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Whoa Horses! 🐎🐎🏇🐎 The herd came again last night Roaring into my slumber Galloping for all their worth Dark night dreams fell asunder The neighed and snorted oh so loud Corralling all my wandering artsy ideas Thought of paintings began to fall   flew away to say “maybe later I’ll see ya ” Oh yes they saddled me with sloth Disturbing, rambunctious and rude Columns of email posts and Facebook Pages that undress me until nude Naked in my defense the stallions Raised their hooves as if to trample me Under piles of words civil and wroth Covered me with ideas, I did plea Please oh ponies, race horses too And cowboy mounts of too much babble Even though my dream I tried to renew Seem to fall, trash to ground, scrabble Scrabble rabballe babble, of me oh my Maybe upon the morning go to my computer And erase, nullify abundant clitter clatter And stop my dreams being any ruder So where do I start my morning In ...

  Blessed 88 th Alma 💕 Oh, Alma dear, sweet sister dear you may no longer live life here but in our hearts and minds we know that up above you, can you hear like a flower blossom filling us with Cheer John, Ruth, Judy and me too found you held the family with loving glue as our father flew away to heaven so blue you were our little mother, I say it so true Not only did Alma comfort Momma dear who was wracked with sorrow and fear to care for us overcome with sorrow so drear She stepped up to keep our hearts clear Oh, Alma you were indeed baby sitter yes it is true, not just our big sister keeping us in line, soothing the pain, a blister Alma changed confusion into love and laughter Oh, I was just the you tyke, a baby boy just beginning to find life playing with a toy you gave us solace, with the hope called joy teaching that life goes on, death cannot destroy And then when I was in 2 nd grade I recall you met this wild crazy guy called Pau...

A Special Special Day Hooray  How Funny, Jim Oinked to say How wonderful it is to fly into your Pig Today For I am working on a piece of children and piglets never quite catching the flight of the happiness I want to shine a light in the eyes of hoglet and the kidlets that porky pie sweet is my green go light and then I read on crazy Facebook It is Your Birthday today! Your angel with the smiling face and the porcine heart brings to me a joyous note of the splendor your art departs you make the farmyard home again the fallow fields we hope to sow in art, and their make wonder grow Happy Birthday you sweet soul I see you so very little in this crazy world in which we live trying to keep in tune our fiddle only sawing and plucking the bow of life and artist friends like you do not diddle maybe doodling a song or two like this one I sing (and play) for you Happy Birthday dear Donna Leonardo could paint you as a Mona Lisa Madonna for the love you bring us all and now that crazy song, ...

  Earth Birth Day 🌎 He imagined dreamlike that life began upon the white mountain tops rain may run down In short winter days, long night the flakes begin to fall floating in gentle fashion or in storm blizzard passion standing still up in the cold piling in slopes to slide then slowly as gentle warm begins swims smoothly down the sides 🦋 in rivulets, streams thundering falls fervent rushes or quiet peaceful flows the waters of heaven come down to feed forest and field feathered flocks and human stocks animals known as wild or herds of bovine & their kin and to the rivers fill reptiles fish and all lovely swimming kings and queens of that wet domain insects that crawl and beautifully fly 🦋 how lovely does such  flowing time  fill ponds lakes and puddles great bays and water mouths to deep oceans, islands for us all even from our mothers do we arrive in wet baths of salty love to know that growing life starts in the blue, Sun,...

  Dribble Doggies 🐶 Oh, that old slobber hound flowing with feeling and sound his life is the fancy tissue box next to the bed, and watching clock with white flags, flowers popping up for another dribble or down, poor pup so Rude it is handkerchief of paper seem to be an essential caper when sneezes come or run right down the nose or mouth slobber clown So with compassion we old ones hope that you’ll see that we are not a dope nor are we slovenly ancient slobs who want to see snot in blobs a, tissue box we thank Kleenex anyway for keeping those dribbles away off our chest, chin or clothes too so much a kind of nasal glue So here I shout out that is the drill for the sake of good will, not ill for this is part of getting older noses and mouths just get much bolder It seems like we almost do regress to that crazy baby childhood mess So to the gods of snot and funny drops we no longer call the nasal shots So be kind to us old folks with...

Wet Tiger Tails of Blue 🐯 Oh how they looked so lovely orange and black, green and blue until you heard that wet bellow as they growled beneath the sea The bay was filled with golden tigers swimming round, round, up and down how many you could not count distracted by that weird water sound their snarls and deep wet growls echoed in sea grass, up from the bottom seemed to cause the fish to dance in a strange fearful paddling as if they were drawn to swim into the tiger’s open jaws those big orange cats with stripes confusing as the rippling tides After supping their padded footprints would quietly spot the sandy shore as they headed off to dark green shade in their jungle vibrant emerald home maybe there they’d take a nap or hunt some bloody meat to kill for dinner time would come soon creatures hiding, fearfully walking by Napping in dreams, breathing snores the orange and lovely cats laid out tails wrapped on their side like a hug or proudly flagged straight out We ju...

  Puck’s Giggle of the Day 👑 The sweet satyr fairy Puck aglow singing of the human romantics below whispered in sweet Queen Titania’s ear about the lover’s fashionable gear He found it quite amusing that the grown adults with belly fat dress like children they were when even before this century did begin Strange bluejeans had knee tears as if they were real working men and they had also as a disguise hair of varied shapes and dyes oh yes engaged in eyebrows nose ears gold and diamond rings I fear and tattoos of weak rude blue everyplace that they could paint it too Puck giggles watching the love man/boy say with passion to his favorite girl toy as she watched her telephone in hand while he was telling her she was so grand Oh, Puck would not wait to see to tell King Oberon his repartee his conclusion of lovers in humanity “ What Fools these Mortals Be” As he laughed so merrily Puck that flying honey bee THE BARD, William indeed did all u...

After a night of memory brought on by reflections from College in 1966  opening a treasure chest of growth & understanding   Jewels Strange how knowledge Like a grain of sand In an oyster turns To a pearl Sometimes so perfectly That humans have cultured dirt To be perfectly round To round the lady’s neck Or hang from her ears Or glisten on a gentleman’s cuffs How perfect an example That even in the wild The growth of our human minds Hearts and what we call souls Begin with a grain, a suspicion You might say That this speck of refuse Inside insight becomes As in the oyster A nugget of knowledge As we grow, as we learn Gather pearls of knowledge To find ourselves, selfless sometimes Sometimes baroque or oddly shaped Uniquely yours and often In a round glowing necklace uni-form As I look back on the jewelry box Of my life I see, patterns That create who is me Some tied me up As I sought to be free Instilled in the shell Of the body that is me . . . ©james m. frase-white ...