Growing Up

Growing up believing in Popeye
Those were the innocent days, what a guy!
Grandmom always said....
Eat your spinach and behave
Look at you! You've grown three inches,
Let's go to the beach and catch a wave!

Oh, a day at the beach was exceedingly fun
so much space and everywhere to run
Laying on an old green army blanket
Running soft sand thru my hands, fingers
catching a wonderful tiny shell memory
lingers there yet.

Lying on my stomach, watching my mini
world thru arms crossed holding my face.
Sunlight shines so greatly making the
grains of sand lovely a breathtaking place.
Imagining a fairy castle in such a tiny space
In my mind I shrink, I melt I am one with
the sand.

I envision a special place all misty green
covered in dew...with a unicorn wading
in a babbling brook bringing love to quite a few.
If you look closely you will see how magnificient
our world could be.
Peaceful beauty too perfect to see.

 

 

 

 

Sometimes

School days, school days....line up
for entrance into the maze
The boys wrapped up in their glory jackets
the girls are just all a twitter, a jabbering racket.

Line up now, enter two by two
Believe me, nothing else would do
Nary a girl goes without her head scarf
it was the fashion of the day....barf!

Hey! Here's the usual lunchroom scene
Louise, Sandi & Jimmy all standing in line
Grab the tray, tell the lady what you need
I want a baloney & cheese with mustard please.

Pictures from our past, memories revived
Giving credence to events that were our lives.
Sweet are the memories of long lost loves
thoughts float across my mind rising like a dove.

To be young and wild, to howl at the moon on
a starlit night...roar with abandon with all your might.
Make your mark, take your risks...never go quietly
silent into the night.

Icons have fallen and are no more
They were "cool" before it became a word
Today they are idolized as something special
Great talent was theirs for the world to enjoy
Some people are just too beautiful to live.
their lives end suddenly like the butterfly or the
elusive unicorn.

By Sandi...yes that's me in between Jim in plaid and Louise turned towards the camera...taken in 1960!
Seems like a century ago.

 

 

 

 

Judi's Artful Contest

     Never Give Up

In my mind's eye I wander perilously close to a widening deep abyss
Staring like a gongoozler into the dark void
Trying to discover a feasible path to reach
my long lost bliss.
A long lonely ARDUOUS journey to seek an 
ORACLE
My heart is all a TITTER poor NEOPHYTE seeking
a small miracle.
A FORTUITOUS ASCENDANT at the time of my
birth
Has given me a soul that is filled to the
brim with joyful mirth.
Sometimes I break into SERENDIPITOUS TARANTISM
To quelle my outward BOMBASTIC nature I sing
silently to fill the chasm.
FALLACIOUS hope springs eternal, a whispered
CONNOTATION to not give up, to stay the course
Arises like a mist deep from within me...
my life force.....

This is for the entry into this month's Artsy Contest:

http://journals.aol.com/judithheartsong/newbeginning/entries/1440

 

Just Thinking Things Over

Just thinking things over,shadows playing across my mind
Like a vision from a dream coming silently to me from a far a way time.

I see the characters play their games always scheming trying to win but never winning.
The plots they plan the deceptions they keep
It's enough to make an honest person weep
Can their lies get bigger, bolder yet?
I can almost hear them yell "Get Your Snake OIL right here"
guaranteed to cure!!

Our country our world and the future too
deserves our best nothing less will do
To burn our forests, cut down the trees,
take the breath from the birds and the bees.
Now it seems our frozen north must sacrifice it's
virgin land - the black blood of the land is needed
nothing we say or plead will be heeded.

As much compassion as a human can show will not stem
the tide of the future to come.
Imagine a land where nothing will grow, sunlight burns
through almost till midnight.
The land lies fallow, the worms, the bees are no more
Man had plowed his last field and it's a terrible sight
Heat is intense, the ice caps are melting, the oceans
rise with each moon fall...cities are empty...mountains
are crowded.

Mother earth does fight back, hurricanes, tidal waves 
and earthquakes shows her fury...for our treatment of
her I would not want her to be judge and jury.
I fear for the future the little ones yet to be
See the shadows across my mind wishing that we all
might be yet saved.....wondering what will be?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Earth Day

Green, so softly green does my garden grow
Dew drops in the morning mist appear to shimmer
captured exquisitely on a spider's spun web
Prisms of light dance in the sunlight that shows through
Sparkling diamond like across the lush growth as if
painted by glimmer.

Green, so softly green does my garden grow
Little gray green frogs playing hopscotch on
the fallen tree limbs
A baby Opposum has lost it's way...seeking
safe haven in my green heaven
Creatures big and small are drawn into my
little world of green only on a whim
Little green Lizards lie lazily in the sun's heat
As a little feral black cat tries to play cat and mouse
almost by my feet.

My friend the Peacock suddenly strolls by
causing the little cat to jump and fly
A Bluebird lands on a hanging basket, looking
for worms it seems.
Butterflies flit in and out - my little green haven
with life just teems.

I sit in meditation surrounded by nature's glorious beauty
Relaxed, refreshed beyond all imaginings....
Thank you Mother Earth.

 

 

 

 

 

Cowboy Poetry In Motion

Ode to the "Duke"

Think back to the days of the wild, wild west
Go back in your memory and here comes "The Duke" a man's man, one of the best.
With his swaggering gait he was long cool
drink of water in his day
Making many a lady rue getting in his way.

He started so young, just a boy called Marion
Jumped on a horse,  shooting his Colt 45 and saved the stage coach... bye and bye
along with his sidekick Gabby, which
really wasn't too shabby

Along the way his name was changed
Enter "The Duke" known as John Wayne
It had to be hard to grow up with the name
remember  "That Boy Sue?"
I remember him swaggering down the
only road in a one horse town, holding
his rifle for all to see
He was a man for all seasons, he had a
reason to be.

He was a legend in his own time and
continues to be
His life, love and movies will live on
for all to see.
A man needs a good Western to touch
his inner soul...feel one with the earth
body and all.

 

Sandi.....sort of cowboy poetry...well, it's an ode

 

 

Saying Goodbye Is Not Easy

Saying goodbye is not easy
To not hear his voice or see his
spirited expressions can make
the faithfull queasy

He fought the good fight for many years
Praying for strength from heaven above
To help humanity and allay our fears
He practised what he preached and
tried to bring order to chaos with love.

His was a humble life at the beginning
He met evil headon and saw first hand
the result of war & sinning
He was the gentle Poppa that so many
of  us needed, a light touch to a child's
head.....even his touch the turtle doves heeded.

Saying goodby is not easy......