Thoughts 6
Thoughts 6
Laugh Within Your Heart
Smiling comes with a grin,
curving the lips up like a cup
that becomes infectious to all.
laugh within your heart...
Your laughter is always inside
just waiting to come out
and soon the merriment starts.
laugh within your heart...
First its a little hee hee -
a hey, drifting into louder
audible sounds
laugh within your heart...
It's creating a state not been in
a long while. Happiness is looking up!
Soon its contagious and you have a ball.
laugh within your heart...
Others whose happiness has died
will keep up a roaring bout
spilling smiles from their hearts.
laugh within your heart...
Always you will hear hurrah
we almost split our belt buckles
when your laughter made the rounds.
laugh within your heart...
© Julia A Knaake
The Garden Riders
Hello my name is Colette but call me Gigi
I love my rider and his gentle caressing touch
I am a motorcycle riding down the road
winding, twisting and turning every curve
My bright color is sexy candy apple red
we stop in the country in a colorful garden
The flowers are bold, ugly the will never be
the trees sway and the grasses are so mild
We stop to rest under the tall leafy trees
I rest and cool down while he has some lunch
My owner is pleasing and good to me
keeping me in running order very much
My rider is wiry and not a heavy load
he's smart and safe but with lots of nerve
A rider must be joyful and lively and not dead
our love for one another will never harden
My tires are the best that take us to see
all the countryside on roads that are wild
Riding along and singing in the cool breeze
my owner and I really like each other a bunch
© Julia A Knaake
Can collector
Tirelessly up and down the street
Mr. Sid busily collected the cans
toiling with his endless energy too.
collecting cans all day long.....
Every day he continually rummaged in and out
looking through all the boxes and large bins
walking the long streets with a shopping cart.
collecting cans all day long.....
His appearance is shabby but very clean
and to everyone he happens to greet
he will give all a large infectious smile.
collecting cans all day long..
...
Never from his mouth is anything obscene
even if someone spouts "you dirty bum"
you see he is not a bum, just a little poor.
collecting cans all day long.....
People notice his shoes big for his feet
others notice he also collects pans
for various animals and his dog "Boo".
collecting cans all day long....
.
" Mr. Sid, Mr Sid" all the children shout
circling around like sharks with big fins
they love him and he is so kind with a big heart.
collecting cans all day long...
..
He talks to them about not being hurtful or mean
then gives them balloons as they run down the street
waving and laughing because that's his style.
collecting cans all day long...
..
One day, in spanking brand new clothes, he was seen
collecting cans but in a truck, as he was not dumb
he won the big Lottery and was poor no more.
collecting cans all day long.....
© Julia A Knaake
Circle of you
Where does the future
of any human take them
when they walk the
twisting winding roads
of their life through
the ups and downs
of everyday living
turning at each bend in the path.
It is a fact that you are born live and die.
No one of us are able to change this cycle.
There is no way possible
because it is fact not fiction.
Some are born with a silver spoon
getting everything they desire
while others have nothing
but struggles every moment of their life.
Often the life you live is through circumstances
beyond your control often repeated by your
care takers although many pull out of this
repetitious circle making their lives better
and more bearable throughout the years.
When death finally takes you
often there are words about you
kind or unkind bringing you home full circle.
Do you know the circle of you?
© Julia A Knaake
Taunting to rule
the fear still lingers in the background
tauntingly reminding you what was there
with the mental and physical scars
...fear still taunting to rule
the slightest memory of an event
will open the forgotten memory banks
stiffening your nerves opening your senses
...fear still taunting to rule
the hairs on the back of the neck are wound up
and you pull and twist at your hair
the thoughts and memory of it still mars
...fear still taunting to rule
trying to forget is good for a difficult dent
and is working because you give thanks to friends
who help mending your fences
...fear still taunting to rule
© Julia A Knaake