Invent a holiday! Explain how and why everyone should celebrate.
Holiday cheer
The holiday's
Near, ya hear?
Celebrate with
Corks a-poppin'
Merriment and
Lots of hopping
Life is for the
Celebrant. Life
Is what we hail.
And a life fit and
Hale is hearty.
A heartfelt life.
One to cheer
And say hear-
Hear. Cheers
To that. To life.
How much would you pay to go to the moon?
Is it worth a penny, as it might be
For your thoughts, or millions as
In "it is out of reach and far away?"
Your thoughts are very lofty if you
Are focused on the moon. For some
Of us just navigating the earth is
Challenge enough, and that doesn't
Require packing for the unfamiliar
Atmosphere of a distant delicate
Moon, cold and yet still romantic.
Our moon is symbolic of all things
Love and loving. Lovers meet below
A blue moon or celebrate a yellow
One. Its phases are phrases of awe
And praise. Full moon or crescent
Where will you land? Will you go?
Head in the clouds.
Head for the clouds.
The sensation like flying,
Feet on the ground. I've
Said it before, I'll say it
Again, clouds captivate
Me, draw me to dream.
Imagining life up there
In the filament, a web
So real yet nebulous.
Head in the clouds
Where dreamers dream
What are you most proud of in your life?
When I peek back, through some poems
I have listed, the skill -of some of them-
Pleases and surprises. I hope for this kind
Of success. I look for the kind of skill I find
In these. I am proud to have achieved it.
When I look back to see everything fit,
I feel accomplished. I experience pride.
Pride of authorship. Proud. Satisfied.
I wrote this. And that. With skill so I know
I have succeeded. I wrote it and it's good.
Interesting intuitive intriguing
Riveting revelatory restorative
Marvelous mystifying magical
Ambiguous ambitious aspiring
Inspiring revolutionary divine
You may not be as enthralled
In these heavenly aureola as I.
Convergence at a distance confuses
The mind's eye, maybe even the eye
Plain and simple, although there is
Nothing simple [or plain] about it,
The eye is complex and complicated.
The bridges converging to the north
Merge and blend running at parallel
Tracks and turns, the shapes and the
Angles unique, distinctly different,
Each going its own way, whichever
Road it follows in a swoop or a semi
Circle, straight or narrow, there's a
Twist too, but you are too far away
And the converging roads confuse
What’s the trait you value most about yourself?
Am I happy with myself?
Do I benefit from the doubt?
Is there a doubt? What is
The benefit? Splitting the
Difference: What difference
Will it make? Curious, isn't
It? I am happiest, no doubt,
When my curiosity piques.
Which topics would you like to be more informed about?
I want to know it all, but who Has the time to be that wise or All-knowing. It may take effort I can't expend; find too hard to Do. I like sharing short bits of Esoteric information I release Off a short leash to a surprised Audience or one that's prepared Perhaps better than I and with A deeper understanding. Whys And wherefores escape me as I navigate a wealth of knowledge I don't truly own or possess, but Just skirt around and touch upon.
Share a lesson you wish you had learned earlier in life.
Lessons deferred from life's great
Smorgasbord of thought, we feast
Off a table of ideas and philosophy,
Wondering what it is we should know.
Knowing what I know now that I did
Not know then. So hard to distinguish
Lessons learned from those deferred.
Wish I knew which is which, what is
What. Lesson learned. Is it too late?
What are your favorite types of foods?
Spaghetti, (give a little bow), meet sauce.
Sauce softens the passage and makes a path
Smoother. Pasta craves its sauce for flavor,
I guess I do, too. Meat sauce or just olive oil or
Butter and cheese. Spaghetti, meet sauce.
Tamara, really