So Organized

When there is so much to be done,
My weapons are a pen and pad
With which I write and write a ton
Of lists (quite messy, I might add).

I stuff them into the drawer, 
And sip my coffee, feeling pleased.
List-writing can be such a bore,
But my mind has been greatly eased.

Two weeks later, I steal a glance
At those lists from two weeks ago
And stare quite as if in a trance
For I have no work I can show.

Then with a sudden, new resolve,
I once more take my pad and pen
And new lists begin to evolve
To be stuffed in the drawer again.

The Happiest Car I Ever Saw....

There is a car with such a wide smile
It has worn for mile after mile
And, although it seems to be wide awake,
I think that its big grin is all a fake -
Because, while I looked and I admired,
I saw that it's wheels are always tired.

Remember 9/11

I heard the rushing, roaring sound
Of planes far too close to the ground
I heard awful, terror-struck cries
As people looked up at the skies.
I saw the planes so swiftly glide -
With the stately towers collide.
I saw the towers melt away,
Beneath the very light of day.
I saw the fierce flames leap up high
And heard thousands of voices cry
- then cease.


I see the tears on every face
Of one who lost a friend's embrace
I see a vengeful anger rise
In more than just one pair of eyes.
I see the orphans' sober gaze
Through the black smoke and filthy haze.
I see the husbands mourning wives
And families mourning loss of lives,
And all through out the city now,
I see sorrow on every brow
- sorrow.


I see the grey ashes and dust
And bent metal taken by rust.
I see the graveyard bare and sad
That once in life and joy was clad.
I see my close friends coughing hard,
Their lungs and limbs and bodies marred
By toxins in that deathly air.
Compassion was what brought them there,
To quench the hellish, fearful flame
And to rescue the hurt and lame
- rescue.


And all throughout the coming ages,
One thing rings out on history's pages:
Remember 9/11.



"Then shall your light break forth like the dawn, and your healing shall spring up speedily; your righteousness shall go before you; the glory of the LORD shall be your rear guard." (Isaiah 58:8)

The Trees on Campus

 

A clump of trees stood high and tall,

They grew within a grey-stone wall -

A wall made up of buildings old,

Constructed by grey bricks so cold.

Yet happy were the trees in there,

Although they missed the forest air,

For they brought smiles to the face

That admired their stately grace.

The shadow land

Upon the pavement grey,
In the soft light of late day,
I beheld the shadow land.


There is no color there,
And all is so bleakly bare,
Yet it whispers of beauty.


The land has nothing new:
Our world copied in grey-blue
And it lacks all dimension.


Now the trees seem more green,
The sky a prettier scene,
And the world much more lovely:

Because of the shadow land.

A row of three,

(Mahogany?)

Bored folding chairs

That put on airs

As if they were

Much fancier.

On another note, I am needing a new camera; my pictures have been getting grainier and grainier.

DANGER!!!

Drama

A ride at the Great Escape.

A Dance

I am sorry that the image quality is so bad.... The girl's dress is made out of a piece of shiny origami paper, in case you were wondering.

Piano Lessons

 

Little children and stuffed animals are invariably cute. Special thanks to Bernie, Eddy (left to right, back row), Mildred, and Buzz (front row) for posing at the piano.

And this week, I will really post on schedule (famous last words of every post from now on till September).

Pink Flowers

Flowers courtesy of Mum's garden. I have no idea what kind of flowers they are.

For want of words

I have nothing to say, so here is a happy picture of trees turning green....

When one tries to procrastinate in school...

...one takes artistic photos of one's school, because surely such photos must count for something?

enough said with out saying anything

"The Forest Ground"

When there is not a single soul around,
Who can tell what's on the forest ground?
Could not the smallest, lonely tree,
Begin to sing a melody?

Could not a big gray rock bake,
A "Happy Birthday cup-cake?"
Could tulips grow though it's autumn?
No one can tell, so don't ask them.

Poor Pictures

This is the "before being dissected and having several transplants" picture. This what an innocent looking picture looks like before it is touched up and changed.
Of course, an image can't help itself if it does get changed. Even the simplest of programs can change a photo drastically, and make it look like a tossed-salad. Photos have no control over whether or not they will be pounced upon. they can, however, get annoyed at the person who changed it. And I think that this photo will be very annoyed at me after it sees what I have done to it. So, at last I present you with this photo: I'm calling it "the winter blues." What on earth happened to this poor picture? you ask. I would ask too. But it isn't as hard as it looks to change a photo into this, unfortunately. (Unfortunate for the picture, that it is.) You merely click the button that says: "Invert colors" and there you have it. And now, last but most assuredly, not least, the forest picture: I'm calling this one, "searches for squash," because a harmless looking fellow is looking in the wood for squash. Not a good idea, so I think this fellow might be rather funny in his head. He is, however, being rewarded in his search. (this we can tell from his delighted smile.)

And thus ends my picture-fracturing career. At least for today.......