Summer and flip flops
Ankle brackets and lemonade
Walk around the block
With tie dyes we made .
Summer was forever
Days last all night and
Storms came quickly
Soon out of sight
Summer and flips flops
always something sweet
Summer and flip flops
the sand at our feet.
I think I see
A coke and smile
I will walk
a million miles
just for a coke,
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My DNA is from the Scots
Legacy of 6 generations of women sit on the piano.
The music from the isles of Scotland
plays in my veins, carrying the rhythm of the past.
Giving me the song of promise.
Let me dance with echo’s, let me sing with voices.
Reminding me to not let them down.
They cried, they laughed, and they lived in hope.
It is in that hope they bore the tides of their wombs.
Rushing onto the promises of tomorrow,
the slipping sands grip into the current of time.
I share the apron of hope to the beauty left behind.
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|Lemonade, Lemonade 5 cents no more…|
Come to the stand you just can’t ignore.
Glasses of flowers and paper ‘throw away’,
come to the lemonade stand today.
Off in the distance the summer grump lurked,
he was searching for a little girl to hurt.
He went through the streets and happened upon
a lemonade stand that did not belong
After all, this little blonde, six year old tot
a permit to sell, she neglected and had not.
I will turn her in and stop all this fun,
she will soon be scared and on the run
So he went to the court house and mayor and such
to sign all the papers he wanted so much.
He’d stop this child with her lemonade stand,
he would be the happiest grump in the land.
They will compound her boxes with written signs
of “5 cents for lemonade, with even the rind”…
He would take care of her wishes of money for school,
and keep her from learning the golden rule.
|He would make sure she cried and take all her dreams,|
so the grump would sleep better with all of his schemes.
When he was finished, he stayed lingering with a smile,
after all, they would tear it down in a while
So as he waited in the heat of the day
something funny was happening, going her way.
The people that were there to tear down her stand,
were buying the lemonade, hand over hand.
Instead of the five cents she so humbly had charged,
they were giving her dollars and in grand assuage.
There is something wrong, he pondered and looked,
for the people drinking lemonade all were now hooked.
He saw the girl smile as she took their money,
the people were sharing and calling ‘him’ funny
for having lost the spirit of the child deep inside;
he grumbled and held back his tear, as he cried.
Poor Mr. Grumps left beaten that day
and thirsty without a fresh squeezed lemonade.
The story of Mr. Grump, left to remind
with a child’s heart it is better to be kind!
A Still Place
In the distance
A early morning howl
Waking the crickets
As the full moons hides
Yard dog starts to bark
A silhouette in the clouds
A dinosaur chases a wolf
A storm ushers a day
Of spring …
I woke wondering
What should I do
I poured my coffee
And tied my shoes
I guess I will run
That is who I am
The beauty of the sunrise
My day begins again
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The Sea and Me
I know that if God decided to return me back to earth to be
he would decide to return me back within the sea.
There where life is motion, smell, wind and air
then among the seashells you will find me there.
I will be mystery of change within the sand;
you will hear me as the water reaches the land.
Across the waves haunting seagulls will sing
The symphony of sounds I will bring.
Safely on the grass, spotted on the beach,
you will see my human steps, the lessons they teach.
Teaching although for a moment gone by,
the sounds of the ocean you will hear my sigh.
It is now your turn to capture the essence of you.
to share this essence ; your purpose be true.
Deep within life’s cycle with yesterdays and me,
I see a familiar reflection within the sea.
As it will mirror the beauty of what is left to say,
and look no further than your own gifted way.
Leaving behind with you the love that is divine,
this love that will transcend beyond the shore of time.
“Sharing Poetic Expressions, Beauty, Sublime and Mysticism in Occidental Culture”
Chapter: Tuning Forks of the Soul, Christine McNeill-Matteson
copyrighted: ISBN 978-94-007-0759-7
Springer Dordrecht Heidelburg London New York
Sharing Poetic Expressions; Anna-Teresa Tymieniecka
I Will Still Take Your Hand
You are the spring in my life.
Your words strong and bonding.
Gentle into the falling rain.
Soft sun strengthens the tulips
but just for a season in passing
they draw near to the heavens
knowing they are for a moment.
Love springs eternal
“I will still take your hand.”
CMM. copyrighted 2023