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Just Be ~

From whence do I come?
From whence do I go?
Nay, for I say, as surely
As the wind does blow,
As surely as the sun shines,
So then shall I be.
                         L. Grimley

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A beautiful place to contemplate, meditate and just be,Sholom Park is located in Ocala, Florida.

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Tarzan’s Serenade – a poem

First edition cover

The rustle of the trees
Shook the quiet of the day,
When much to my surprise
Way up high in the sky
Came the mighty sound
Of swhooshing!

With a hearty high-ho!
My love came swooping
From the trees
And fell upon his knees.
Taking my hand lovingly,
Saying “Please, Fly away with me now,
I be your Tarzan
You be my Jane
Sweet music we make
While lying awake
In the treetop of love
With the sky above,
Shining stars twinkling,
Moonlight falling on your hair,
Face oh so fair!

Then I nodded yes,
And with great finesse
He gave a wild whoop,
Grabbed hold of the vine
And away we did fly to the
Top of the sky, making love
To the tune of Cheetah’s sweet croon.
                                 L. Grimley

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English: Color cover of the book ‘, written by and published in 1914. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

Flower Symphony – a poem

Flower Symphony

Beauty is fresh and as lovely
As be the flowers in springtime,
As they wobble their heads gently in the breeze,
As they slowly climb their way to the stars,
For only to see the purple aplomb
Of all the angels ‘round the lilacs fair.

Centered there amongst the stars
Is a d’lightful hand of jubilant giants
Of molded mounds of marigolds,
Sitting round the echoless sounds
Of daisies pleasantly pleased with
Their effortless ease in growing
And being the forefront of things.

As all the flowers perk alike
To the stars that be aglow with light,
Sifting and seeding the sky with love,
And showing all the flowers that be:
Now, yes now comes the time to sing,
As each little flower learns to bring
Its radiance of love to all above,
And to shower about their fragrance fair.
In sharing with nature their heavenly air.

                                                    L. Grimley

The Frog Serenade

The Frog Serenade

As the first four frogs sat sitting ‘round the pond,
And the fifth frog sat sitting ‘round the fire,
Along came a little spider spinning as she went
A shiny purple web all crooked and bent.

Frog number five jumped to his feet and hopped
Straight forward, nee-deep! nee-deep!
Then the first four frogs joined in as they came
Upon frog number five doing the same.

Singing a song to the itty bitty spider
As he weaved his web all crooked and bent
To a froggy tune heavenly sent:
Nee-deep! Nee-deep! Nee-deep!

                                          Lessandra Grimley

Dancing On A String

 

 

Dancers on a string
Guided by fingers above
Hip-hopping away!

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When sightseeing in Glasgow I came across this interesting art mural.  I love wall art!  This one happened to be on a building right next to the tour bus I was about to get on, so I didn’t get to see if Glasgow had a plethora of wall artists or if this was just one of a few.  I came across an interesting article titled The Wonderful World of Glasgow Street Art and Graffiti. It looks like there is plenty of wall art in Glasgow, so I’ll definitely keep my eyes peeled on my next visit to this wonderful city!

Our World Tuesday Graphic

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OYGIF – Friday the 13th

Sharing with Orange You Glad Its Friday and Paint Party Friday. To see more orange pigment, go see OYGIF and Paint Party!

 

One more week till Spring!

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Here’s a puzzle I made this past week; or I should say, finished, as it took me more than a week to put together!

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This is a watercolor pencil drawing of my back patio overlooking the woods and lawn.  In a few months my little garden should be aburst with color – couple of hibiscus, rose bushes, Cape daisies, gladioli, and ornamental grasses and hosta.

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Tender flowers bloom

Grass grows green and bright

Spring is almost here

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In My Day – a poem

Here is a poem to share with imaginary garden with real toads.

DH has always loved the past – and me, I’d like to think, am much more progressive and in the Now or future of things; I say this as I listen to Pandora Radio – Harry Nilsson’s “Everybody’s Talking'”, Mama Cass’s “Dream a Little Dream of Me” and The Band’s “The Weight”. My! My!

In My Day

Where’s my remote?
Why are these controls so small?
Give me the Zenith Space Commander
Any day!

Look at those singers – that’s singing?
Give me Bing Crosby any day.
And that’s a band?
Give me Harry James or Zazu Pitts any day!

Where’s my remote?
Time for my daily fix
Now for some Lawrence Welk.
Ahh, I’ll take Welk any day!

L. Grimley

the imaginary garden with real toads

Moonlight, flowers and wine

On Drinking Alone by Moonlight

Here are flowers and here is wine,
But where’s a friend with me to join
Hand in hand and heart to heart
In one full cup before we part?

Rather than to drink alone,
I’ll make bold to ask the moon
To condescend to lend her face
The hour and the scene to grace.

Lo, she answers, and she brings
My shadow on her silver wings;
That makes three, and we shall be.
I ween, a merry company

The modest moon declines the cup,
But shadow promptly takes it up,
And when I dance my shadow fleet
Keeps measure with my flying feet.

But though the moon declines to tipple
She dances in yon shining ripple,
And when I sing, my festive song,
The echoes of the moon prolong.

Say, when shall we next meet together?
Surely not in cloudy weather,
For you my boon companions dear
Come only when the sky is clear.”
― Li PoThe Works of Li Po: The Chinese Poet

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This poem seems apropo   (no pun intended); DSH (S for sweet) is in the hospital with serious health concerns – prognosis, guarded.  The photo above was taken last month during a full moon.  Guess I’ll have to wait a few more weeks ’til the moon is full again.  But, hey, maybe dear hubby will be home by then. 🙂

 

 

I’m sharing this with Random Heart.  If you look closely there is a heart in one of the open spaces between the clouds.

Zyzzyva – What you say?!

What is a zyzzyva? Well, zyzzyva is the last word in the dictionary. Yeah, so, what does it mean? A zyzzyva has the distinction of being a weevil in the southern hemisphere .

def: zyz·zy·va [noun] 1. Any of various tropical American weevils of the genus Zyzzyva, often destructive to plants.

Zyzzyva species

There once was a zyzzyva named Cree,
A wicked old weevil was he,
He chewed up the leaves
And flattened the trees
And left nothing behind but debris.
                                     L. Grimley

The only other meaning I could find for zyzzyva is the Zyzzyva Journal – a journal of West coast writers and artists established in San Francisco in 1985. I started reading one of their posts they have on their blog which sounds very interesting and have added the journal to my bookmark.

This is my first post participation with ABC Wednesday. For more zzzz’s go visit!