A muddy mess?

Funny!? Maybe? Of Course!

 

Funny?-5%! Sorrow-sad! 95%!

 

I heard the slapping wet of feet padding cold rain-soaked

ground against a child’s laughter at the exciting adventure-

wild dancing between the huge water drops; then, a deafening

silence in suspend animation through a void in the cacophony

as the urchin hydro-planed slipping on the wet surface to

become reluctantly “airborne” landing un-ceremoniously face

first in a colossal spray of liquid mud resulting a brown snowman.

 

95% Funny to me; only 5% to the victim!

100% Sorrow-sad to the victim; to me, too!

 

With a kind word, encouragement, a genuine smile and

a congratulatory 10-finger score salute for performance,

I produced soap, water, a towel and clean, dry clothes and

a helping hand restoring dignity where none remained save

that super-extraordinary feat of acrobatic acumen achieved.

 

Let me enjoy Humor! Absent any other’s expense!

Allow that I be Honest! In fair judgment-assessment!

Offer me courage-show Humble!-kind considerations!

 

I cannot change the history; I might persuade it fun-tolerable.

 

Amen!



"Your" choice! I triple-dog-dare you!

 

Mundane!? Mais! Non!

 

 

Choice dictates the “human-condition” to habit.

Happily we complete our space in circumstance-

learned habitual behavior, for better, or worse.

 

Bored people are Boring specimens. Amen!

Confess my transgress: A hopeless Romantic-Dreamer!

One, Pray I, of creative imagination. Guilty! And, Proud!

I am “good” at being a bum; I make a diligent practice of it.

 

That earnest search for elusive: Cool!  Perhaps: Lamented-Lost!

 

Oh! But, just to do What my heart desires; to perform the Who?

What? When? Where? How? And, Yes! Even, the Why? Of it.

Upon my terms of engagement! My time! In my space of Life-Love!

 

If confession be good for a sin-stained soul? Then, Yes! Guilty-True!

 

Sun-filled childhood times riding the range with The Lone Ranger

and flying high with Superman for Truth! Justice! The American Way!

(In fairness, I did warn you of my “Romantic Dreamer” penchant.)

 

During a business-career, of sorts, perhaps? I managed to Live that fleeting

experience of life-space fully, un-ashamed, and, yes, irresponsible, to many.

Arriving at my cherished clubhouse on a Tuesday morn to check the trotline set the

previous dusk, being careful not to soil my “uniform” work-suit, the grounds were

strangely quiet, sad-like, absent fisher-buddy dad and kid brother with mom in

vacant attendance of the bar-b-que as on the week-end perfect family-jaunts.

The event lacking nirvana, perhaps, but plenty good enough encouragement for a

rebel, rascal, rogue such as confessed I, playing  “hooky” once more from “work”! Yea!

 

“Irreverent” and “Un-sophisticated”? Of course! Guilty!

No myriad techno guru gadgets for phone, a hundred channels with nothing worthwhile

to view, no GPS (I’m glad they don’t know where I might be); Mundane Boring Habit!

 

Please! No! Thank you! Kindly! But, No! Thank God! For Freedom-Cool!

 

I have licked the honey-sugar coated “Candy”-sweet stick of Life-Love! Yum! Yum!

 

No wind so sweet as that which blows between the refined ears of noble beast!

 

Faith! Family! Freedom! Might just be all there really---Is!

In one eternal instant the only mercy-blessing will be…His!

Amen!



"Tom-boy"

Stealth!

 

Granddad sat on the back porch swing watching the drama unfold:

 

Busy in the Master’s flower bed consciously focused on its

destiny prescribed by nature at birth, the innocence flittered

back and forth among the fragrant honey sugar-sweet Nectar!

 

A clumsy stalking approach by a shadowy, smallish figurine

who errantly considered the pursuit clandestinely-secret and

well-executed, did not escape the laborer’s alert attentions.

 

Emerald green manicured paths among the verdant color palette

served as an attractive beacon of its very own precise merit; but,

that iridescent collage diligent among the rainbow-flavored blooms

tempted and cajoled bright eyes to spy upon such celestial scene.

 

Slipping from behind yon purple lilac to secret herself in camouflage

in shadow of its cousin-white, also in fragrant-beauty full bloom, she

believed to be concealed encouraging the advance upon yon color-mound.

 

Variegated tall yellow-green in mottled-pleasance bush-grass became the

stalker screening-secret next hiding nexus-place taking the curious urchin

ever-close to the fluttering exhibit-radiance busy at the color flower-bar.

 

 Just one more carefully timed move, Quick! Behind the wide trunk of

yonder ancient silver maple tree Grandfather has planted as a seed some

fifty-plus eons ago when he, himself, was just a novice gardener-sprout.

 

On bare knees, now, further, on the belly “Ooh! The grass is cool!” to

slither serpent-like keeping low behind the roses red, yellow, white

with fragrance assaulting tiny nostrils fantasizing Granny’s pie dessert.

 

Almost there! Careful, now. Slowly move the “weapon” up so a focused-

eye might catch the instant scene-of-beauty supreme upon the garden pure

symmetrical-patterned wings spread wide in embrace of sweet “honey”-kiss.

 

“Click!” whispered the camera concealed wraith-like within the twisted-gnarly

maze of stems and reeds to capture bright and true the vista sunlight high noon

stark display of butterfly-upon-yon-rose by Granddad’s precious little girl-delight.

 

“Thank Thee!” For each and every perfect nature beauty-gift in Life-Love!

Amen!

Sunday!

 

"Let the Sun shine..."

 

 

It's Sunday! Brothers and Sisters! Celebrate!

 

Thank You! Lord! I absolutely Love! this life!

 

I pray for each of you; please---reciprocate!

 

Amen!

Pocket jingle

 

 

Seems? To matter!?

 

 

Always a comfort to feel the weight of silver coins or

government faux green-issue in the pocket. For sure!

Most spend a lifetime in the vacant, for all, pursuit.

 

For, in the end, what weight does any of it matter?

A simple way, perhaps to keep score. To what end?

 

But, today---is...Saturday! Alleluia!

 

I shall prize my riches, this day, like any other dawn-blessing.

Worthy interests like:
 

Snow---If I be lucky---and...blessed!

A fragrant blossom flower to please the nose.

Wild geese north bound in an askew "V".

Spring's early first flower beauty fragile-tiny.

A hinted-taste of coming March wind-cool.

Greening grass portending emerald-gem yards.

Material silver and gold material "worth" sought; perhaps?

Love! Life-blood of sin-stained soul yet free spirit soars---Free!
 

Worthy! 7-perfect sparkle-gems in me crown "gold"- glow!

 

And, so? Enough for Humble! Honest! Humor! Simple---me.

 

Amen!

 



You do understand? Right? Absolutely!

 

What did he done say?

 

Listen up, chil'en! This gonna go---Quick-like! Hea?

 

When the cow lick tipped the hot iron dat flattend ole

Mr. "Wat's-is-name", Well! Now! Da fats done in da far!

 

Made herselv a carpet-bag plum full a green jungle coin.

Done hit dat long-shot! Yes Sir-ee! Umm! Hmm! Alright!

 

Now, da "chosen" one da gurus done picked run afowl

some lame-duck (or---goose?) and all da while dey wonder

why one side be longer in da "V"? I knows! Does ya?

 

Ever-ting be Oh! So!---Simple! In da humble mind-your biz!

 

One side be long-a for da simple fact:

Cause dat side got mo birds in it! Easy!

 

So? Den comes a man in armor shinin bright

like yeller on the fragant rose de-lite. Yes! Sir!

 

But, I believe, da doctor-man done got dem answers in is bag!

 

An, da pilgrums don despise dose "celebrity-elites";

but, dey so dumb dey tink da pilgums ignorant! Dey does!

 

An, in da en, dose good guys win dat hole dam victory.

Yes! Sir! Indeed-y! Again---easy...See!? I does!

Shore 'nough! Ye do understand; ye does! I knows it to be true!

 

Amen!

Life-Love!

 

Focused Sanity

 

 

All I have to do is picture your face in my mind.

Beauty! Tranquility! Spirit! Peace! Love!

 

Even when we are physically a far distance apart,

Love! transcends a vacant time and lonely space;

in my thoughts, soul, spirit, mind and tender heart.

 

'Tis the month of Valentine heart-Love!

Two hearts long-joined---Forever more!

Each dawn bequeaths emotion-devotion

upon yon soft wind to always---my Love!

 

For: Thee!  Amen!