by Mary Ellen Smith
deary, come and sit with me.
I've just made a pot of tea.
Just shoosh the cat, now there's a spot.
Here's your tea. Mind now, it's hot.
good to see you passing by
Give this yummy cake a try.
A napkin dear, you've got a crumb.
No, yes, right there. More, by your
tell me everything that's new,
My visitors are very few.
Just move those newspapers a bit.
Make it easier to sit.
what were we just talking 'bout?
I can't hear, dear. You'll have to shout.
Yes, yes the weather has been fine.
Mm, ummm. Yes, the cat is mine.
no. Bad kitty. Sorry dear.
He's just so used to sitting there.
Try a crumpet. Here's some jam.
What's that, dear? The cat? It's Damn.
hear. It's gonna rain?
Um. Sorry dear, yes, a funny name.
A neighbor from an upstairs flat,
Said, "How 'bout I give you this damn
cat, get down! He's spilled your plate.
Forgive me dear. It's getting late?
Oh, must you go? You're on your way?
Well, stopping by has made my day.
bend a bit. Bit more. Oh there.
I've got him. Damn cat's off your hair.
Bye, bye. Yes, just shut the door.
Wish she could have stayed some more.
kitty kitty, want some tea?
Come and sit over here with me.
Yes, you are a good damn cat.
But must you treat our guests like that?
take their meals from petals, pink.
Morning dew becomes their drink.
In moss and fern their home is made
Amid the woods, deep in the shade.
flowers into their hair
Faces aglow with beauty, rare.
They dress in emeralds from the trees
Adorned with butterflies and bees.
ladybugs are welcome friends
Bearing good gifts from garden tends.
A sweetpea pod, a bite of peach,
Tender tidbits just out of reach.
If their little wings should stray
Into the telling light of day,
Into the gardens of the land
Where gentle granite statues stand,
ivy grows it's lazy way
And songbirds sing throughout the day,
Where fawn and flora drink the sun
The fairies life would be undone.
in beauty, none surpass.
Examined surely, under glass.
Tis best in secret to stay amid
The moss and rock where they are hid.
hummingbird your quickened heart carries you so
Your little wings beat oh, so fast that I can
You hardly sit and in your flight you swiftly find
Feathered iridescent in the dawn and dusk of
I could hold you in my hand, gentle I would be,
Captured for a moment, you would have a friend in
Little one, I must content myself in your
And listen to the music that your wings beat to in
circles now with silent feet, eyes yellow like the
Around the huddled mass within he thinks to feast
I hear him scratching at the door, his claws cut in
Invite him in to reason? No, I don't think that we
shadow looms, dark on the sill. I strain to see the
Though peeking out through drapes drawn close gives
me the coldest fright.
Inside, the fire will keep us warm until the light
Where hope anew arises and we are no longer
A GARDEN NEVER WEEDED
a garden never weeded nor pruned or given care,
In a bed that's poorly seeded where watering is
The fruit can never sweeten from a root that's
And the gardener will be reaping a sorry seed
Glory's glory will never reach their peak.
Chrysanthemum has a story but will never learn to
Nothing left of cherries except the dreaded
If the Bachelor Button marries, Stephanotis calls
bees will make their honey from someone else's
The Babies Breath will be in another garden's
Her rose will be a wilting red, the gladiola,
Tulip bulbs grow from this bed, but they will grow
won't last till May, the Sunflowers won't shine
The Heather smells a lot like hay, the grapes make
The Cyclamen are little boys who cry at every
So don't forget a garden's joys are something you
Dandelion will lose it's roar, the Foxglove needs a
Every bit of clover's poor, a vined Trumpet leaves
In a garden that's not weeded butterflies won't
And the only flower seeded is a blooming
the sleeting rain of gray, the shale of winter's
The knight came riding in his best, soaked and
chilled down to his vest.
Rhythm of the hoofs and rain with echoes of the why
Into these nether parts of sod bereft of warmth of
green of God.
honor carried he his shield, his sword was kissed,
he would not yield
Instead alone upon his steed intent in his
The dragon in his hidden lair could see the rider
Another come to find a story, seeking fame and
his cave of rocks hid sure, the dragon smells the
Yet looking on the young knight's face he feels a
strange and giving grace.
This dragon in his countless years had faced so
many unfound fears
So many knights so bold and brave too easily sent
to their grave.
from the rocks his plan is laid, he is set sure and
And to the sky in thunderous flight he gifts the
knight this wanted sight.
The dragon's roar is heard for miles but neath it
all he only smiles
As cold the steel finds true it's mark, there in
the rain so damp and dark.
tired of the fight and kill long ago void of the
The dragon feigns a winged retreat but dies there
at the young knight's feet.
Red blood runs pale into the storm from his
majestic mythic form.
The knight cries out in great relief shaken and
cold beyond belief.
for a moment pausing there this sight he knows is
oh so rare,
He plucks a scale of shimmering green, his trophy
from this beast of mean.
Through the sleeting rain of gray, the shale of
winter's coldest day,
One knight returns his sword to lift, because of
this old dragon's gift.
OF THE WILDFLOWERS
stand taller than the rest.
You do your best.
In brightly colored bursts of hue,
declaring to be beautiful too.
your bloom's alive with seed
your stem is sparse
you're just a weed.
gather on the hillsides
the by-ways and the highways!
Reach out on the breezes
where the cracks in life
can't mow you
in blankets and beds
gather in numbers
hold up your heads.
next to the roses
nasturtiums and vines
next to the grapes
they turn into fine wines.
in the sunshine
on pavement and plain
next to the wheat
before it is grain.
till your beauty is found,
stand your ground.
Intertwined unconcious thought.
Old man whimpers
In the night the darkness follows
Everything the daylight swallows.
Tied not with bows,
Kept intact by sleep's repose.
that people were more like teddy bears.
Fuzzy and warm, soft and snugly.
Quiet manners, never ugly.
Content at tea in mother's hat,
Attentively sitting whilst we chat,
Over our steeped imagined brew.
Twouldn't it be awfully dear
If on rainy days, they gathered near
Happily gazing at the sky
Counting raindrops falling by,
Simply smiling at the clouds?
What if people were more like teddy bears?
Needle and thread could mend a heart
Tho the stuffing's old, they'd never part,
Gladly sharing o'er the years
Joyful triumphs, stinging tears?
Oh, that people were more like teddy
FOR THE RAIN
Fluffed together in the arms of the sky.
Promises of rain tease the senses.
The first few drops wet the asphalt.
We all know that smell
Not really pleasant, but welcome
We lift our faces
And raise our arms
As if to catch a barrelful.
And a cool refrain....
Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain.
can embrace, erase,
Stand tall, fall.
Good, bad, happy, sad.
They can comfort or destroy.
Understand the misunderstood.
Read them carefully.
GOD HAS DONE
has planted every seed
Be it flower or grow to weed.
He has greened the velvet land
Counted every grain of sand...
God has painted desert sky
Meadow lakes, and mountains high.
He has set the wind to cool
Gathered fish into a pool.
Splashed the earth throughout with dew,
Reflected skies from oceans blue.
God provides in the plain
Where wheat fields sway,
A gentle rain.
Tending earth, amazing grace.
Because He loves the human race.
up atop the castle wall, she braids her hair to let
To her one true and only love plaits she,
Her braids from high above. Her heart,
Tho trapped within her breast, shatters the
From its rest, and as the shadows melt to one,
When day at last is finally done her breath is
With hand to ear she hears her prince as he draws
He thinking only, lips of wine, climbs his way on
Where sure of foot and pure of heart pledges
To not depart. Embracing hearts, blushing,
They sit entwined till dawning mist quietly creeps
The wall, heralded by the lonely call of lost
Unrequited still. He slips away and o'er the
From whence he came, a parting wave,
Her lips still warm from kisses gave.
She wipes away a tear of sorrow
And brings up her tresses for the
friends are old and smelly, some of them are
Mostly belly. None of them can see too good,
I think their teeth are made of wood.
Grandpa's friends have lots of wrinkles. When they
Their faces crinkle. I'm afraid they're gonna
How much crinkling can they take?
Grandpa's friends have knobby fingers. When they
Gas it really lingers. I like to look at their
hairy ears and the
Way the chair molds to their rears.
Grandpa's friends have lots of worries, I can tell
Their stories. Aches and pains and bending backs
High price of cigarette packs.
Grandpa's friends are fun to talk to
They laugh real loud the way that I do. They give
Lifesavers and gum and they don't yell when I act
Grandpa's friends walk with walkers
Or sit on the porch and rock in rockers.
I sit and watch the things they do
Someday I'll be someone's grandpa's friend
bolted out the door
His green grimaced face elated.
To his bride he ran, stiff-legged high upon his
His scars she didn't see
But traced his stiched brow so coquetishly...
Blushing as she said "I do"
To 10,000 volts of electricity.
Not far off
Friend and foe
At water's edge,
glories lead the way
Down the path to yesterday.
Watered and kept alive, well.
Tears of sadness, joy that fell
Upon this ground, seed was sown
To flowers not, only grown.
For, weeds too, can live on tears
And given time, will choke the years.
Tend therefore with loving hand,
This life that is a fertile land.
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