Oceans of plastic
Floating bobbing blobs and bits
Oceans of plastic
Oceans of plastic
Floating bobbing blobs and bits
Hypnotic winds off summer waves,
Cool the tar paved roads.
Unforgiving sun enslaves our day,
Until the moon escapes.
Beautiful leaves from autumn trees,
Brings one thing left in mind.
When picking out a color scheme,
God was more than kind.
Darkness hath a way with snow,
Spritzing it with light.
Crunching down our feet touch ground,
Amidst the silent night.
Raindrops fall a hopeful song,
Shedding new from old.
Sacred light illuminates,
God sprinkles rays of gold.
I have no voice.
I speak in quiet whispers,
I have been traumatized.
My cry is unheard.
Spring enters, with daffodils heralding
Easter lilies, proud and strong.
Summer comes with warmth and peaches,
Lazy days of swimming and straw hats,
And country streams that flow along.
Many years ago, I rescued a little white dog and he turned out to be the best friend I ever had. He lived for 17 years; his only bad habit was toilet paper. When I would come home from work, I would find that the toilet paper had moved all around my apartment, pulled by this half-pint little dog, and I would have to clean it up!
I have a little dog who loves paper by the roll!
And when he starts to play, they go down the toilet bowl.
His bark really is far worse than his bite,
but if you give him trouble, he's ready for a fight!
The next BAYarts Storytellers Series hosts Cleveland poet Susan Grimm. The session, which will take place on Saturday, June 3, at 10:30 a.m., will incorporate a reading of her own poetry along with time for questions. This is free event will take place in the Fuller House on the BAYarts campus, 28795 Lake Road.
Susan Grimm is the author of "Almost Home," "Lake Erie Blue" and "Roughed Up by the Sun’s Mothering Tongue." Her work has appeared in Blackbird, The Journal, The Cortland Review, Seneca Review and Tar River Poetry.
We walk the world, alone
Afraid, wanting someone
Or something to fill
But the emptiness persists.
We grab, we cling in
An attempt to
As I push against the brick and mortar,
Nothing moves. Its thickness
Was created to withstand any
Man’s attempt to enter.
My fists are battered and bruised
From the constant beating.
I claw, maul, nothing moves.
The fortress before me
Will never weaken.
Two poems in anticipation of her first concert, the Paul McCartney show this August at The Q.
Sir James Paul McCartney’s Musical Life of Fame
There is a famous Beatle and, no, I don’t mean the bug,
His name is Paul McCartney, and I’d love to give him a hug.
His voice is soft and loud all at once, and it matches his electric guitar,
His music is so fabulous, which makes him a famous rockstar!
The Beatles are my favorite band,
And I still think they were the most talented in the land.
Gliding though the air,
Tree to tree so gracefully,
The sugar glider.
Oh how beautiful.
The blue jay soars though the sky.
Then returns home again.
Lemonade, oh, lemonade!
Oh, how I love lemonade!
If when it rained, it rained lemonade
I'd go out with a jar for jam;
And when it stormed,
I'd bring out the old sauce pan.
If a pond was filled with lemonade,
I'd bring a pail four feet tall;
And if the salty ocean were lemonade,
I wouldn't bring anything at all!
When I was a child
I drank cool lemonade on a very hot day
Saw children laughing hard at play
Loved cats and dogs – birds and bees
Jack-o-lanterns and burning leaves
Smelled the scent of new spring flowers
And fresh air after April showers
Liked snow on my lashes, wind in my hair
Fluffy clouds high up in the air
Now the sounds are muted
The eyes clouded over
The sense of smell diminished by age
And acid reflux rules the day
Yet childhood memories will never fade away
The lily is a very pretty, white flower. Its petals emit a gentle fragrance. The strong, white petals are like a mother’s arms holding a sleeping child. A mother’s love is strong and forever. When you get elderly, the lily may be the last flower you smell. The sweet odor will follow you into eternity.
The Irish are glad because a flower is bright yellow on top of a green stem. The yellow flower is like the sun shining and the strong green stem is like the powerful resolve of the Irish spirit. It may bend, but never break, no matter what happens.
A beautiful broach with a teardrop attached at the bottom,
But it's not a teardrop.
It’s a love drop coming right from my heart,
Sweet, gentle, and loving.
As smooth as your sweet touch,
Showing your warmth of spirit, my dear.
Stars, shining messengers of
Light, harbingers of safety
This cold, cold, night.
Allowing the Magi
So long ago a
Leading their way
To a humble stable
And a child so divine.
(a true story)
Toby was our black miniature poodle,
Tabby was our cat.
From day one animosity was ripe,
Though it never spilled over into a fight.
Tabby was our only pet for quite awhile;
Toby was given to us, fully grown, by a friend.
Both our pets really made us smile,
But neither one an inch would bend.
It's summer! Long, lazy days
Gathering with family, friends and
Neighbors after the long winter and
Chilly winds of spring.
Grilling burgers, the flavor of
Barbeque lingers, hot and spicy
With salads and fixings
And oh that watermelon.
Swimming, pool parties, cruising
The lake in the new boat.
Savoring spectacular sunsets,
Chasing fireflies, watching the stars
Shining in the night sky.
Fireworks, Bay Days, crowds,
Children, laughter, togetherness.
Dancing in the park
After dark, young and old
Together. Making memories.
Spring lives inside my snow globe
With its delicate blossoms, a
Tiny stream painted blue and
Little animals sitting quietly in
The artificial grass.
I go to my shelf
Wanting the feeling
Of spring as the storm
Outside rages, and hail pellets
Pummel my windows.
It was just barely over a year ago,
When my true love came to me,
And said, "This relationship stinks, you know,
So I demand that you set me free."
The revelation sent me to depths quite low,
My tearful reply: "I see."
Not willing to give up so quickly was I,
Stubbornness – a big part of me.
Though adamant on her part in saying, "Good-bye,"
I would somehow get her to see.
Then convince her to give us just one more try,
And she would then be mine, hopefully.
My stories about Daddy and me
Make Daddy out to be
An oaf, but that's not true.
He was smart and had common sense too.
Daddy was 38 when I was born.
I was his only child.
He worked his way to become assistant fire chief
Of a large Cleveland suburb, which he did admirably.
'Twas the night before Kittymas
When all through the house
Not an creature was stirring,
Not even the mouse.
The kitties were snuggled
And snuggly in their beds,
While visions of homemade cat treats
Danced in their heads.
Many church Sunday schools
Have Christmas programs every year.
Family members gathered to see
Their pride and joy perform fearlessly.
When I was five my kindergarten class
Did the carol "Away in a Manger."
I was chosen to sing the song.
The other kids had motions to go along.
Thanksgiving arrives so quickly it seems,
then again, it's family tradition.
We kick back and watch some NFL teams,
Well – for me – that's the primary mission.
To visit those we haven't seen all year,
renders this day a special occasion.
Barely noon – Uncle Joe's on his eighth beer,
and on the verge of inebriation.
But good Joe's not the only one impaired,
lest we forget, there's my Great Aunt Mary.
None of the booze in the house shall be spared,
Seems she's located the cooking sherry.
Be patient, my friend, for
You do not understand
I'm lonely, afraid and
Need a helping hand.
Even though we are
Different and often
Disagree, can we live
Here together in peace
I am too thin, too tall,
Too quiet, too loud.
I limp, I'm clumsy and
Fearful of crowds.
I am not perfect, but this
I know, we're both
God's children and so
Please respect my humanity.
Autumn brings chilly winds,
Falling leaves, rainy days
Occasionally, fall days are
Glorious with bursts of color,
Bonfires, homecomings and
Long walks in the woods.
Although not my favorite season
I do look forward to it
Each season its own merit,
Giving us its days
To enjoy and create memories
Which help sustain us
During the years
My Daddy took me to the park
In the park was a kiddie pool
Daddy brought my bathing suit
He also brought a towel along
He thought he was well prepared
But you shall see how well he fared.
Maybe they are sometimes hairy
And sometimes can look sort of scary.
They do have lots of wrinkles
When they smile the wrinkles crinkle.
I'm sorry to tell you that we are sappy
And what's more can look quite happy.
Hovering by the blossom
across the pond
Like stepping stones
As they wed
to new names
THEY SAY ... "Meet the Press" is the longest-running TV show in American history. It started in 1947.
THEY SAY ... That President James Garfield could simultaneously write in Latin with one hand and Greek with the other!
THEY SAY ... The hummingbird is the only bird that can fly backwards and sideways.
THEY SAY ... The term "Here's mud in your eye" is an allusion to a horse race. The losing rider is very likely to get mud in his eye from the horse that is winning.
Westlake resident Amie Volle wrote this in 1993 at age 15, just before she was badly injured in an accident. She volunteers at the Knickerbocker two times a week, and the residents look forward to her visits. Many of the poem's themes are still relevant 20 years later.
Imagine that the air was clean,
the water fresh,
the grass so green.
Imagine that school was fun,
work was easy,
our job was done.
Imagine that there was peace,
a world without drugs,
the war would cease.
They Say... Robert Wadlow of Illinois was the world's tallest man at 8 feet, 11 inches. He died in 1940 at age 22.
They Say... That they have a road called "Tater Peeler" in Lebanon, Tenn.
They Say... The ant has the largest brain in proportion to its size.
Goodbye winter! (Please go already)
Want to feel upbeat, let's anticipate the early spring flowers and blooms.
As you drive by a river or a lake, look for a Weeping Willow near the water. It's one of the earliest trees to bloom. The small leaves look almost like a green haze on its dropping branches.
Where are the leaves?
Where are the flowers?
Where's the green grass
And soft April showers?
Either winter stayed too long,
Or else I came too soon.
Next year I'll by pass April
And not fly north 'til June.
I looked into the closet,
I looked underneath the chair.
I looked behind the stair,
I can't find him ANYwhere!
Elden, did you hide him?
Because you thought he was a toy?
But no, baby Elden just grew up
Into a happy little boy!
Put lipstick on a pig: A term used to describe a weak attempt to deceive people by trying to make an ugly person or thing appear attractive.
Rub salt into the wound: To increase someone's pain or shame. It came from the custom of errant sailors who were flogged on the bare back, and afterward salt was rubbed into the wounds.
Blind alley: A gate or opening in a wall at one time was called an "eye." So an alley with no opening at the end was called "blind."
They say: In Houston, Texas, they have an intersection of Clinton and Fidelity streets.
They say: That teenage girls who wore socks "bobbed" to half length became know as "Bobby Sockers."
The following are the ingredients for a good life.
As you know your tastes best, some will take a full measure, others a tablespoon, teaspoon or perhaps as little as a dash, pinch or hint.
List of ingredients: Caring, Fortitude, Optimism, Humor, Empathy, Courage, Resolve, Trust, Patience, Love, Giving, Friendship, Fidelity, Compassion.
Whisk them all together for a recipe that will last you a life time. Bon Appetit!
On skid row: It means the rather grimy quarter of the city. The expression comes from the Seattle timber industry. A "skid row" was a row of logs down which other felled timber was slid or skidded. It became slang for an area that the lumberjacks would seek brothels and liquor.
A-1: This was started as a Marine insurance term. The ships were graded by letter; the cargo by number. "A" meant the ship itself was perfect; "1" that the cargo was likewise perfect.
Pleased as punch: Comes from puppet show Punch and Judy. Punch had a lot to be pleased about; his quick wit was triumphant even over the devil.
They say ... He was a premature baby. He was born before his parents were married.
They say ... He's studying to be a trapeze artist so he can catch her in the act.
They say ... He is a dry talker who is usually all wet.
They say ... The only exercise she gets is running up bills and jumping to conclusions.