What’s the Rhyme for June?

Isn’t there a rhyme for June? You know, “April showers bring May flowers”…so what is June’s? What does June bring to the table? Usually it starts getting warmer and the storms start getting more intense because it is warmer. 

Let’s try “June weather brings July feathers”…uh, no.  “May flowers bring June…” what rhymes with flowers? OK, “June’s storms are neat and bring July heat.”  LOL  “May cumulus makes June luminous” 

I give up.  Surely someone needs to come up with something that rhymes so that the months fall together properly.  If anyone knows what the poem is, please let me know.  I hate having something like that rolling around in my head for hours.

The Highly Intelligent Human Race

There seems there is no where to hide
from the highly intelligent human race.
They seem to come out in droves,
especially working in this place.

The callers call us in their dire,
troubling times of need…
Like the girl with the staple in her finger -
“help oh help” she continued to plead.

OMG, the alligators are out of the water -
the raccoons are up in the trees!
The world is in total chaos -
God save us from those killer bees!

Mother’s call us in anger because
their children are out of control -
Their five year olds are being sassy,
and their teens are disgusting trolls.

“My husband isn’t breathing” A
hysterical woman cries…
When instructed to do mouth-to-mouth she said
“How gross, I’d rather let him die.”

The paranoid schizophrenics are by
far the very most fun -
their antics greatly amuse us -
Oh God, do you think I’m one???

“Please come to my house so you can
see the UFO hovering over my tree.”
“I want to go to the hospital so
I can get my drugs for free.”

“Those pesky kids next door are outside
playing way too late.”
“My child is being belligerent and
won’t eat the food on her plate.”

I’m sure I don’t know what we’d do if
the people were more intelligent then this -
Makes you kind of wonder what would be
on the “Highly Stupid Human Race” list…

I wish

I wish I was a fish -
then I could swim around all day.
It would really be bliss, if I could
be a fish, and that’s all I have to say.

Little corner of the world…

Paradise is where I am. — Voltaire

Now I look at rough times as an opportunity to put down some roots to help me weather future storms that may come my way. –Jerry Stemkoski

Went to visit the old homestead - remembering a time when all my dreams lay before me - nothing was impossible.

It was the place I learned such things as “love thy neighbor” even if they were assholes; and that “all people are created equal” but being poor still somehow made you less.

Valuable life lessons were picked up in that old gray house. Things such as: fire does burn the skin if applied with a burning stick; mud pancakes may be round but they taste rather gritty; and never practice ballet on the rim of the bathtub when it is stationed near a window and, face it, you aren’t very coordinated.

I learned to climb tress in this yard and to appreciate nature while playing out there by the river. Family ties grew strong here as we would sit down as a family to enjoy the fruits of Mom’s labor every Sunday afternoon. Those are the ties that bind after all.

Taking in strays - both human and animal - is a habit I picked up here, for mom was forever feeding and providing shelter from life’s annoying little storms to neighborhood kids.

Neil Armstrong walked on the moon here, Elvis died here, as did Robert Kennedy. The Starship Enterprise explored the galaxy in our living room while wars raged throughout the world. Each even reverberated through the walls of our home.

The house is gone now. Before it fell under the weight of the wrecking ball, I explored those rooms one more time - I felt like I was losing a childhood friend. On the ground where I stand is a cold brick building that houses a filtration system…progress, I’m told.

After all, it was just an old house - windows, walls, ceilings, floors. We left it long before it left us but it was always a comfort to drive by and see it there. It stored a wealth of memories - it was a place my Mother made into a home…into our little corner of the world.

Foolish Little Clown

The sun comes up,
the door opens wide,
in dances a clow
from the other side.

She laughs & prances around
the room in such wild delight.
She pulls some flowers from
her sleeve - oh what a foolish sight.

She is high on live, on the
beautiful rays of sunlight -
but the door closes suddenly and
in steals the night.

The clowns smile hastily
turns into a frown,
and tears form in her eyes
as her world comes crashing down.

Sadness befalls the room -
there is not a sound -
silently, everyone is thankfully that
they were not the foolish little clown.

Kathy -
copywrited 4-25-91

Like all young men I set out to be a genius, but mercifully laughter intervened. –Laurence Durrell

Sweet Dreams 9-18-02

The pygmies wanted to eat my flesh but settled for the llama I rode in on.

Hollow walls radiated in the summer sun. Someone on my left shoulder laughed while the child in me wept.

I watched the serial killer slice the throat of my best friend on his haphazard quest for me.

Ghosts from my past wanted me to explain why they were dead.

A menancing voice from a bodiless head warned me I’d come to no good. I wondered at that.

My lover just left the garage with a shovel in his hand. He is headed for the flower bed - it must be one of those domestic disturbance projects.

Far away I hear my son calling my name - I can just hear it. The sound of his love wakes me and I climb out of my shallow grave.