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
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