Mary, Mary, where have you been
What trouble is it you are in
Is your snow white lamb lost once more
Could he be waiting at the door ?
You need to be so careful please
Protect yourself, face, hands and knees
Perhaps you could learn self-defense
Take care when climbing any fence.
Times used to be you were a child
Quite innocent, both kind and mild
Those days are now forever gone
Keep safe my child, the world moves on !
I wish I were a tiny child who fell asleep each night
With thoughts of angels all about who keep us in their sight
They comfort us with melodies or words that are so sweet
And show us how to accept our success or our defeat.
You’ll see our fears would disappear we’d be so ever calm
As all this love the angels share works like a magic charm
I know some find it hard to trust that angels keep us safe
Believe that God is on your side, oh ye of little faith !
Walls of windows that I now see
From all around are watching me
Windows, windows, they’re everywhere
I sight still more just over there !
Windows spying on me and you
Who can escape from their broad view
Glad we’ve no windows in the sky
Wait, hold on, that is one big lie !
Perhaps I may not have it right
We’re never far from vision’s sight
Oh Lord above protect us from
The nosey watchers and their thumb !
Just close your eyes, what do you hear
The sound of chaos on your ear ?
Oh what a joy that it would be
To hear the surf beside the sea
Or deep within a leafy glade
To cherish sounds God’s creatures made
Or like the quiet of the air
You sense in fields as you stroll there.
But all that I can do today
Is shut the windows, run away !
When I was just a tiny child
There was this dish that drove me wild
My favorite soup, can you guess
With flying colors passed the test.
Carrots, celery and parsley too
Were cooked together in a brew
Of chicken stock all warm and bold
So good that I could eat it cold
But the best part, the noodles yet
Were letters of the alphabet.
I tell you now that I still store
A jar of noodles on the door
And when I feel I need a break
Those alphabets are what I make
I’m sure my love of words began
With this great soup homemade not canned !
I am this person old and gray
Who’s reaching out to you today
I beg you please to take my hand
I’ll lead you through God’s promised land.
The trees are tall, the flowers sweet
God’s goodness shines on every street
The weather’s neither hot nor cold
It takes forever to grow old.
There are no wars or pestilence
And folks possess good commom sense
What can this be, you ask of me
My dear, it’s God’s heredity !
Oh Cinderella are you still there
Is that you hiding beneath the stair
I’m sorry if your life went awry
I know you’ll give it another try
There’s a lesson I have learned from you
To myself I shall remain true blue.
And when my back is against the wall
I won’t be shy I will make that call
One-eight-hundred fairy A-I-D
Won’t you please come and help set me free
I’ve been a grownup for far too long
It’s time I chose to just tag-along !
Somewhere in life, the curtain falls
The story ends, destiny calls
While out there in the wilderness
A voice is heard, it’s in distress.
And so at last, the hand’s been played
With pounding heart, no more afraid
For fear is but an empty thought
There in a teapot, tempest caught.
The winds that blow are all in vain
They howl and rage across the plain
We’ve heard it all, how will it end
Does a lover become a friend ?
The heavy crush of busy streets
Onlookers streaming everywhere
In flip-flops, sneakers, shoes with cleats
A world of madness we all share.
The hawkers, conmen, charlatans
All crowding round their corner carts
Beware the city’s denizens
In great rush to display their arts.
The simple act of walking out
And window shopping just for fun
Enjoying all the scenes about
May be precarious for some!
What joy it is to see the face
Of one who finishes life’s race
It matters not your rank or place
Just learn to win or lose with grace.
Achievement occupies no space
To try again bears no disgrace
And oh, such pleasure in the chase
As with God’s help one keeps the pace.
There is no stigma can erase
His winning circle we embrace !
I think I have become too old to be
A Disney fan or Star Trekkie
I much prefer the music of
The B G’s or Burt Bacharach’s stuff.
There is no jewelry that I wear
I’ve no desire to color my hair
In the heat or cold, I shun a hat
I guess I’m boring, I can see that.
I’m afraid my books do cover all
The tables, chairs and bench in the hall
I’d rather read than watch the T V
My favorite is B – I – B – L – E !
I wish I were an elephant
With rugged trunk so long and thick
T’would be my speaking instrument
The trumpet sounds both loud and quick.
I grunt and growl and rumble too
Traveling with the herd for miles
My hooves send messages to you
While trunks curve down for friendly smiles.
I’m told that I am very smart
My memory so ever long
Seems I’ve an extra loving heart
Among all beasts I’m the most strong.
Now I’ve been here since mammoth days
And that is like forever time
By now you should respect my ways
And help me to survive decline !
As I gaze on assorted flower faces
I’m transported to God’s exotic places
For a world that is crammed with a million dreams
There’s nothing as simple as all truly seems.
While each tiny bud has a life of its own
And breeds healthy seed from genetics unknown,
Can you imagine in a long ago place
Once bloomed some flowers with a daisylike face ?
Or high trellised upon a very tall tree
There clambered up a type of shining ivy
What a happy conclusion and nice surprise
As loving sunflowers did greet each sunrise.
Now I’m sure as I pass through God’s golden gate
There’s lots more to come and I’d hate to be late !
It seems that life is, with all its features
God’s perfect world of imperfect creatures,
How shall we learn what perfection can be
Until we share in His eternity ?
This struggle’s old, six thousand years about
You’d have thought by now we’d have worked it out !
Now long ago and faraway
Before the sun came out to play
A little mouse peeked out his hole
And wandered off to take a stroll.
“To see the world before I die”
While asking why, ’twas his reply
His aim, to share with other mice
He brought a bag of pilfered rice.
He traveled far, across the street
In hopes that others he would meet
But on the way with this and that
He ran into an alley cat.
The battle left no great surprise
As mousey met his sad demise
I’d like to think the moral is
Enjoy your home and mind your biz !
Long ago far across the seas
There lived a man, a Genovese
Christopher Columbus by name
Whose quest earned him forever fame.
He traveled o’er the ocean waves
To visit harbors, coves and caves
And finally he came to rest
Among the islands of the west.
His goal to seek another way
To bring back spices of the day
Now how did he achieve all that
Since he’d been told the world was flat ?
Though not the first his goal was true
Seems now tis time to say thank you
He had the grit and fortitude
We all owe him great gratitude !
I saw an owl perched in a tree
“Whoo, whoo “, he seemed to speak to me
Oh, mister owl you look so grave
Is there a way I should behave ?
I’d like to know what I can do
To ease the course of life for you
Or is this world in such distress
You’re here to bring an S – O – S ?
I’d really like to help you out
Leave me a sign or make a shout
If you’ve a message to relay
I’ll speak to God without delay !
When I stroll down beside the sea
The empty shells call out to me
I’ve wondered where their owners are
I know they could not travel far.
Were they the victims of a crime
Perhaps some mollusks from the slime
Or maybe hungry octopi
Reached out to grab them passing by.
Their homes seem to be, oh, so clean
No fingerprints left on the scene
Whatever reasons may be true
I’m glad it wasn’t me or you.
There will be danger in the waves
But who is left to do life saves,
We need a Sherlock of the sea
To solve this deep dark mystery !
If wishes had wings I’d rise and fly
Across the wilderness of the sky
To meet with the angels in the air
And follow them home to tarry there.
Now angels appear to be quite strong
I am guessing that their lives are long,
Perhaps thousands of years more or less
A great mystery I must confess.
If I have to wait too long to see
I pray they’ll keep their watch over me !
Have you ever seen a mermaid when you’ve been out to sea
I’m sure that I have not nor anyone that’s known to me
Seems mermaids were a help to men at least a thousand years
There is a place on the Rhine I’ve been told that one appears,
Unlike the Disney creatures who know all the rights from wrongs,
The sailors call them Lorelei they sing enchanted songs.
Like Homer’s Sirens tempted those from Troy who homeward bound
Did flounder on the rocks about on hearing their sweet sound,
I’m sad that I might have to spend another thousand years
To hear a mermaid chant her song into my waiting ears !
I haven’t seen a cowboy of late upon the scene
There are no cowboy idols as cool as Steve McQueen
There used to be Gene Autry his horse was Champion
Or what about Hopalong with Topper on the run ?
Dale Evans rode Buttermilk, they were the best of buds
While Roy was fond of Trigger along with other studs
Silver was so beautiful, Lone Ranger was top gun
Jay Silverheels on Scout played Tonto, Mohawk “injun”.
If there’s a cowboy heaven full of remembering
I’d love to be a cowgirl, I just refuse to sing !
Oh magic wand, where have you gone
We need your help to carry on
The weatherman decrees more snow
Where did your special powers go ?
How long is it we’ll have to wait
For spring to enter our front gate,
Oh springtime sprite you’re overdue
Do you need help to make it through ?
Dear snowfairy, it’s time to fly
We beg of you, please say goodbye !
Flying carpets where have you gone
I need a rug to ride upon
Perhaps a shell like Venus had
Or dolphin’s back, like Alan Ladd.
We should recall those olden days
When fantasy was all the rage
And films and books and fables old
Like fairy tales were stories told.
Today the truth is all we’ve got
Accepting that, I’d rather not
While Ali Baba was his name
Those forty thieves brought him his fame
Arabia was mystic too
I liked it then, well didn’t you ?
Today tis sad, this world to think
It seems we’ve reached the final brink
There’s no time left for let’s pretend
The world we knew has met its end !
If I were a snowflake where is it I would go
Me and my companions, into high piles of snow
But oh can you imagine what great sights we’d see
Drifting from the heights on each town or small city.
We are all different no two alike or same
There’s no way that heaven could give each one a name
I think it’s quite exciting gliding wide and far
Snowflakes must have visited even with the Tzar !
They fell on every mountain and covered all the trees
They whistled in the wind and crackled in the freeze
There is so much beauty in all this pristine white
I thank you God but now I’d like a brief respite !
I do my exercise each day
It helps to keep doldrums away
I speak with God all of the time
He never tires of my rhyme
At least I think He’s not upset
I haven’t had an answer yet !
Aroma wafts up to my nose
It is the smell of oreos
I never thought I’d halt to think
About an odor, smell or stink !
But now I know that this is true
Please take a whiff I beg of you
Incredible how sweet they seem
Care to share an oreo dream ?
( OREO BIRTHDAY NYC 3/6/1912 – 1st SOLD, HOBOKEN, NJ, USA )
If I were a dinosaur
What is it that I would see
The world as it was before
In a place that used to be.
Dinosaurs lived long ago
When there was no one about
They roamed the earth to and fro
Free to screech and howl and shout !
They came in many sizes
Long and tall and short and fat
Ate each other, no surprises
I’m so glad I missed all that !
There must have been a reason
One that I cannot explain
Seems all died in one season
Never to be seen again !
I hear the Angelus, it rings
Its doleful sound with glory sings
Here from my perch so very high
The mother and her child I spy !
So peaceful in the corner there
Some portion of the garden share
I wish that I might join them too
But it’s too late, quite overdue
The time is past to make amends
I sure would like to be best friends !
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Claire V. Bogdanos 