Our Backyard

(Some of these short poems see Creation as if through a child’s eyes. Some of them suggest a more mature view of the Creator. A few of them even reflect the long perspective of age. Most are not intended to be Scriptural, sometimes not even spiritual. Yet they may give your spirits a lift: By the middle of the week, who doesn’t need a chuckle or a changed outlook?)
 
 OUR  BACKYARD
 

§  Tiger lilies tall and straggly,
flaming orange flecked with black.
Grapevines grasping weathered arbors —
these embowered our yard in back.

§  Honeysuckle white and yellow,
swarming up our garden gate.
Dead stumps planted with petunias.
Hollyhocks all standing straight.

§  Honeysuckle red as coral.
(First we’d suck the sweetness dry,
then we’d float the flowers in water:
Tiny goldfish swimming by.)

    §  Damson plums, mock-orange bushes,
calicanthus dark and sweet,
rambler roses pink and thorny:
These made our backyard complete.
 
§  Other people’s yards were neater —
trimmed grass framed by flowerbeds.
Our backyard ran riot with color:
Yellows, purples, blues and reds. 
 
Copyright © 2016 by Perry Thomas
 
 

How Come Humpty Dumpty?

(Some of these short poems see Creation as if through a child’s eyes. Some of them suggest a more mature view of the Creator. A few of them even reflect the long perspective of age. Most are not intended to be Scriptural, sometimes not even spiritual. Yet they may give your spirits a lift: By the middle of the week, who doesn’t need a chuckle or a changed outlook?)
 
 HOW  COME  HUMPTY  DUMPTY?
 
 
  §  How come Humpty Dumpty sat high on that wall?
Whatever possessed him to take such a fall?
And why were those horses, and all the king’s men,
unable to put him together again?
 
  §  Remember the man who could eat nothing fat?
Did lower cholesterol strengthen Jack Sprat?
His wife, on the other hand, ate nothing lean.
Did she use detergent to lick the plate clean?
 
  §  I wonder why Peter liked pumpkin so much.
He ate one, then cleaned out its shell for a hutch.
No rabbit or hamster he put there to dwell:
He moved in his wife, kept her there very well.
 
   §  Do nursery rhymes sound like nonsense to you?
Well, join the club! Give them a twist! Make them new! 
 
Copyright © 2016 by Perry Thomas
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Inventors

(Some of these short poems see Creation as if through a child’s eyes. Some of them suggest a more mature view of the Creator. A few of them even reflect the long perspective of age. Most are not intended to be Scriptural, sometimes not even spiritual. Yet they may give your spirits a lift: By the middle of the week, who doesn’t need a chuckle or a changed outlook?)
 
  INVENTORS
 
  §  “Wire briar limber lock . . .”
Why three in the flock?
“One flew east and one flew west . . .”
Why fly over the cuckoo’s nest?
 
  §  Who invented children’s games?
Who made the rules? Who chose the names?
What girl or boy (like solemn judge)
gave History a gentle nudge:
“It seems to me, I think it fit,
that one who tags should be called It?”
 
  §  What jump-rope genius thought (and said)
“Mustard!” or “Pepper!” (Black or Red)?
Who first yelled, “Red Rover, Red Rover!”?
If some other color, would none have come over?
Would “London Bridge is falling down!”
still work if in some other town?
 
 §   History tells us dates and names,
but not who invented children’s games. 
 
Copyright © 2016 by Perry Thomas
 
 
 
 

Contradiction

(Some of these short poems see Creation as if through a child’s eyes. Some of them suggest a more mature view of the Creator. A few of them even reflect the long perspective of age. Most are not intended to be Scriptural, sometimes not even spiritual. Yet they may give your spirits a lift: By the middle of the week, who doesn’t need a chuckle or a changed outlook?)
 
CONTRADICTION
 
I’m never quite ready to jump into bed.
There’s always just one chapter more to be read,
a victory to claim
in a video game,
and dozens of thoughts that still dart through my head.
 
   I’m never quite ready to jump out of bed.
That pillow seems just the right spot for my head.
Now, why is it so
that I don’t want to go,
yet once there, I want to stay put in my  bed?
 
Copyright © 2016 by Perry Thomas