowds were enthusiastic, cheering

And applauding as we passed their mark,

People lined the street gawking and peering

From Normal Street to Balboa Park.

Sick Trick

Sick Trick

13 July 2011

How often do we listen to the shrillness

Of conversations about illness?

There was the first grade tonsillectomy,

Then in junior high an appendectomy,

After the last child came a hysterectomy

And last month was a lumpectomy.

Complaining and comparing aches, pains,

Sickness and operations pays dividends

In the form of unintended secondary gains

By helping us stay in touch with friends.

Without a medical history to flout

What else would we talk about?

Lament and Vent

Lament and Vent

17 June 2011

I haven’t felt up to par or normal all day

But I think I’ll go to the gym anyway,

I just hate a slight cold and not feeling well.

When five minutes on the treadmill is hell.

What’s even more irritating and irksome

Is the rhyming part of my brain still works some.

Hooray for Today!

Hooray for Today!

9 June 2011

I feel like praising and prizing today,

Not that it’s different from yesterday.

Today offers possibilities in this way:

Not just stopping to smell the roses,

But noticing the color metamorphoses

From a petal’s center of lemon

To it’s outward lip of salmon.

I’m celebrating the immediate

And another chance to create.

Nature cycles at it’s own rate

So the roses in my garden today

Won’t be in next week’s bouquet.

Today is a self-contained event,

That’s why it’s called the present.

Machinist, Poet and Watchmaker

Machinist, Poet and Watchmaker

26 May 2011

A machinist and a poet lived lived by the sea

And they were as comfortable as they could be.

The machinist had dealings with a watchmaker

This time the way the monies went was a deal breaker.

The machinist and poet went to see if he was a true blue friend

Or if he would prove to be a villain in in the end.

A visit to the watchmaker’s was very telling

Because voices were quickly raised to yelling.

In case affairs turned to disorder

The machinist wore a voice recorder.

The watchmaker finally threw a raging temper fit

But returned some items for the machinist’s benefit.

For justice the machinist filed in small claims,

Return of property or monetary value were his aims.

The watchmaker counter filed for a change of venue

Hoping to set a precedent or save himself revenue.

After going to a different hall and space

Finally, a commissioner heard the case.

The change in venue was denied.

So the watchmaker greatly sighed.

First the machinist told his version of events

With the poet giving testimony augments.

Next the rambling watchmaker told his side

Presentations unaligned meant somebody lied.

The machinist got a final say,

Then came the judgement of the day.

Damages were awarded to the machinist

And the watchmaker reacted at his meanist.

Epitaph Gaffe

It has been brought to my attention by the people I play cards with that my signature phrase is "What a rip!" Tonight while playing at my nephew's, the idea came up of putting it on my tombstone. I'll agree to it only if it rhymes.

Epitaph Gaffe

22 May 2011

What a rip! Here I lie

Buried six feet under.

A choice I couldn’t deny.

You there full of wonder,

While breathing and living,

Delighting in friendship,

Still doing and giving,

Here I lie, what a rip!

Permanent Vacation Choice of Vocation

Permanent Vacation Choice of Vocation

17 May 2011

My doctor’s office was next door

So I went to the fabric store.

I enjoyed walking down the aisles

And touching cloth gave me smiles,

Like calico cotton prints, flannel, velvet, velour,

Felt, lace, fleece, linen, chiffon, satin and more.

In the middle of that textile environment

I realized this isn’t my grandmother’s retirement.

In those days there were limited activities

Now I get to pick other proclivities.

With wide-ranging skills and interests

Quilting falls to the bottom of my lists.

Realizing I could do much worse

I came home and wrote this verse.