EAT TO LIVE
Maneuver a cart
Push and stop
Prices outrageous
Call a cop.
The cop shops in that store too
So what do you think he can do?
He digs for money,
The same as you.
The lesson here as you can tell
Is go on a diet; you might as well
Be able to say, "Don't I look swell?"
While prices and economy go to hell.
Lillian Heeney 2008
Thursday, November 5, 2009
LET'S CELEBRATE
LET'S CELEBRATE!
Tis Spring
Da boid is on da wing
Why dat's obsoid
Da wing is on da boid.
(A golden oldie from way back when,
first quoted from I don't know who.)
Tis Spring
Da boid is on da wing
Why dat's obsoid
Da wing is on da boid.
(A golden oldie from way back when,
first quoted from I don't know who.)
MYSTERIOUS
Two mysterious observers in black watched as I turned the ground over to plant my flowers. They were blackbirds perched on a perpendicular point adorning a gazebo roof top. It seemed strange because there’s usually only one on the bird throne. There seems to be a hierarchy among our feathered friends that causes the favored perch to be claimed by competing birds as witnessed by me.
The Gazebo, in front of my house, in the middle of a cul-de-sac, about fifty feet away from my garden could have no relevance to me so I forgot about it and plowed on until the mailman came by.
Retrieving my mail and upon returning to the garden spot, I saw the two blackbird marauders working diligently for freebees. It was as though I had put up a sign saying , “FREE WORMS’. I am impressed by their knowledge and skill to find easy pickings. I did all the work and they benefited. There lurks the joy of flying, observation and expertise all rapped up in a plot to use the world around them to positive advantage.
I hadn’t given much thought to our feathered friends and especially black birds who are not the prettiest of the flying flock. But these two gave me pause for considering their place in the universe. Stored in their little bird brains are ways and means for survival; long distance eyesight with calculating patience for approaching their object.
Not to forget that birds could fly long before man discovered how to.
And that birds are hatched with feathers is the reason they need to.
The Gazebo, in front of my house, in the middle of a cul-de-sac, about fifty feet away from my garden could have no relevance to me so I forgot about it and plowed on until the mailman came by.
Retrieving my mail and upon returning to the garden spot, I saw the two blackbird marauders working diligently for freebees. It was as though I had put up a sign saying , “FREE WORMS’. I am impressed by their knowledge and skill to find easy pickings. I did all the work and they benefited. There lurks the joy of flying, observation and expertise all rapped up in a plot to use the world around them to positive advantage.
I hadn’t given much thought to our feathered friends and especially black birds who are not the prettiest of the flying flock. But these two gave me pause for considering their place in the universe. Stored in their little bird brains are ways and means for survival; long distance eyesight with calculating patience for approaching their object.
Not to forget that birds could fly long before man discovered how to.
And that birds are hatched with feathers is the reason they need to.
A MEMORY TO LAUGH BY
My family is grown but I have memories to laugh by. One particularly sticks out in my recollections:
The refrigerator door was open with half of my daughter sticking out, headside in, rear side out. A frosty, muffled voice sounded from inside the refrig, "There's no tomatoes no lettuce, no nothing."
"Look again Bina," I replied, "There is tuna fish, corned beef, turkey and kielbasy and there are tomatoes on the counter."
"Tomatoes on the counter? We never have tomatoes in the refrigerator; never a cold tomatoe (The little greiper went on and on).
Now Bina that would be bad for business; you wouldn't want it to get around that we keep our tomatoes cold at Hot Spar would you? I laughed and was accused of being a dirty old lady. She fixed a toasted cheese and tomatoe sandwich as I sipped my tea wondering about the difference between toasting a cold tomato or a warm tomato in a sandwich.
The refrigerator door was open with half of my daughter sticking out, headside in, rear side out. A frosty, muffled voice sounded from inside the refrig, "There's no tomatoes no lettuce, no nothing."
"Look again Bina," I replied, "There is tuna fish, corned beef, turkey and kielbasy and there are tomatoes on the counter."
"Tomatoes on the counter? We never have tomatoes in the refrigerator; never a cold tomatoe (The little greiper went on and on).
Now Bina that would be bad for business; you wouldn't want it to get around that we keep our tomatoes cold at Hot Spar would you? I laughed and was accused of being a dirty old lady. She fixed a toasted cheese and tomatoe sandwich as I sipped my tea wondering about the difference between toasting a cold tomato or a warm tomato in a sandwich.
The lovely Madeline, great-grand-daughter and me, Lily, the great.
NOSTRADOMUS - SEER
You say in December of two-thousand twelve
The world will end as we know it
This means there will be nothing to defend
And naught can be done to abort it.
With all it's finality we can't avoid it
Just think; hours squandered to ponder this conviction
Nostradomus with predictions of historic predilections
Took the time and energy to record it.
Seer, you are no friend of this generation
We read you but owe you no confirmation
For this dastardly and consuming proclamation
You're a bad dream and a master of intimidation.
Lillian Heeney
(Picture of
Lenox Halloween
Snow Globe)
The world will end as we know it
This means there will be nothing to defend
And naught can be done to abort it.
With all it's finality we can't avoid itJust think; hours squandered to ponder this conviction
Nostradomus with predictions of historic predilections
Took the time and energy to record it.
Seer, you are no friend of this generation
We read you but owe you no confirmation
For this dastardly and consuming proclamation
You're a bad dream and a master of intimidation.
Lillian Heeney
(Picture of
Lenox Halloween
Snow Globe)
I MEDITATE
My eyes closed while looking above my pate
I call on an angel to guide me to the height
I follow in her luminous wake, up past the sky
And in a moment I'm at heaven's gate.
I wait and peer through the pearly gates
To attract hope and peace through my meditates
A thrill runs up and down my spine
God knows and loves me and I am fine.
Lillian Heeney
I call on an angel to guide me to the height
I follow in her luminous wake, up past the sky
And in a moment I'm at heaven's gate.
I wait and peer through the pearly gates
To attract hope and peace through my meditates
A thrill runs up and down my spine
God knows and loves me and I am fine.
Lillian Heeney
Saturday, October 31, 2009
SEXY BIRDS
SEXY BIRDS
A SEXY BIRD IS THE PEACOCK
FANNING-OUT FEATHERS HE STRUTS HIS STUFF
A LUBRICIOUS DISPLAY OF IRREDESCENT BEAUTY
FOR ATTRACTING FEMALES HE’S A SHREWDY.
THEN THERE’S POE’S, “NEVERMORE”
QUOTING A BLACKBIRD WHO LIKES TO SCORE
THE FOWL LIES AND I’LL TELL YOU WHY
THERE ARE LITTLE CHICK RAVENS FOREVER AND MORE.
LETS REMEMBER THE BALD EAGLE
HE DOESN’T LAY EGGS HE ISN’T ABLE
WITH BEADY EYES FOR LADY BIRDS FLIGHTY
HE’S BALD, SEXY AND BIG BIRD ALMIGHTY.
THE WISE OLD OWL SAYS WHO, WHO, WHO
SITS IN A TREE WITH NOTHING TO DO
HE PECKS AT HIS PARTNER AND TAKES A STANCE
WHILE SHE POSTURES WISER HE HASN’T A CHANCE
THE WISE OLD OWL AGAIN SAID, “WHO, WHO, WHO?
QUESTIONING THE SELECTION OF THE REGAL BALD EAGLE
I’M AS HORNY AS ANY OF YOU, SALACIOUS BIRDS
LOOK IN THE DICTIONARY, I’M DESCRIBED IN THOSE WORDS.
Lillian Heeney

Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Friday, October 2, 2009
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
HALLOWEEN HAIRDO
SEXY STRAIGHT HAIRA television program called, "Sexy Straight Hair," the last straw in the concept of what's sexy. Natures plan has overwhelming success in populating the world. It's sex formula includes hormones, scent, intuition and urges; with a little flirting on the side. This was true even when the populace didn't know what a bath or perfume was. Hairy, brutish and ignorant; sexy we were and we're not done yet.
Has anyone noticed how ridiculous round faced women look with straight hair, parted down the middle of the head and combed down the sides of the face. For those looking on it can be a hair raising experience. They look like pumpkins that forgot how to turn orange. It's the hype and vanity soaked up from the media's inventing and popularizing life styles. You might say under pressure one can lose one's head (as we know and admire it.)
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
LILY THE GRAND AND GREAT
It took years to become grand and even more years to become great. Hard work and patience, forgiveness and love got me here. The little ones who are an important part of the family bring joy and youth that no amount of money can buy. I am just plain old grandma and great grandma. My great grand children, Lillian, Madeline and John pinned the tag of, " Lillian, the great,"on me. I am honored and blessed. 
Sunday, August 30, 2009
POOL PARTY
Lily, on a hot August day while visiting daughter Joyce and son-in-law Tom. It was an eventful day with Tom barbequing and Joyce hostessing with a twinkel in her eye. There was lots of horsing around at the pool. The children were splashing and swimming to their hearts content. Guests, family and friends soaked up the fun, sun and long cold drinks.
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