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What Did He Fall into Now? 🎄 5:30 AM I heard it crash he’d knocked over the Christmas Tree the sharp breaking noise little balls breaking ornaments rolled across the floor I closed my eyes asking sleep to return and night blot my ears as it dawned into my brain we’d only reached half the year so then the voice inside that mind asked when had that winter day become the birthday of a desert lord Sextus Julius Africanus   ( c.   160 – c. 240 ) the Greek Christian had written that the conception of God’s magically impregnated virgin was on March 1st long ago, so far away nine months later in a land we knew that cold season was not a bit like ours no snow for Santa to land on roofs and reindeer anteloped away for even I knew Saturnalia was where his birthday in time and wonder, wondered what was the year and which Pope made it on St. Nicolas Day I found that Julius the 1 st took the Roman way and another source said Constantine made t...

  🦈 Babble Mouth How he babbles babbles babbles on friends wonder why is surname isn’t Brook for it seemed that even the fastest stream can't keep up with him, fish stuck on a hook yet still sometimes he made you laugh when you and he had time to catch a breath and maybe even let you speak and add a little to his steaming drizzled path He could tell stories that even he probably did not know nor believe but he still would waterfall along without pretext, deliberation to deceive It is as if he continued to talk his fear of loneliness would attack and he would no longer be able to run along his bubbling race track Oh, our Running ceasely talking friend somehow we all still hold you so dear for we know we do not want to shatter  the safe hug of our affection hides his fear Maybe  the terror that holds you back we all know in our brave personal milieu that we do understand you well for we live and share the fright too! ©James M. Frase-White 2 June 2025

Roadrunner Beep 🐦 Beep 🐕 At first I thought it was just my old age but then I realized a fact I could not block the young folks talk at clock breaking speed a flock of jabberwocky jabber jabber-wock She hopped & skipped right over periods we knew it should have been right there she blathered on as if reporting of the news should not pay attention or dare to care For only the words prompted on the script seemed to matter, only that the rain or shine would illuminate our weather report today emotion will be left, for it belongs behind Emphasis is not on the poetry of word that dance that once sang upon our lips like the partner less thing called dance where not as important and arms or hips she shot down a punctuation so she would not break down her stream as if she needed to beat the clock faster so she would not scream Faster faster did it all go, hip terms burst upon our ears, multi-syllabic words seem are out of fashion now oh me oh my ...

“ Oink!” said the Squirrel   🐖 🐷 🐖 Thought he would paint piggies dancing round those kids maybe one or two it has been many many May days but yet those hogs he did not do well he has painted their forms very little detail just some curly tails oh yes the sky radiates above it all and green grass sprouts like rails somehow coming up those stairs he only goes into this room to write he does look in on those little piglets each and every night, that’s right just now he heard a funny scratch sound he must seek to see if it can be seen going to the window, there it goes again a squirrel climbs up the window screen it does not seem to see him at all appears it seeks a door or gate to get maybe into the inner walls looking for entry, wanting not to wait it seems to have its own distraction not a computer escape like I do seems he wants to find the action a sanctuary, or a nut home to hide too and maybe contemplate his pigs that circle in h...

  Grrrr! Rwoof! It had a fierce wild furry head fang teeth razor sharp. lips blood red yet his scared lips seem to smile I do believe it after a little while 🐕 It did not growl or bark did not seem to want to bite so I smiled back at that face its eyes seem to fill with delight from its throat came a sound a little rumble I swear I heard seemed to accompany a smile somehow like a singing bird the shine beaming from that face had me reaching out as if to pet it bowed its head with grace it seemed indeed a soundless answer I did get And bless his fuzzy dirty fur coat I took him for a bathtub swim and shined him up, for it was a boy I felt so happy, for me, for him that clean mutt joined our happy home and made it even richer and good fun ‘specially when you throw out that ball and watched him happily run run run! Always look for kindness dear friends you will find it you so very very true that the whole earth indeed lights up bel...

The Truth about Ruth 🦋 Ruth may have been the middle child With one five years each side born Alma at the top, Me at the bottom Judith Ruth John between did adorn You probably would never say that Ruth was just the one in the middle For, bless her, Ruth was center stage If you knew her, you’d find no riddle For she was always straightforward As indeed right in that space between She’d catch each phrase and fly ball Better than any sport you’d have seen Ruth had a sharp brain, a grand student She seemed to always be at the top Majorette, piano to trombone she played When so many others would have to stop Ruth did not cater to just gratify But to do better than the rest Competitive in the kindest way She just always was the best She sang with a rich full alto voice Complementing Judith’s soprano smooth soulfully guide my full voice too My baritone to ripen and improve We sang in the church choir, Methodist Melodies of sweet resound, making...

  Giggle Gulch So joyous to hear the laughter Gurgling down the stairwell A pure cascade of mirth Like the peal of ringing bells A rift into the pattern droll Of a day’s hard messy work But somehow joy has broken down Giving life a renewal of worth For indeed life needs joy to be To function as it should you know Not in derisive greed antagonising Build upon a kindly loving flow For if we indeed to work together Labor can also become child’s play If we gather work like crops for dinner With us gladly hope will we obey For is not life a joy to be had Not adversity towards each other With a song and sonnet sung Of life we shall never smother So get that giggle all warmed up To concentrate with sweet purpose now Make life not poopy on the floor But indeed life’s holy milking cow And whip it into bread and cereal Or freeze it into sweet ice cream We love the cows in pastures green Our life a happy good clean dream Learn to work and play you will see In sweet harmony, sweeping up the di...