#358
The Universe
I don't understand Higgs-Boson;
Particles make my mind churn;
All that I know is God spoke it:
At its heart there is laughter to burn.
Having Fun with Physics...
#357
Physics: Take One
I like the idea of an Echo
All the way back to the Bang,
Of Angels enjoying light matters,
Fore:
Light matters to all of His gang.
Doggone Happiness...
#356
Simon: Like a Rabbit
I love to watch our dachshund hop
And land upon his favorite toy,
A rag raccoon that squeaks and moans
And brings him tons of noisy joy.
A Little Tale of Creatures Small and a Little House to Contain Them All
#355
The Modifier
The Jellico wren
Shared a Jellico house
In a Jellico tree
With a Jellico mouse.
The Jellico wren
Had a white eye stripe;
The Jellico mouse
Liked muffins and tripe.
The Jellico wren
Said, "Enough is enough;
I'm tired of sharing
My Jellico stuff."
So the Jellico mouse
Packed his Jellico bag,
Said, "Farewell,
You Jellico nag."
The Jellico wren said,
"That wasn't nice,"
And put his hurt feelings
On Jellico ice.
He said, "Good riddance!"
To the Jellico mouse,
Who just tumbled out
Of the Jellico house.
The End
PG-13: The Last Word
#354
Lady Death
Lady Death's a sultry bitch
With a sly come-hither pitch;
When she says, "It's time to go!"
No man alive would dare say, "No!"
For the Birds...
#353
Little Feller
The tiny black-capped chickadee,
Sitting in the stark blue tree,
Tipped his little cap to me,
Then vanished in the blue sky sea.
All Versifiers Lie...
#352
Shelob's Lair
Today I saved a flutter bug,
Dangling near our kitchen door,
Stole away the spider's meal:
You should have heard that spider roar!
It's by our Blood We Are Connected...
#351
The Cosmic Connection
Like a coursing river
Our blood flows throughout time,
From Eve at the very beginning,
To the hand that nails the rhyme.
We pass on the subtle connection,
No gap in the supple cord
That links each generation:
Give thanks to the ways of the Lord.
A Trip to the Dentist
#350
Diazepam
With terror, fear and trepidation,
I approach my next oblation.
Terrified of the dentist's drill,
Wishing I could call in ill,
I quake and shake and take a pill.
I mutter countless imprecations,
With demonic implications,
Call my teeth abominations,
Briefly think of amputation.
Thankful now for medication,
Which has kicked in really fast;
Please Dear God just let it last.
Amen
Metaphysical mumblings...
#349
The Unbroken Connection
Like an ebbing cosmic ocean
Our blood flows throughout time,
From Eve at the very beginning
To the hand that nails the rhyme.
Who's a good dog?
#348
Who's Hungry Now?
Dexter loves his supper,
He's a super supper beast;
Though his ears say Regal Beagle,
His tummy says, "Let's feast!"
Fritz: Lost 10 November 2004
#347
Efficacy
Can you pray into the future?
Can you pray then for the past,
That our cheeky little dachshund,
Fritz, would find a home at last?
Have I mentioned Simon lately?
#346
Mind The Mystery
His mind's a joyful mystery,
For I see that Someone's there;
Behind the mask of soft brown eyes,
A curious, quizzical stare.
I pat his head with fond delight,
I scratch behind his ears;
I give him furious belly rubs
To calm his thunder fears.
I hold him when the vacuum roars,
I worry about his back;
But what goes on behind those eyes,
No one but God can track.
Our walks in the country...
#345
Munch Munch
He grazes like a little cow,
Munching roadside grass;
Simon has a taste for greens,
I find it oh so middle-class.
Double-entendre, lest there be confusion...
#344
Seeing Red
The Cardinals assembled,
The smoke billows white;
There's a flurry of wings
Though no angels in sight.
The Pope sits in Rome,
The benediction's said,
The Cardinals dig in
Till the last one's been fed.
To the Feeder and Beyond...
#343
Winging It
I love the Tufted Titmouse,
The Black-Capped Chickadee,
The little birds that flit and fly
All around me in the sky
In a storm of wings.
I love the Tufted Titmouse,
The Black-Capped Chickadee,
The little birds that dip and swoop
All around me like a troup
Of feathered fairy kings.
The Laundry Room...
#342
Pinkie
She sleeps in the washbowl,
The silly old cat,
A black fury bundle,
Inclined to get fat.
A Kitchen Event...
#341
Simon on the Attack
He gets into the big dog's bowl
And rides it round the house,
Making raucous, metal noise
And growling like a grotesque grouse...
Until we snatch the bowl away
And steal his joy another day.
Feeder and Fountain Ballet...
#340
The Bath
Saw a Tufted Titmouse
Bathing on the rock,
A bubbling water fountain
Set in a heavy crock.
He'd dash into the water,
Flutter, flap his wings,
Shake himself all over,
Then have another fling!
Oh, the Tufted Titmouse...
#339
Ode
He landed by my shoulder,
Looked me in the eye,
Snatched a seed from off the tray,
Said, "Dude, I gotta fly!"