I wish I were a mockingbird so I could sing the whole day long
I’d fill my time with happiness and live a lifetime full of song !
I wish I were a robin red who sings a flutelike warbling tune
That echoes after eventide and carries on under the moon !
If I could be a whippoorwill I’d roam the forest late at night
The song I chant you’d recognize, I sing, but always out of sight !
Our children small
Have questions all,
The simplest one
Will we have fun ?
The answer is
We’ll have a quiz,
I don’t think so
What do we know ?
Let’s play a game
What is my name ?
One wish you get
Are we there yet ?
Ends with a nod
And thank you God !
Judge Samson was a man quite strong
With curly locks ever so long,
His hair should never feel a knife
As he was raised a Nazirite !
Tis said he was a foolish man
Preferring pagans to his clan,
Delilah she became his wife
And knew the secret of his life !
She cut his hair a shorter length
To steal away his godly strength,
His enemies they made him blind
Chained him to posts to be unkind !
He begged God’s help, his final plea
Destroy this temple ! Set me free !
Now long ago there was a man
He ran away from Pharaoh land
A fugitive from death was he
Demanding all his brethren free !
Well Pharaoh was a stubborn sort
His men searched hard but never caught
This man who started on his way
Babe in reed basket swept away !
A story told through ages past
Ten plagues that left the world aghast
To show the power that God must be
And how He shapes our history !
The cards we’re dealt may often be
A symbol of adversity
Into this world I came unclothed
My exit should be just as bold !
I cried aloud to be myself
But lingered long upon the shelf
Truly I am depression’s child
Who’s taught to think and act worthwhile !
I saw the pain and wriggled free
But failed to find my destiny !
Oh Lord above, You are so grand
Assign an angel if you can
To stay with me and hold my hand
Until I reach forever land !
And if an angel can’t be spared
I hope somehow to be prepared
One thing I’ve learned is how to share
You’ve taught me that Your father’s fair !
I see a princess standing there
She seems to be in great despair
What is it that you cannot find,
Oh, have you left your wand behind ?
I note a frown upon your face
Is your tiara out of place,
What is it that is now askew
Is there something that I can do ?
With ruby slippers on your feet
I truly think you are so sweet
Oh princess, may I beg of thee
One sticky kiss to set me free ?
What is it Lord that we should know
Before it’s time for us to go
What can it be that we must learn
Which merits do we need to earn ?
We’ve changed our lives without delay
And prepped our wings to fly away
Our hearts are open and prepared
While idling here with love to spare
And praying that we soon shall be
Equipped to greet eternity !
I love to see the curtain’s edge
Lift gently from my window ledge
The breeze outside comes pushing in
As lacy fluff lifts in the wind !
The fabric floats into my space
Creating gauzy veils of lace
While visions seem to spin around
Like Venus in her dressing gown !
This has no place now I’ve been told
These styles I chose are just too old
And no one cares or wants to see
Lace panels here except for me !
There was a boy so long ago
Who roamed the hills near Jericho
He had great skill with stone and sling,
Who thought he would become the king ?
But God’s true wisdom knew the best
That David would survive the test
And while exiled, in caves he hid
Saul wished him dead, of course he did !
He stayed the course, he ran the race
And triumphed over his disgrace
A feeling man both wise and good
With frailties that God understood !
Have you wondered how the angels sleep
With all of the timid souls they keep
Children and babes and the very old
And those enduring grief uncontrolled ?
How do they manage I’d like to ask
To juggle such an enormous task
And will their numbers be large or few
When each nightfall comes what do they do ?
Do angels truly have giant wings
Does anyone hear when an angel sings
With so many facts we’ve yet to know
Will they be there when it’s time to go ?
A bandana tied with simple knot
A small bouquet of forget-me-not
A beach blanket set upon the grass
Napkins, utensils and plastic glass !
What do we have here before our eyes
I think it could be picnic surprise
Oh, how romantic and ever sweet
What secret treats and what will we eat ?
I see a basket next to the tree
Must be luncheon meant for you and me
Is that bottled bubbly I can spy
To celebrate the Fourth of July !
There are some times I’d like to be
A lion king who wanders free
Among tall grasses on the plains
With tawny skin and curly manes,
Ferocious roar and lazy ways
Keen sense of smell with steady gaze !
It might be great to share the den
With faithful Daniel way back when
He slept with lions in the cave
While God above did his life save,
Exposing those who compromised
And schemed to cause Daniel’s demise !
Sometimes I think that I could be
A noisy frog under a tree
With leaves so strong they seem to float
Upon the stream much like a boat
And there to be called Captain Frog
Who sails about and keeps a log.
Perched on my head a sailing cap
That while afloat I still can nap,
In storytime this tale is told
About a frog and princess bold.
I harbor thoughts now ever since
That I might be that froggy prince
But feel a magic kiss, how odd
For even frogs believe in God !
I’ve often thought I’d like to be
A giant whale who lived asea
Perhaps related to the beast
Who swallowed Jonah as a feast !
Think of the tales I could have heard
Right from an ancient humpback’s word
Oh what stories that I might spin
To shark or cod or small dolphin !
How much fun to splash about
Knowing God gave me my spout
Oh, what a grateful whale I’d be
Thankful He made great use of me !
The remnants of my former styles
Surround me here in glaring piles
Why can’t I just discard the mess
I really tried I must confess !
Possessions are more earthly stuff
By now you’d think I’d had enough
But somewhere in the distant past
I’m sure it helped the memories last.
The time has come without delay
To clean the house, pack ghosts away
Face life head on, emotions tossed
Reach out for God ere all is lost !
Oh, little star up in the sky
You shine so bright please tell me why
This vigil which you silent keep
That watches o’er me in my sleep
Is like some vast and hidden eye
In outer space are you God’s spy ?
Oh, how much fun that job must be
Shining through His infinity !
EXCUSE ME but today is one of those frustrating times when I am awash in waves of nostalgia that simply will not evaporate or disappear. I find these inexplicable occurrences are triggered by some minute detail, a date or an odd notion, secreted away in the intricate catacomb of the mind ! That’s a mouthful of words, but all true. At this moment, I believe the trigger to be the occasion of Memorial Day ! For those of my generation, I would imagine that World War Two ( note: in deference to those unfamiliar with Roman numerals ) is the guilty impetus today ! Perhaps almost 75 years later, one would expect the memories to have faded into nothingness, however that war remains as viable today as it was all those years ago. The names of places that existed only in travel brochures or the geographical almanacs of the era easily roll off our tongues plus we can actually spell them, like Enewetak or Tinian. Just imagine, a generation deprived of the option of earning degrees that can think AND spell ! Is that like walking and chewing bubble gum at the same time ? HAHA ! I wonder. Can anyone explain Common Core to me, is it related to Common Sense ? Thank you for your help ! Sincerely, Claire B.
The air is crisp, the wind is chill
The sun comes shining o’er the hill
The smell of green is ever sweet
The dewy grass enfolds the feet.
Can it be true, is this the spring
Slow to commence its latest fling,
Rushing to greet its worldly fame
Hoping to save its tarnished name ?
I’d like to be an elephant
With memory forever long,
A wrinkled trunk to honk and rant
My strength and power exceeding strong !
I’d travel with a circus troupe
To visit many foreign lands
While children all around would group
And smile and laugh and clap their hands !
Can you just picture all the joy
This spectacle would bring to me
Imagining I could employ
The magic wand my mind must be ?
Each day I rise with early morn
Much pleasure waits upon the dawn
God’s beings stir and move about
They wake and stretch and boast and flout.
It’s such a noisy world out there
Too many creatures fill the air
Assuring us we’re not alone
That God is with us, age unknown.
We’re grateful for the joys we find
And thankful that we’re on His mind !
If I ask you do you love me
Will you tell me the whole truth,
Will you deal with me politely
Can you offer me some proof ?
In this world of indecision
It’s impossible to know
What will be the right conclusion
Should I stay or do I go ?
Now I’ve thought about this nightly
And considered all the doubt
I’ve decided to pack lightly
Bid goodbye and mosey out !
I wish I were a platypus with fur so short and thick
I’d burrow in a hole so deep where I could play some trick
I’d lay my eggs by the edge of a swiftly running stream
Anyone sighting me would think me one more unholy dream !
Now a platypus won’t travel well having but two homes
One is in Australia where the poor thing barely roams
Tasmania is number two, such limits to impose
Upon this small flat footed duck with such a lengthy nose.
I’m glad to say its history’s the oldest ever known
No one can understand reasons why his repute has grown
Perhaps one day this mystery will be resolved at last
And I’ll return to storybooks for versions of the past !
The saddest day I do recall
It came about late in the fall
I was a child that long ago
What caused it all I do not know.
The day was calm the air was sweet
With burning leaves along the street
The Yuletide was not far away
My thoughts ran wild for Christmas Day.
I had a friend ( she used to be )
She shared with me in secrecy
And told me Santa was a fake
I thought my heart would surely break.
Now that I’m old I comprehend
My world did not come to an end
But rather know when I am sad
I search for reasons to be glad.
We need to fill our lives with glee
Remembering that laughter’s free !
When I find myself in a daze
I wallow in vanilla glaze
I’m not too sure why that should be
My world is mostly sugar-free !
Perhaps my childhood will explain
Why sugar icing calls my name
I grew up in a sparser time
Where sweet things cost one extra dime,
And cake was truly all homemade
No soda pop just lemonade,
That canvas bag of powdered sweet
Marked 3 X, my old childhood treat !
Hidden behind the window blind
What sort of secrets shall we find
What kind of pleasures will be there
For each to seek and perhaps share ?
What pleasant dreams may be fulfilled
Or treasures sought and ogres killed,
How shall we know which way to go
Which path to take or room to show ?
The road is long some will not wait
For ways that lead to heavens gate !
The morning’s come, I raise my head
So slowly from my comfy bed
I sense the ever constant sound
Of natures rising all around.
Sometimes I think I’d like to stay
Upon my cot one cozy day
And simply close my eyes once more
Ignore the world and lock the door.
Now this could be a grand surprise
And yet I know that I must rise
Old habits cannot be denied
Supposed perhaps, but never tried !
We search for the rainbow to show
These colors wherever we go
The blue for the calm of the sky
The yellow to keep our hope high
Green to remind us of rebirth
And brown like the color of earth.
There’s purple to honor our love
Of God and the angels above
While red brings great passion to life
With orange to challenge the strife.
Now lavender favors our past
The pink helps the sweetness to last.
The chartreuse works to calm the mind
But aqua seeks patience to find
The peach has a wonderful glow
And the gray, the wisdom to know.
I think the magenta’s the best
It outshines the whole of the rest
I wonder if God wore a coat
Would pale lily capture His vote ?
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Claire V. Bogdanos 