by Laurie Lyle
Try to make the most of the time we have,
We want the brightest light so we light the candle’s wick at both end and watch until they meet
MORNING STAR
How beautiful is the morning star
Streaming radiant beam of golden light
Piercing darkness of the night
My sweetest hour bringing light so bright
Oh, lovely day my favorite time
I’ll never leave you even if you bet me just for a dime
From the depths I hear resounding call
Fleeting, echoing soundless waves
I place my back against a wall
A mighty fortress big and tall
Elated now as the dawn does fall
For happiness and peace I make my call
Light springs of water cools anxious heart
Singing words of praises, join in, take part
It is a new day, this is just the start
And the songs, hymns, and chorales
Caress excited, pulsating eager hearts
As I weave starlight into patterns
Fascinating, interesting, awe-inspiring
Work of the most amazing, unbelievable art
SITTING IN THE PARK
Sitting in the park watching the ducks swans and storks
Remembering daydreaming about the times we had in the car whilst parked
All those nights when the rain was falling and it was oh so dark
We listened to the lamentation of the blustery weather
The pattering of the rain in the inky blackness of the night
A bond encircled us as we tattooed replicas of our souls
Onto the steamy windscreen in the musky night
There was some fright maybe dread of the dim sinister darkness
Or the beat and patter of the rain playing soft music on the roof and hood
It could be the eerie howling of the fleeing wind giving wings to the night
Our hearts throbbed so in its arduous fight until first light
The wetness of the wet rain drained away
The mad swirling howling wind blew itself out
Darkness went hiding somewhere from the harsh white light
Peaceful now ardent hunger of body’s bashful conceit satisfied
Now the day is come and it is oh so bright
Hidden away all through the heated night
Stopping by would sure put you in a plight
A special surprise a wonderful sight
Blissfully tired sore sleepy now from a marathon fight
But gosh it sure was a wonderful night
IT HAPPENED
Something happened today
It happened out there in the bay
It happened when we were at play
It was dreadful so they say
The time was the middle of the day
We hugged each other huddled close
As we swayed to the drumming
Of our fiercely laboring hearts
Our eyes are misty starting to smart
The tears at last they start
Profusely streaming running wild
Bad news is not easy coming all this way it’s over a mile
Shock then numbness as it sinks in and register high
We will remember him all the time all the while
We will fashion a wreath elaborate style
The weather was calm somewhat mild
He drowned while trying to save a child
We will go there on Saturday
Past his casket we will file
To see his good face
Lying there with a smile
Laurie Lyle
RUDOLPH
Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer
He is one wild one who likes to drink beer
A hotheaded one who lives on the edge no care
Dressed in red and white the only colors he wears
A globe trotter but it is good to have him here
Looking like a rag mop he needs to get a shear
Just ambling around hands akimbo no fear
He messed with Ned that’s what they said
And got a beating and a kick in the butt instead
From the fiery explosive one named Ned
Now he is all bandaged and tied up lying in bed
Hardheaded would not listen to anything anybody said
It was heart wrenching the way he bled
Contusions and wounds all over even his head
Cannot work this Christmas can’t pull his sled
And Santa he is mad returning the favor
Chastising and disciplining that one Ned
THE LITTLE DRUMMER BOY
The little drummer boy he lost his drum
Someone took it maybe that old bum
The one Father chased from the convent
There fooling around with the nuns
Now he is so sad not saying a word just mum
Everyone looked at him with so much pity
Thinking he is washed up he is done
Remembering when he played his little drum
More so when Christmas comes
He played it long he played it hard
The rhythms and patterns oh they were sweet
Rat-a-tat rat-a-tat rat-a-tat-tat
He played for him he played for them
He played for the little girl down the street
The children they danced and pranced around
Right there where they would always meet
When they heard he’d lost his drum
They knelt there on the mat and wept
Then wandered around bewildered saying what?
ABOUT PEOPLE
The thing about people some will never learn to mind their own business
They need to spend more time with themselves charting their way to success
Instead they gossip listen scheme and plot to put others under duress
They are all blessed yet everywhere they go they make a mess
We teach them to clean up and for kind words and encouragement to say yes
To keep their secrets to themselves stay out of things that does not concern them it is best
They must learn these simple things to lead a healthy life without all the stress
Open their hearts do good things for those in genuine need there is fulfillment in kindness
To have peace in the spirit contentment of the soul joy in the heart
Glory and wonder of life a happy feeling to be blessed
They would have gone out of their way to pass a very special test
To be vibrant and successful like the best of the rest
And not join the caravan of ambient transient transplants going nowhere
But traveling west
MY FATHER
It was the day of my graduation from the police academy
My father, family members, and a number of friends and well-wishers attended
After the ceremony it was time for food and drinks
There were dainty waitresses moving among the crowd with this repast
Never have I seen my father in such high spirit; he was normally a sedate person.
He took the waiters of drinks and food from the servers moved among the people
Saying, “Everybody eat and drink. I have been paying for this for a long time.”
The band struck up and started playing. He then did the most astonishing thing.
He got down and he danced. In all my twenty years, I have never seen my father dance.<
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Everyone stood there looking agape!
His actions brought me back in time and all that he did for me
The strength of a son comes from a strong father
His views and the way he sees things comes from his keen foresight
His hard work and dedication comes from the ambitions of his father
His love and respect for women comes from his treatment of Mother
His upright stance comes from the character of his father
His positive outlook and attitude comes from a father who never quits
His success in life comes from a father who never knew how to fail
His support of family comes from a father who always provided
He will always eat because his father taught him to hunt
He learned survival because his father taught him first.
THREE BLIND MICE
Three blind mice in the farmer’s field
What are they doing to his yield?
Eating, eating all his matured rice
All the good things, all that is nice
Whoever told you they are blind these mice?
They were seen sitting around playing dice
They are running around no white cane
No sound no tap-tap-tap
The three little pigs, them too bad
Digging, furrowing, plowing, rooting, cutting
Looking things to build their pad
Dressed with a scarf and a bib the other in a wig
The smallest one in oversized drawers
When will he ever grow up and get fat
No good bacon, no ham, no hocks
The three wise men pondered and contemplated
Their expensive gifts then turned and marched away
We will return them from the place they came
We have changed our minds, some things are too precious to give
Especially if it’s not truly appreciated; life is a game
Hopefully not everyone will think the same
FACEBOOK
They were married love abounded and blissfully happy
Or so he thought the feelings he felt were there in his heart
For ten years he lived in heaven yes he occupied a small part
Then the social networking yes that was where she started
She was a surfer and she surfed high on the breakers
Different URLs in her browser it was there he started to lose her
For she found what she was looking for her old flame
And it smoldered until there was fire in the house
His eyes were smarting too much smoke got into his eyes
After the inferno he was left standing in the ruins of the life he built
He looked around and all he saw was emptiness and he was alone so alone
His heart shrank his temper flared and he wondered how she dared
He waved his fists and started his campaign against Facebook
They are crooks whoever started that web of deception
Have caused me to lose everything I had now it is gone out of my sight
He should have known Facebook is not to be blamed
It is not the website that brought the shame and pain
It is the brain behind the lust-filled eyes that ogled at a screen
If she did not find her old ex she would have left him anyway
It was just a matter of time her commitment was not there
Maybe he was lacking she was not satisfied on a hunting spree no care
FESTIVAL OF LIGHTS
Have you ever seen the festival of twinkling lights?
Playing of spoons on hollow crystal
Translucent singing of the silver springs
A magical start of exploding sights and sound
The magical change of breezes different direction
Nudists running free uninhibited in the relentless wind
The heat is turned up on a cold windy day
Then hearts they come out to play
Polished brass highlights of stainless steel
Incredible specials aerial dances exotic rides
Tender moments in the evening’s snowfall
Then a celebration of voices in the incredible mystery
of night
Sparklers light up a room like reset heirlooms
Sapphire diamonds rubies specials
All you need to get you there
No silly superstition join the parade of wannabes
At the char-grill party get there enhanced
OF DECEIT
She was in college young and ambitious
To her education was oh so precious
She worked and studied hard but got sidetracked
When she gave in to the insistence of a family friend
It was five months later when she found out she was pregnant
She would get kicked out of school her mother would look like a fool
To get married was the only way it would put bandages on the wound
And make things cool then maybe she won’t jump in the pool
He decided to marry her in a simple ceremony and she was grateful
After the wedding the officiating minister gave her an envelope
Containing the marriage certificate she was not happy but appreciative
They were in their honeymoon suite when she opened the envelope
She gasped then said honey they made a mistake I am married to the best man
He broke down and confessed honey I am already married
That was the only thing I could do so you do not look bad
Her eyes went blank as she stared at the ceiling then collapsed to the floor
It was six hours later when little Adrian came into the world prematurely
He was small but he cried his heart out he must have felt the pain of his mother
DRUNKEN SPENDTHRIFT
He was a good husband, but on paydays, he took it too far. He would always go to the casinos then meets his friends at the bar. Every morning they would take him home, someone else driving his car; his wife was concerned, but her talking and scolding did nothing. Frustrated, tired, and fed up, she went to the police for advice. They stated that there was not much they could do to help her. Sergeant Bohemia saw the desperation of this woman. He called her aside and spoke softly; her head bobbed as she listened. It was payday and she got busy. From her laundry room she got starch, from her study she got a jug of red ink, from his toolbox a small soft brush. It happened again; they took him home at five in the morning in a stupor. He promptly went to sleep, rear end sticking in the air, knowing nothing what day it was or what time or year. She promptly got to work pulling his underpants down. The starch, which she had boiled until nice and thick, she deftly painted on his rump, and the red ink she poured liberally on the back of his underpants. Much later he awoke feeling uncomfortable; he reached down, and there was a gooey, sticky, crispy stuff on his fingers. He ran to the bathroom looked at his rear through the mirror; there was blood on his clothes. He called out, “Adina, who took me home last night?” “Oh, it was Freddie, Mackie, and George, dear. Oh, my savior!” He thought, The boys, they fondoodle me. His wife approached him, and he backed into a corner, his hands behind him. “What is it, dear?” “It is all right, Adina, I only wanted to know.” That was the last time he visited a casino or a bar. Adina occasionally looks at him with a mischievous grin. He never notices. She loved him; finally she had the man and the life she wanted.
