Little Yellow Flower (Poem)

It was when he was loneliest, but that he did not know,

that she came along and said she had something to show.

Her hands were cupped- but she opened them now.

And there was the littlest yellow flower that nature could allow.

She said, “I’ll be your flower when your days seem the dullest,

yours forever more- together we’ll live life to the fullest.”

He took the flower from her soft palm to give his answer yes,

and placed it in her hair where he thought it matched her dress.

So when your days seem like they could not get any more gray,

find your little yellow flower and she’ll make them forever go away.

The Worst Things (Poem)

The worst things that could happen to me,

oh there are far too many to see.

I could fall off a cliff!

Get kicked by a horse.

Lose my favorite gif,

Have my skin get coarse.

All I can think of is what could go wrong,

there’s many to list- that’s why I made this song!

Bullied in school recess,

never win a game of chess,

Fail my classes,

lose my glasses.

There’s so much that could go wrong so quick!

But what if some things aren’t meant to click?

Like I won’t lose my glasses ’cause I have 20/20 vision!

And I won’t fail my classes because I always listen!

As for chess, I’m still doubtful of winning a game.

But I’m getting much better at checkers and yes I know- it’s not the same!

So when things look wrong, turn them upside down and every which way.

Because if you change the way you look at it- your smile gets to stay 🙂

One Sacred Flower (Poem)

Withering near the willows was the final sacred flower.

It was said that it would be used to save the world in its darkest hour.

Along came the ancient hawk on one final quest.

He dug beneath the earth where the flower did rest.

Until the roots were exposed and he clamped it in his beak.

And took off into the sky flying towards the mountain peak.

There below a beautiful water spring did lay.

And so the hawk planted the flower where it could stay.

For many thousands of years it could grow there in peace,

and when the day comes it will be used to ensure the world does not cease.

Oh Hello Again (Poem)

Oh hello again small fish in the pond,

I haven’t see you in ages, I thought you had gone.

But I am glad to see that in this pond you still swim.

The boy climbed in the pond and the fish swam to him.

Oh hello there boy, it has been quite awhile.

Since I’ve seen you by the pond with that soft smile.

Would you like to know a secret, a secret of fish?

We have the power to grant a human only one wish.

Since I like you so, my wish is for you,

take your time thinking, and don’t waste it whatever you do.

The boy paused a moment and smiled as he said,

I want to be a fish free in the water, with the water as my bed.

The fish nodded slightly and closed his eyes,

the boy had become a fish, and to the fish’s surprise-

he had become a boy, the transfer complete.

The boy waved at the fish, and walked away on his new feet.

The Woodlark’s Song (Poem)

Where did he go, where should he be?

I do not know and neither does he.

Why I saw him in the garden just a quarter past 2:00!

Well what was he doing in the garden with you?

Why he sang me a sonnet, a lovable tune.

Head over heals my heart would swoon.

But you know he can’t be yours, nor I’s, nor anyone else’s!

Oh how I long to hear his song, and feel my worries melted.

But the Woodlark was a bird and in the wild he must stay,

when in need of relief then in the garden he will play-

a song like none ever heard before.

A song now lost to myth and lore.

There may come a day when the Woodlark returns,

for if there is to be a person who so greatly yearns-

to hear the songbird’s tale of love so true,

and to cure the ache that keeps their heart so blue.

Credits for image of painting:

Antique Chromolithograph Published 1907-08, London for “Birds of Great Britain and Ireland…” by Arthur G. Butler. Illustrated by H. Gronvold & F. W. Frohawk. 

It Was By The River (Poem)

It was by the river that the slender trout drifted,

silver in the light, to the surface they lifted.

It was by the river that the young wolf ran with his first pack,

now the alpha male, there was no experience he lacked.

It was by the river that the songbirds would sing,

a tune that had rung out for centuries- carried by their wings.

It was by the river that the fox made his best catch,

leaping out he snarled and his jaws tightly latched.

And it was by the river that the child had grown,

older and older until he became a man of his own.

Freelance Begone (Poem)

He struggled to find, as hard as he looked,

a freelance writing gig that he could book.

He applied to several, begged for even more,

but no one would give him the simplest chore.

He guest wrote posts, all to no avail.

No one wanted to pay him to tell their tale.

Months and months, spent scouring the web-

when all he needed were the ideas in his head.

He took a chance, started his own blog,

the apprehension faded from his mind, clearing the fog.

This was fun, he realized- this was the best!

He wrote what he wanted, his followers took care of the rest.

They read and read until he had built up a crowd,

looking at his work, he was finally proud.

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