| Abraham Hidden in the distant past A part of him was me Waiting like an unborn child For someone to set free Made of dreams that never find Their substance when alone Sharing makes it possible To find the dream a home All the music of his life Longing to be played Lost without a harmony Lonely and dismayed Now, with inspiration, all It’s beauty born anew Found the life of Abraham A gift to me and you |
| Belly Dancer I saw a rainbow of pastels shimmering into sight Lined with silver, sequined stars dancing in the night I heard a rhythmic, clicking sound from high above her head That seemed to help me understand the things the music said Her body bent in place that I never knew could bend And twirled into a pattern that seemed to have no end It whirled its way around the floor, then bowed beneath our feet Making the music and atmosphere it helped create complete |
| Spontaneity Write a verse, a witty verse The friend of the poet said About anything from soup to nuts That pops into your head A happy line or a sad refrain From inspiration or whim A brief but fine amusing rhyme That will bring a tear or grin Thus prove to me prolific Flows free inside your veins And gives to you’re a multitude Of different refrains To tickle the ear or warm the heart Of the listeners that care To receive from you spontaneous art That you so love to share. |
| Getting The Most Out of Life I promise myself to do these things Today and every day To REMEMBER something I have seen And done some yesterday To ASK ABOUT and GREET someone I’ve not met in a while And no matter what kind of day I’m having To squeeze in a LAUGH and a SMILE To LEARN something I did not know Before this day began And LOOK FORWARD to tomorrow when I can do these things again |