Dream Garden

I planted a garden

brilliant, colorful   blooms

a veritable  feast  for  the  eyes

Their fragrance was

the  scent

of

Heaven

In the morning I gazed

out my  window

to see

One thousand points of light

As I watched

They burst into flames and consumed

Everything

All that was left

was the wonderful aroma

of incense

wafting up to the Heavens

The Light

Today a light went on for me

I see with perfect clarity

Connections made and love bestowed

On all along my path

I look with love on all I meet

what comes back to me......

Are waves and waves, a warming flood,

A candy store, a potpourri,

A treasure trove

Of all I need...and more

I like to think, in some small way

I passed the light along

today

Domestic Jabberwocky


    No Brillo, and the slimy pans

Did sit and  mumble  in the sink

    All greasy were the dishpan hands

And the stove’s on the blink

    Beware the oven door, my son!

The door that falls, the spring won’t catch

    Beware the Nigel dog and shun

The crummiest fleas that scratch

    She took her vacuum wand in hand

Long time the dirty foe she sought

    So rested she by the TV set

And sat awhile in thought

And as in garbled thought she sat

The Lawnmower Man with eyes of flame

Came trudging through the messy flat

And grumbled as he came

Squaw work ! Squaw work! And through and through

The angry  man the broom did swing

He left it now and took a bow

And went badmintoning

And hast thou cleaned the kitchen floor?

Come to my arms, my chickadee

   OH wondrous day, Hurrah, hurray

He chortled in his glee

E.V. Birdsong

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I Am writing

I  am writing, hear me laugh

    Would you like my autograph?

‘Cause I’m writing, and I’m finally on my way

    I can write my Auto-Bi, in the twinkling of an eye

And I’ve really got an awful lot to say

I’ll write poetry and prose

    And sing praises to the rose

And write essays on the topics of the day

    Yes, I can write, but I want to get it right

And I care too much to plagiarize my friends

    Yes, I can rhyme, but I’ve got to give it time

And I know that I will get it in the end

    I’ll write tales like Clement Moore and biographies galore

‘Cause I’ve started and I just can’t seem to stop

    I’ll write sonnets to the moon and the usage of the spoon

If I don’t , I feel my brain is gonna pop

    Yes, I’ve let the monster out

And there isn’t any doubt

    That it’s here to stay, and that’s alright with me

‘Cause the way to get things done is to let the motor run

    Till the chains are gone and thoughts are running free

Yes, I am here and you’ll have to lend an ear

    ‘Cause I’m here to stay and I have just begun

I may be wrong, but I won’t be wrong for long

And I will not stop until the prize is won…

I am here !

I’m not invisible!

I   am   writing!

E.V. Birdsong