Slapstick Comedy
As one funny person
to another
Have you ever noticed
how much like a slapstick comedy
life can be?
Just step back a notch
and observe…
Wow! Now that’s comedy!
As one funny person
to another
Have you ever noticed
how much like a slapstick comedy
life can be?
Just step back a notch
and observe…
Wow! Now that’s comedy!
The path to joy
is paved with surrender
It is a short path
Meanwhile, a flower
in the garden
doesn’t always recognize
it’s own beauty…
Little squirrel
was movin’ slow
It was winter
don’tcha know?
Mornin’ sun
called out to him
Look, look squirrel
a new day closer to Spring!
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Happy Imbolc!
There is a wishing well
in my sacred garden
that hidden place
where only I tarry
It’s near the swing
in the glen
near the tinkling voice
of the brook
Sometimes, I forget to toss in
trinkets of value
and wishes brightly
And, yet, when I do
life’s magic prevails
all mumbly was my memory
with sparkly spots
here and there
‘til in dream awoke
bright and shiny
warm and pleasant summer day
and you and I
with childish hearts
hunkered down
on plastic ride toys
and raced on giggles
‘til falling over with glee