Dream Weaver

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When the babbling brook runs quiet
And the silence stills the trees
When slumber becomes the enchantress
Casting spells for you and me

Oh dream weaver
Sing me a wish song
A sleepy time sweet lullaby
Let me swoon with the moon
A star-monious tune
Let the fireflies dance in my eyes

May the melody sway
In the darkness
Drank from the warm Milky Way
Let the blanket of night
Softly cover my sight
In your arms
I will drift—
Rockaway

My head will rest upon pillows
Of clouds that go drifting by
While the visions I see
Are such sweet reverie
On the wings of a
Lost butterfly

Oh dream weaver
Sing me a wish song
A tune that will float in my mind
Let me dance and romance
Never breaking the trance
Until morning brings
Daydreams to find…

The Story of Jake

Sometime long ago in the big, big lake,
lived a one legged bullfrog, and his name was Jake.

The thing about Jake, that was so profound,
is he couldn’t swim straight; he went round and round.

Now Jake lived at home, in his lily pad,
with his bullfrog mom, and his bullfrog dad.

Almost every night, before he went to sleep,
he prayed and he prayed, for two webbed feet.

But never was he bitter, when he woke in the morn,
because he knew that he was special, it’s the way he was born.

Jake went to school, where the fishes swam,
to learn about mathematics, and see his sweetheart Pam.

Just like real life, it was the same at this school,
there were lots of bully bullfrogs, the meanest was Buel.

Buel hated bullfrogs who where different than him.
so he thought and he thought, then he hatched a plan.

He would embarrass poor Jake at the tadpole ball,
he would embarrass poor Jake, in front of one and all.

The very next day around the big, big lake,
there were posters hung on cattails, about a bullfrog race.

Five laps around the lake and you would get a chance,
to pick out any sweetheart for the tadpole dance.

Buel left a note, for everyone to see,
it said,” after this here race sweetheart Pam will be with me”.

So when the whistle sounded at the starting gate,
there were lines of other bullfrogs and poor one-legged Jake.

They all pulled ahead, poor Jake was in a tizzy,
but after three laps, all the other frogs got dizzy.

You see the thing about Jake that was so profound,
was he never got dizzy swimming round and round.

So when the race was over in front of one and all,
Jake picked his favorite sweetheart, for the tadpole ball.

So you should never get discouraged, or never be forlorn,
each of us is different; it’s the way we are born.

Persnickerdies

In a place somewhere just south of here
Along the river “Slowly Creeps”
Live the people of Persnickerdy
In hollow huckleberry trees

Persnickerdies are invisible
Well, when they want to be
And most are just two inches tall
But some will grow to three

They drive around in busses
The kind that go Vroom, Vroom
Or they’ll ride on snap-the-dragons
But only when in bloom

Most of them are orange and brown
Some are green and blue
And maybe red and yellow
But there are other colors too

They’re busy little people
These Persnickerdies
Always darting back and forth
Between the huckleberry trees

Now the thing you may not know
About this tiny little lot
Are the things they do, for me and you
Is remind for-get-me-nots

They turn katy-do’s into katydids
By teaching them to sing
And paint the brightest colors
On all the butterflies wings

They give raccoons their striped tails
Paint the rings around their eyes
They also help the humming birds
By teaching them to fly

They teach fishes how to swim
The owls how to hoot
And wouldn’t it be, the funniest thing
If penguins didn’t wear suits

You think that it’s so odd you say
To stand out in the rain
But then who would tie the ribbons
So that rainbows have a name

And if you ever wondered
Why robin’s eggs are blue
Well, I don’t have to tell you
It’s because of you know who

In the fall if you look closely
And are quiet as can be
You might just catch, oh, one or two
Out there painting all the leaves

They help out Mother Nature
She’s grateful for it too
After all she’s just one woman
With so many things to do

Under My Bed

Last night as I lay
In my bed for some sleep,
I felt something poke me
From under my sheets.

There’s something alive,
I thought in my head –
There’s something that’s living
Under my bed.

I tried to be quiet,
I tried to be still,
Each time that I moved
It would give me a chill.

So I jumped from my bed
And ran down the hall,
But my parents were sleeping,
“The nerve of it all!”

My father was snoring,
My mom she was too,
Now I needed help here
So this wouldn’t do.

I tugged on my father
And he opened one eye.
He saw me and smiled,
Then quietly said, “Hi”

I tugged him again,
I said, “Dad come real quick.
It’s under my bed
And it has a big stick!”

“Honey,” he said,
As he sat up in bed
“Couldn’t this wait till tomorrow?
In the morning, instead.”

“Dad, I’m afraid
If you don’t come right now
Your ONLY sweet daughter
Will vanish somehow!”

Just then my mom
Smiled as she said,
“Your daddy is brave;
He’ll check under your bed.”

So he took hold of my hand
As we walked down the hall,
My dad is real brave –
He’s the best of them all.

When we got to my room,
He turned on the light.
“We’ll take care of this monster –
We will catch him tonight!”

He got down on the floor
Without making a sound
And under the bed
You’ll never guess what we found.

Five dusty socks
Rolled up in a ball,
Four teddy bears
And that wasn’t all.

Two yellow blankets,
Now how’d they get there?
Then, oh my gosh
Not, my pink underwear!

Four Barbie’s and Ken’s,
A monopoly game,
Clue and Parcheesi
And six candy canes.

A Frisbee, a racket,
My pink dress that I lost,
My dollhouse and art set,
A game of ring toss.

He pulled and he pried,
The stuff covered my floor,
Then he lay on his stomach –
Could there be any more?

Barney and Elmo,
A talk-a-lot Kate,
She was dusty and dirty
With a smile on her face.

So those were the voices
I heard late at night –
I thought I was dreaming,
It gave me a fright.

The pile on my floor
Was at least ten feet tall,
It spilled from my bedroom
And into the hall.

Finally, my father
Gave a pull real quick
And from under the bed
Came my lost pogo stick.

Then he squirmed and he wiggled,
The bed started to buck,
He said, “Dear get your mother,
I think that I’m stuck.”

So I went to get mom
And we each grabbed a foot
And we pulled and we tugged
As my whole bedroom shook.

He finally broke free
As we all screamed for joy,
Each of us buried
Under ten feet of toys.

My father just smiled,
He wasn’t upset –
“Tomorrow , my sweet daughter,
We’ll clean up this big mess.”

He said, “There’s not a monster
Under your bed.
I’m afraid one couldn’t fit there
Without bumping his head.”

So they tucked me back in
And turned out the light,
Went back to their room
As we all said goodnight.

But just as I started
To fall back to sleep,
A noise from my closet
Put me back on my feet….

Run Rabbit, Run

Run rabbit, run
to the side of the house,
away from the puppy,
to hide with the mouse.

Run rabbit, run
with the hens in the coop,
just a couple of eggs
to paint red and paint blue.

Run rabbit, run,
to the top of the deck.
the roosters are coming
with a peck, peck, peck, peck.

Run rabbit, run,
fast in through the door,
be quiet as you can
while the kitten does snore.

Run rabbit, run,
hop, hop up the stairs,
carry those baskets
for the children to share.

Run rabbit, run
before Easters gone,
you haven’t much time.
My, what takes you so long?

Run rabbit, run
into open arms.
You’re soft and so cuddly
tucked safely from harm….

The Dreams That We Dream

Riding our rainbows
We chase butterflies
As we look for the stars
That might fall from the sky

We wave at the sun
From a sky painted blue
As the moon tips his hat
And says, “How do you do”

The dreams that we dream
With our heads in a heap
Laying light on our pillows
When we’re all fast asleep

Our blankets around us
To keep out the cold
As the worries that worry
Are long placed on hold

I wonder if Wonder
Is wondering now
Of the who, and the what
Of the why and the how

The thinks that we think
Like a thief in the night
Try to steal away thoughts
When we’re feeling all right

The fidgeting fidgets
Are not fidgeting ill
When the dreams that we dream
Teach our hearts to be still…

The Dream Catcher’s Dream

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The dream catcher hangs from a tack by the bed
With nightmares and terrors all tangled in thread
No wardrobes with lions, no ruby red shoes
No damsels or dragons, no butterflies to muse

He hopes beyond hope that one day you’ll seam
A dream that’s worth dreaming for a dream catcher’s dream
The sandman may lift you, through the night without care
It’s the dream catcher’s job, to sort out just to where

To land upon shores, of just make believe
Where smiles all hang from happiness trees
While lullaby’s float, through the clouds on the breeze
And fairytales swing from a flying trapeze

The dream catcher wishes just one wish to come true
To hold onto a smile before it drifts through
To get lost in the moment, of once ‘pon a times
Or to travel the roads of just one nursery rhyme

Remember the journey is yours without warning
Second star to the right, and straight on till morning
So, as slumber entwines you around its moonbeams
Don’t forget to leave something, for the dream catcher’s dream

THE SODA-POP PUDDLE

This here tales, about a poor little snail.
Who tried to be good?
But was always in trouble.
Cause he couldn’t stay out of the soda-pop puddle.

His name was Keith and he had brown teeth.
They ached and ached would keep him awake.
No he could not sleep with holes in his teeth.
They hurt so bad he was always sad.
He’d cry and cry his parents would sigh.
They would tell him son, “you could have more fun”.
“Your teeth are rubble they’re a jigsaw puzzle”
“So stay away from the soda-pop puddle”.

But poor little Keith, He loved his sweets.
Piled up high until they touched the sky.
Chocolate cake with Gummi snakes.
JU JU Yums and bubble gums.
Liquorish tuffs with marshmallow fluff
He just couldn’t get enough, of the sweet, sweet stuff.

Then one day when the sun came out.
Poor little Keith came home with a pout.
He cried to his mom, and he cried to his dad.
There was no doubt about it; he was sad, sad, sad.
His mother looked at father, his father looked at him.
And together they both asked what made him so grim.
So he told them the muddle, that put him in such fuddle.
Was the sun dried up the poor soda-pop puddle.

The Crabapple Tree

I know it sounds silly,
But I just had to see
If I could climb up
The crabapple tree.

I grabbed the first branch,
My hands started to shake.
How much of my strength
Would climbing it take?

I could see my friend, Billy.
He was laughing at me
As I hung from the branch
Of the crabapple tree.

He cried, “What’s the matter?
You look like a clown,
Hanging there inches
Off of the ground!”

Then I heard noises
From the crabapple tree
And I spied a black crow
Who was laughing at me.

He looked down as he said,
”You’re just a scared little girl!
For a moment, I thought
That you might be a squirrel.”

Just then a red ant
Told his friends, “Look and see.
There’s something that’s stuck
In the crabapple tree.”

It was hard to be brave,
Just as hard to look cool,
With sweat on my face,
I must look like a fool.

I almost gave up
Till a big honeybee
Gave me the push that I needed
Up the crabapple tree.

I knew I could do it!
I was grinning a grin
With everyone watching,
I would savor my win.

I started to shout,
”Hey, look at me,
But you’ll have to look up,
I’m in the crabapple tree.”

Then, all at once,
My smile turned to a frown
As I thought to myself
How will I get down???

Wwweeelll!

I went out to my kitchen
to grab a bite to eat
When a tiny little black thing
went a whippin by my feet.

It was dark and it was furry
and it had whiskers too
So I did a little side step
and let it pass on through.

It’s a good thing no one saw me
I was thinking to myself
When I did a little dance
all the way to my dish shelf.

I slid into the counter
I opened up the drawer
I got a wooden spoon out
to defend against this spore.

I waited and I baited
with some cheese upon a stick
But the furry little creature
wouldn’t budge a tiny bit.

So I got a little closer
and he jumped at me it seemed,
And the two of us went running
as I let out a scream.

This was stupid and embarrassing
and push just came to shove
So I went to fetch a shovel
and a pair of leather gloves.

It was then that I did noticed
I was still in my bare feet
So I went to get my work boots
the ones with steel cleats

Did I tell you that this critter
was as big as a small dog
And had three rows of shiny teeth
and jumped just like a frog.

But I was a lot bigger
a lot smarter too
So if it took me all the night
I would show it who was who.

I waited in the dark room
I held my heavy breath
And in my pants and parka
man I began to sweat.

But I waited in the kitchen
my shovel held up high
And finally I did see it
as it went running by.

It looked at me and smiled,
then it jumped up to attack
So with my shovel in my hand I went
whack, whack, whack, whack, WHACK!

I knew that I had got it
there’s no way it could escape.
So I went to turn the light on
to see this creature’s fate.

When I lifted up my shovel, you’ll never guess just what I saw,

WWWEEELLL,

it’s a good thing I live alone you see,
For now no one will know,

About the night I had a run-in
With a little

RUBBER BALL………

Glad That I’m Me

If I were a T-Rex,
How fun that would be –
To stomp through the city
As tall as the trees!

Or maybe a Triceratops
Would be just as fun –
With three horns on my head
And weighing a ton!

If I were a Raptor,
I could run really fast.
I’d chase down the bad guys –
Oh man, what a blast!

Pterodactyls can fly –
How could I resist?
To soar through the park
Just to scare all the kids!

But the dinosaurs are gone,
Nothing left but their bones.
Not one left alive –
So, I’d be quite alone.

So, I guess I’ll just dream
Of how fun it would be,
And I’ll play with my friends,
Just glad that I’m me…

Chocolate

I once held a nugget
All chocolate and bright,
It danced ‘round my nose
Then vanished from sight.

“Oh, where did you go?”
I asked, licking my lips.
You were here for a moment
Between my fingertips.

I would like to invite you
Back, if you please,
For just a small taste
Of your company.

Oh, don’t you be silly,
I really won’t mind
If you bring along friends.
I’ll introduce you to mine:

This is marshmallow.
Over here, Peter Pan.
Caramel’s my friend
With the golden, light tan.

You don’t have to worry,
I’ll take care of you.
I will teach you to swim
In this pan for fondue.

Just think of yourself,
All warm and so thick.
I could swirl you around
With some fruit on a stick.

It’s up to you, truly.
There’s nothing amiss.
I would wrap you in foil
Then call you a kiss.

But if you’re still frightened,
Well, I understand.
Just hide in my mouth
You might melt in my hand…..

The Test

Mom, you’re the expert,
So it’s all up to you,
But I really am thinking
I should stay home from school.

I know there are lessons
I really should learn,
But one of them isn’t
How to spread germs!

My eyes are all reddish
They’re starting to itch
While one side of my face
Is beginning to twitch.

I’m wheezy and sneezy,
My fingers are numb,
And I’m sure that I’m breathing
With only one lung.

My nose keeps on running,
But I don’t know where.
The last time I saw it
Was under the chair.

My temperature’s rising
Then it comes down
Then all the while,
The room’s spinning ’round.

My stomach is turning,
It’s coming undone,
So in a few minutes
I might have to run!

My head won’t stop aching,
My strength’s in reserve,
When I try to bend down,
I keep pinching a nerve.

I’m losing my hearing,
“What did you say?”
Oh Mom I’m so glad
You see it my way.

I’ll go call my friends,
I’ll make it real quick.
If I’m not in school,
They might think that I’m sick.

Hey, I just found out
The test is next week,
So I better hurry
Or I’ll lose my seat.

I hear the bus coming,
I really must skat,
But Mom, thanks a million
For having this chat….

Bobbles

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The thing you’ll find with Bobbles
Is they are really quite unique
They’re hatched in such a hurry
Sometimes in just two weeks

They’re fat and oh so furry
Irresistibly complete
From the top of their antennae
To the soles of two left feet

They grow up very happy
Perpetually content
If you bump into a Bobble
He’ll act the perfect gent

If you’re looking for a Bobble
And wonder where they went
Just look out on the dance floor
That’s where their time is spent

The men will wear large top hats
They all wear wooden shoes
That keep their toes quite safe it seems
But look like small canoes

The tango and the foxtrot
The cha-cha and the luge
But the dance they simply love the most
Is the Bobble bump and bruise

Their right left foot goes to the left
Their left, left to the right
They spin in a small circle
It’s really quite a sight

You hold your arms out at your side
Just like a bird in flight
Then move your head all around
And shake with all your might

You bump the person next to you
And they bump who’s next to them
And they tumble just like dominoes
Then get up and try again

Even though the Bobble dance
May seem quite strange to you
It brings the Bobbles happiness
It cures the Bobble blues

So the next time that you’re feeling down
And don’t know what to do
Try the Bobble bump and bruise
It will make you feel brand new….

Upon the Hill…

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Upon the hill of hickory stumps
The owl turns his head
Another friend has turned to dust
Someday, he’ll see the end

A fragile, sentient forest
Home to all that didn’t matter
Destroyed by other puppets
Disconnected from the master

Instincts tell him
Today, he must find a new home

What will instincts tell us…..

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Quick note– Just posted “The Dragon Rider 9″, with 10 and 11 on deck…Also been working on the edits on “The Dream Catcher”…not to mention major edits in “The Dragon and the Butterfly–Chapters” with a new beginning…so been busy and will keep posting..

The Honey Pot

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I looked upon the honey pot
Saw the flies dying
In a false hope of happiness
Is it the honeys fault
For having such allure
Or the flies
For wanting to taste such happiness

I saw a man in a dream
Dressed as a roman
Proclaiming:

“I gave them The Father,
I gave them The Son,
I gave them The Church,
I will give them the honey,
the road to happiness
will be a bloody one.”

“Old As Dirt”

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“When I am as old as the dirt
that frees me.”

Stumbling upon titles
to vehicles long gone
memories of youth
we seem to cling to, as mother earth
calls us back to her.

We walk through the quite green orchard
savor the fruit of the trees
though the sky seems so long
It’s the earth that cradles us.

In the beauty that survives,
in the beauty her children have not taken,
is a proud lady, true unconditional love
to another day of dress-up…

I understand now

……………………..when I hear her cry.

For King, For God, For Country (scene 3)

OK in order to read scene 3 you will have to go here:

For King, For God, For Country

I have put them together on there own page, if you’ve already read 1 and 2 then scroll down…if not start with 1 to see if you even want to read 3….

Emerald Isle

Reblogged from Abraham L. Rossi Jr.:

A mother holds her dying son,
Her tears, a nation sheds
To run the colors of a flag
As green and orange bleed red.

Young lovers locked in deep embrace,
One dead before his time.
Will have their mass on sunday
Though, wedding bells won’t chime.

Children learn from early on
That certain colors clash.
So they may never paint the sun…

Read more… 66 more words

Erin Gra Mo Chroi

Reblogged from Abraham L. Rossi Jr.:

It was the music…
His eyes had failed him,
many years in near darkness,
taken away
at an early age
like some kind of
Cruel Joke.

This is what he got
for serving his country –

The Few, The Proud…
The Marines.

He wasn’t bitter
with God, after all,
his Irish eyes would smile,
They just couldn’t see.

But his ears worked,

Read more… 150 more words

Heart to Heart II

From 2004, this piece starts as the original Heart to Heart ends….for me as a writer I often visit my past, it helps me to understand my present and prepare me  for my future…I hope you enjoy….

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I stopped asking my heart questions,
just listened to what it said –
                        
It whispered into my soul…

          It’s 5 a.m., do you know where your heart is at?

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It is in your eyes
I saw its reflection as I went searching for a place to hide

It lives in the circle of your arms
where my defenses fled as you kept me from harm

It is in your hands
As your gentle embrace helps me to understand

It radiates in your smile
that starts at the corner of your mouth and tarries there awhile

It is in your voice
For I hear its whispering beat as your words rejoice

It breathes within a deep sigh
that meets eternity as it gently melds with my reply

It is on your lips
Its taste lingers on after each kiss

It leaves a trail to follow
through yesterday, today and tomorrow

It is in the silence of your words
that speak to my soul and are always heard

It rests within your world
Where dreams and truth forever swirl

It is in everything you do
I felt its presence right from the start

A piece of my heart is within you
No matter the distance or time we are apart….