O, wonder, wonder, wonder, wonder, wonder! When suddenly the marvels of this world In mystic revelation are unfurled— Lifting the veil we all have suffered under, And finally our inner eyes can see A blissful vision of Eternity!
While little Tiggy gets the kitchen sink In which to bathe when she begins to stink, Big Gypsy's lifted in the bathroom tub Reluctantly for her bi-monthly scrub. Once rinsed and set back on the toweled floor, They shake and make a shower I deplore Splattering both me and cabinetry Until they’re toweled enough to be set free. And then it’s time to take a sunny walk Diverting them with squirrels and cats to stalk So by the time we’ve squared off several blocks Rousting frogs and stalking pigeon flocks They’re dry and clean and fragrant-fresh again— Pray, keep them out of mud, dear God, amen.
Hard-handed men with hammers bang on nails Atop a roof they’re building blocks away Beside whose effort my poor labor pales As I sit in this easy chair and play, Devising lines of cadences and rhymes To build another moment’s monument, A chronicle of sedentary times Inspired by visions sometimes heaven sent— More often, though, pedestrian, like this Tee-tum, tee-tum, a morning walkabout Devised by ingenuity, not bliss, Hack work with little artistry to tout. It seems those carpenters are on a break, So, I’ll shut up myself, for heaven’s sake.
Who would aspire to be our President, Believing him- or herself competent, To bear awesome responsibility To keep our people prosperous and free And lift those who are not so fortunate, By various vicissitudes beset? May such a valiant aspirant be found Who may proceed to valorous renown By leading us to global eminence, Strong in our values and our self-defense. We seek astuteness, character and tact, Which our two candidates have sometimes lacked. So may tonight’s debate clearly reveal More than the artfulness to make a deal.
The motive to be powerful is one An upright politician ought to shun; Instead, the instigation ought to be A prompting that is nearly ego free: To be a public servant and to serve With knowledge and intelligence and verve, Especially aiming be President, For surely it should be self-evident That this position of such awesome power Unto which office we’ve entrusted our Own sacred lives and liberties entails A character within which ego pales, One governed by a noble, righteous soul With mutual thriving as its utmost goal.
It’s been a blustery night of flying debris Even at this storm’s periphery. The fronds outside are whisking in the rain, In joy, perhaps, or briskly to complain. Although it’s morn, the sky’s still hazy gray And hope is slim we’ll see the sun today. But happily, we can just hunker down, No need for us to be out on the town. The power’s on, the lights and AC work, And I can put the coffee on to perk Then blithely sit to write my morning verse While thinking, “Bad—but things could sure be worse.” Well, here’s one sonnet done (the couplet kind) So, let’s see now what else may come to mind.
A hurricane is bearing down on us As threatening as a loaded blunderbuss, And though, just now, there’re only scattered showers, A heavy surge may clobber us in hours. There’s little we can do but batten down, Be sure our doors and windows are secure, And pray for little creatures who might drown. Most businesses are closed, the gas lines long At the convenience stores where worried folk Scouring the depleted shelves now throng— For lack of bottled water, picking Coke— And now, as you can hear, my rhyme’s amiss, Which shows I’m being rattled by all this.
Our day is made of comfortable routines, The dogs and I pursuing each our bliss: Taking walks for them is what that means Whereas my greatest pleasure’s doing this: Making a verse to post up on my blog, A feat beyond the yen of any dog.