The cat fell asleep in my shoe And I don’t know what to do! I really don’t want to shout, But soon I have to go out. If I wait here then maybe She’ll have to go pee Or get something to eat And I can warm my frozen feet.
Awww…she’s so innocent and cute! How can I give her the boot? I’ll just give her the shoe. What else can I do?
BOOM! CLAP! Colors crackle across the sky.
Gunshots fire a brilliant kaleidoscope.
From ancient seats, the steadfast stars shine,
With a glittering wink, new stars hint at hope.
With fire – we remember those who came before.
With magic – we honor their vision and cause.
Electrifying thunder and booming lightning –
Together – force a worried, harried world to pause.
Happy Fourth of July! And a heartfelt thank you to all the men and women who serve our country, as well as the “old stars” who made the American dream possible.
The tide is drawing me in –
In, into the foaming, romping waves,
Into the glittering mystery,
Into the turquoise tease,
Into the music of the mermaids,
Into the golden end of the world.
The tide is always drawing me in.
It never casts me out.
I met her dancing, With pink flowers in her hair, Starry eyes and a silver smile, Whispering wishes into the air. Her bare feet glided above the ground, And with an innocent glance, She inquired if I remembered life When I used to dance.
The children lay awake all night, Listening for the clack of reindeer hooves, Straining for the sight of a jolly old man As he silently steals to the snow-capped roof. When the dawn at last broke into the room, They sprang up like prisoners set free. In a sugarplum rush, they ran down the hall Onto their parents’ bed with squeals of glee. Sleepily, dad stirred under the sheets, Wondering what they let their kids believe. “Children…it’s time you know… The difference between Christmas and Christmas Eve.”
I am the Lord of Bad Manors, Beside the Immaturi Sea, A splendid place without silly rules, Where everyone is free, To do whatever they want, And never give an apology.
We never cover our mouths when we sneeze, Say “thank you,” “you’re welcome,” or “please”. We lick our fingers and have a food fight, At precisely 6 o’clock every weekday night, We burp and brag and hit and holler, Never wash our shirts or tuck our collar, We scratch and sniff and slap and scream, And get away with anything.
There are no rules at Bad Manors, Everyone is as rude as they want to be, Without being bossed by a parent or teacher. It’s wonderful! But strangely, Everyone who is here lives here; No one ever visits me.
God spread out
A woolen blanket
Of dark cold,
Then he took a handful of gems
Crusted with filth,
And like a gambler
Wishing for luck,
He blew His mighty breath on them
And they burst
Of ice blue
And majestic purple
And dazzling gold
And brilliant orange
And scorching red
And He threw them
Across the blanket.
He scattered them
Across the dark expanse
Like a gambler
Tossing his die
Before a crowd of passive faces.
And He named them
For they are His
To give Him glory
And to illuminate this world
Stifled in an oppressive dark
And to mystify us
For all ages
As they silently sing for joy.