SENSE AND NONSENSE

  • THE LUSTY MONTH OF MAY (silly poem # 58)

    THE LUSTY MONTH OF MAY (silly poem # 58)

    The Lusty Month of May ‘Twas in the lusty month of May When green buds they were swellin’ We planted seeds in a garden box Outside of where we’re dwellin’. We sowed some turnips, onions, peas, Some carrots, cabbage, greenery, And flowers with their colours bold To brighten up the scenery. Imagine our surprise when…

  • THE MAGIC OF THE SEASON by Bruce Ray (2014)

    I love this hymn-poem that my son wrote a few Christmases ago. The pastor at his church wants to set some of Bruce’s hymn-poems to music. The Magic of the Season How we remember a babe Who was born for freedom To set us free from our cages In the magic of the season Even…

  • A FLOCK OF GEESE (silly poem #57)

    A Flock of Geese Yesterday I saw a flock of Canada geese, Hovering over the ice-packed, snow-frosted lake, A few had stopped to investigate. They huddled below, On the wind-sculpted snow Commenting ’bout their fate The flock circled above in travel formation While the landed birds debated. “Should we wait for Spring To do our…

  • A POEM ABOUT FEBRUARY AND/OR MARCH (Silly poem #56)

    A POEM ABOUT FEBRUARY AND/OR MARCH (Silly poem #56)

    A POEM ABOUT FEBRUARY AND/OR MARCH Wishy, washy, wintry weather, Creative thoughts I cannot gather, As I don boots of fur-lined leather, Barefoot on a beach I’d rather! Down the road I shhlop and slither, Then fall upon my ass and quiver, Hungry crows are in a dither If I am dead they want a…

  • A GREYHOUND BUS TRIP AT NIGHT (silly poem # 55)

    A GREYHOUND BUS TRIP AT NIGHT My back aches and my knees quake If only I was shorter or thinner. We cannot sleep on the bus Some grey-haired ladies are telling stories Interesting stories about magpies picking at the eyes of pigs and chickens A baby cries A young mother moves up front It is…

  • My Inner Eye

    My Inner Eye My inner eye is like a camera It has to be focused Sometimes manually Sometimes it just clicks in automatically My inner eye enables me to peer into my own soul My super-conscious mind My higher self Its telescopic lens zooms past useless particles of pride and guilt and anxiety It zeros…

  • THE CROCODILE (silly poem #54)

    The Crocodile I’ve never met a crocodile Who wasn’t smiling all the while A sense of humour I am feeling In crocodiles, is unappealing.

  • THE CONVERSATION I NEVER HAD BUT WISHED FOR..(Mom died in 1985)

    THE CONVERSATION I NEVER HAD BUT WISHED FOR..(Mom died in 1985)

    THE CONVERSATION I NEVER HAD… “Mom, I know you’re no longer on this earthly plane, But at times I’ve felt you challenge me again. Coincidences can’t explain what has transpired: The knowledge hidden for so long that I acquired? “Were you happy when your sister met her brother? She’d been all alone- now there were…

  • SUMMER MOOD-SWINGS (silly poem #53)

    SUMMER MOOD-SWINGS Joyous, blissful, carefree hours Gentle breezes, quiet showers Rivers tiding Trout abiding Fragrant flowers Bicycle riding. Followed by: Steaming, burning, blazing heat Weather that arrives replete With snakes and mites And insect bites Athlete’s feet And cabbage blight Waves that riffle rubber boat While you indolently float Upon a lake And then sun…

  • LAZARUS JEWEL BOX (silly poem #52)

    “Lazarus Jewel Box” is the name of a type of clam shell. Today’s prompt inspired me to write about the loss of a few items from an earlier time. I once had a shiny grey jewelry box It was filigreed all over With a windmill on top My dad was from Holland So that may…