For all of us who have had a glass too many this New Year's Eve...

 

DAYMARE

I know this must be just a dream –

The cat’s been eaten by the cream,

A chicken’s made a wishbone wish

And turned a frog into a fish,

The sky has swallowed up the moon –

I only hope I wake real soon,

So pinch me, please!

OUCH!

Goodness sake!

 

(Uh ohhhh …

Oh, NO!

I AM awake!)

 

 

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!

 

 



Dear Computers Everywhere~

The Power of the Tron

Said the Big Computer to the Human Computee

“Without me, sir, you must concur, wherever would you be?

I tally all your numbers and I even give advice,

Unlike you, I’m objective and predictably precise.

‘Way down my epicenter, I’ve a calculating brain

That can compile, compute, compound, expound, explore, explain.

Oh, don’t you wish you had my wits, if only an iota,

For I’ve more news than I can use. I’m programmed to my quota.”

And on and on it carried on, continuing to scoff

Until the Human Computee reached down and turned it OFF.

And now The Big Computer sits there idle all the day,

Without a boasting, bragging, calculating thing to say,

While on the chair, beside it there, the Human Factor lingers,

Computing trig and calculus by counting on its fingers,

And when its used its fingers up, it can simply transpose

And still deduce, deduct, add up, by counting on its toes!

Take heed, you Mighty IBMs, and other pedigrees,

Before you get too taken with your capabilities –

You may have stores of knowledge;
you may be an Alpha Tron,

But it’s the Human Digit

ultimately turns you ON.

Silly Prose for Nose and Toes

This New Years poem makes more sense
after a few glasses of champagne ;)

Silly Prose for Nose and Toes

Here’s my nose!

Here’s my toes!

Each grows where

they ought to grows -

one at top,

ten at the bottom -

glad I got ‘em

where I got ‘em!

 But suppose

I had ten toes

where I should grow

only nose,

would I have to

blow my toes?

Could I tiptoe

on my nose?

Or wear sneakers

with each lace

tied up all

around my face?

And if I

should try ballet

could my nose

do a pliė?

What if I

should run a race,

could my nose

keep up the pace?

 

And if I won,

d’you suppose

they’d say I

won by a nose?

 

White Pinafore

      

 WHITE PINAFORE

  

Mama sewed it by hand, since she had no machine,

It was made of spare muslin that mama scrubbed clean,

It had a squared neck, ruffles trimmed with rick-rack.

And two long fat tails tied a bow in the back.

 

Mama sewed on some pockets to hold everything -

I know I put marbles in, pebbles and string,

She’d wash it and iron and mend it for me,

And I wore it and wore it all summer, and she

Seemed so quietly proud that I loved it, she’d say

"I will make you another just like it … someday.”

 

It must have got worn out, or else I outgrew it,

And ma never did get a chance to re-do it,

But whenever I picture it, all I can see

Is a perfect white dress mama made, just for me.

 

Time for Nonsense

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

GOSSIP AMONG THE FLOWERS

 

One day I tiptoed through my garden
When I spotted two flowers on the walk,
And I saw a Mum bend to a Daisy
And I listened, and heard the Mum talk:

 

"It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you,

I do hope that all is quite well,

So much has been happening around here,

And oh, I have such news to tell -

 

Did you hear about Patty Petunia -

How she’s gotten herself in a fix?

Seems she’s fallen in love with a Four-O’clock

Who’s so lazy, he gets up at six!

And what about young Larry Larkspur,

With that wife of his naggin’ and naggin’,

Well, we warned him that’s what would happen

If he married that snippy Snap Dragon!

 

Terry Tulip told May Morninglory

Not to get tangled up with Fred Fence,

Seems he’s always taking advantage

Of flowers without any scents.

 

Hal Hibiscus is going to get married

To Dee Dandelion, I hear it said,

But his parents are very unhappy,

They just don’t think that Dee is well bred.

 

And, oh that young Gerry Geranium!

When I saw him his face was quite red,

Do you know what he went and did last night?

He got potted ... again … in the shed!

 

Irene Iris got mad at the Queen Bee

‘Cause she buzzed about what Irene did,

Seems the Queen Bee caught Irene pretending

That she was a blooming Orchid!

And oh, such sad news about Fanny,

Our lovely young Forget-Me-Not,

Got engaged one night to Pete Poppy,

And the very next day, he forgot!

Well, that’s all my news, dearest Daisy,

Do keep in touch now, you hear?

And trust that I’ll tell every buddy

Everything that you tell Me, my dear!"

The Alabaster Ball

 

 

The Alabaster Ball

 

Earth sent invitations

To a danse one night

Requesting all invited

Please, to come in white.

The glass-coached clouds assembled

And the ebon Sky

Banked its brightest fire,

Snuffed each candled eye -

Then The Winds belled music,

Set a whirling pace

And down the heavens

Waltzed the Snows,

In their finest lace.

 

 

Toys have feelings too, you know.

THE PATIENCE OF TOYS

We're waiting for Alice
Who fell down a hole,
We're waiting for Toad
Who has gone to find Mole,
We're waiting for Jack
Who has climbed up a stalk,
And when they get back
We will go for a walk.

But what if the Queen
Won't let Alice go?
And what if the stalk
Is cut by a hoe?
And what if poor Toad
And Moley are late? -

Must we forever
And ever just wait?

 

 

For those lucky (?) enough to have SNOW

'Sno Fun!

Is there anything nicier,
sugar 'n spicier,
anything more sweet or grandish,
than to see falling snow
setting all hearts aglow,
making everything so Fairylandish?

Each flake makes me quiver
with wonder,
I shiver
as softly I sing "Jingle Bells" -
ah, the beauty, the thrill,
as it climbs up my sill
with its luscious white whipped-creamy swells.

I give up counting flakes,
each succeeding one makes
a more mountainous mound out my door.

Why does it keep falling?
It's getting appalling!
I'll never get out any more!

Now the power's gone <bleat>,
no TV and no heat,
and my batteries are down to two!
Won't someone please stop it?!
I can't see atop it -
the snowplows can't even get through!

They'll find me next Spring
frozen to everything,
what the heck am I going to do?!

I have had it!
ENOUGH!
Who invented this stuff?

(You know,
I just hate snow,
don't you?)

What Child is This...

Young shepherds awe and delight

at first seeing The Child.

At the Manger

At the Manger

 

I will not a whisper make,

Softly, soft will I tread,

Lest the Little One I wake

In His manger bed.

 

Hear the Lady's lullaby

As she bends to kiss her Dear,

Wise Men, shepherds, lambs and I

Gently gather near.
 

Christmas Wishes

Far From Home

Who turns away
So small a Guest
And will not grant
The Weary rest -
In all the world,
No room for Thee?
Then come and make
Your home with me.

The Spirit of Christmas

May the Spirit of Christmas
Abide in your heart
In this holiday season,
And never depart -
May it live with you ever
And ever, and may
You have a most glorious,
Glad Christmas Day!

Bring the Candle, Bring the Lyre

Bring the candle, bring the lyre,

Summer flower, winter fire,

Shepherd, Wise Men, Seraphim,

Come, all come to honor Him.

 

 See how goodly is the night

Fired by chalcedonic light.

Let the birds and beasts assemble,

Feel, the Earth is all atremble.

 

Bring the Mechlin for His gown

And the jasper for His crown,

Bring delight,

Bring tame and wild,

Come, oh come, and see the Child.

 

 

 

Backstage at the Nativity Play

 

Christmas is...

Christmas is …

Christmas is a feeling

that you get within your heart,

you can go out looking

you can take the world apart -

you won’t find it under mistletoe,

you won’t see it In a candle’s glow,

snow is very pretty,

if you happen to have snow,

but oh, you know,

that’s not Christmas.

Presents gaily wrapped

beneath a tinseled tree,

carols sweetly sung

bells chiming cheerily,

 shoppers busy rushing here and there,

merry greetings that just fill the air,

Christmas trees a-glowing

lit up everywhere,

but oh, you know,

that’s not Christmas.

Christmas is the smiling face

that greets you in the rain,

Christmas is the loving deed

without a thought of gain,

Christmas is the sharing

that we do with one another,

Christmas is the caring

for each man, just like a brother,

Christmas is the love we give

the whole year through,

And I wish you

Merry Christmas!

Toward Bethlehem

TOWARD BETHLEHEM

 

Nativity Scene

Merry Christmas!

Gathering Flowers

 

And now for something completely different:

 

GATHERING FLOWERS  

30" x 36"

by me, Mary :)

There's a Tiger in My Teacup!

There's a Tiger in My Teacup!

There's a tiger in my teacup,
There's a lion in my mug,
There's a camel in my milk glass
And they're going "Glug! Glug! Glug!"

And they're splishing and they're splashing,
And they're making such a roar,
And they never hear me shushing,
As they're splushing on the floor!

Then my mom says that I'M messy,
As she's mopping up the splat,
And I'd tell her that it's THEM, but
She would never believe that!

The Twelve Nays of Christmas

The Twelve Nays of Christmas

  by me,

  Mary :)

 

 

I got some presents from my Love
That I'd like to return,
Some have given me headaches,
And some gave me heartburn:

The Partridge won't fit in the fridge,
I've tried, but it's too plucky,
The Turtle Doves just bill and coo
'Til I'm almost upchucky,

The three French Hens, zay parley vooz,
But I can't compre-hen them,
The Colly Birds are so coo coo,
I think someone should pen them,

The Five Gold Rings have all turned green,
The Six Geese keep on laying,
The Seven Swans have turned ugly,
The Eight Maids all keep straying —

(And they partied the whole night),
The Nine Drummers keep banging,
The Pipers give me such pipe dreams,
'Cause all their pipes keep clanging,

The 'Leven Ladies, like the Maids
Are very hard to keep
Track of. And the Dozen Lords
Keep leaping in my sleep,

So, I'm returning all of them,
Don't tell my True Love, he's
Quite sensitive (and pssst ... besides,
He thinks I'm ... hard to ... please.)

About the author: In spite of what (millions of) others say,

 I still insist I'm a poet.

Act of Memory

 This is a true Christmas story~

written, illustrated and narrated by Mary,

and put together in video form by Nat.