Nonsense Poem

Sly like a fox,

Sleep like a dog,

Big as a box,

Slop like a hog.

Blue as the sky,

Red as a rose,

Black as a lie,

White as the snows.

Choose the short straw,

He’s got some clout,

Win lose or draw,

Three strikes you’re out,

Here have a sip,

Sweeter than wine,

Don’t give me lip,

Salty as brine.

Just one more bite,

Not one more bit,

Out of my sight,

I told you to “Sit!”

Big as a barn,
Thin as a rail,
That’s a tall yarn,
And, that’s a big tale.

Rooster and hen,

Ready to plow,

Come now and then,

I don’t know how.

Peter Lowell Paulson

May 26, 2011

The Kiss

More subtle than a fragrant wine,

The softest touch and more divine,

On heaven’s stair an upward climb,

Toward angels’ realm and the sublime.

These lips together lightly pressed,

Your head upon my shoulder rest,

Submission to each other now,

To seal an inward lovers’ vow.

No other one may enter in,
A sanctuary bound within,
This simple, soulful reverie,
And carries forth toward ecstasy.

An act of love beyond compare,

A secret, sacred bond we share,

It soars beyond the lovers’ twist,

And made complete when first we kissed.

So come my love and let unfold,

The purest joy of love untold,

As we both sense the rapture pour,

You press your lips to mine once more.

Peter Lowell Paulson

May 26, 2011

Chucka, Chucka, Boom, Boom, Boom

Chucka, chucka, boom, boom, boom,
Who’s that girl across the room?
Makes me want to scream and shout,
And turn this dance floor inside out.

Sultry hair and ruby lips,
Move that thing, and shake those hips,
Move those legs and strut that stuff,
I can’t seem to get enough.

Chucka, chucka, boom, boom, boom,
Who’s that girl across the room?
Makes me want to scream and shout,
And turn this dance floor inside out.

See that face, oh, my, my, my,
She’s turned her head and caught my eye,
Part those lips and flash your smile,
Oh come on girl, I like your style.

Chucka, chucka, boom, boom, boom,
Who’s that girl across the room?
Makes me want to scream and shout,
And turn this dance floor inside out.

Walk on over, that’s the way,
Love that dress and oh that sway,
Closer now so we can meet,
I can really feel the heat.

Chucka, chucka, boom, boom, boom,
Who’s that girl across the room?
Makes me want to scream and shout,
And turn this dance floor inside out.

Peter Lowell Paulson
May 20, 2011

Poet's Note:  I usually write about that which I am experiencing at the moment. Some is past experience, fantasty and sometimes silly imagination. This was the first :).  This morning I was listening to the "Watercolors" station on Sirus XM.  Many of the contemporary jazz tracks have this steamy beat.  This morning I LOVED this one instrumental. The first two lines of these lyrics kept "popping" in my head.  Just went with it.  (PLP)

You and I

I think that I could grab that star,
Imagination fingers far,
Could reach up further in the sky,
To pull it here for you and I.

Determination will endow,
My soul to reach the moon some how,
If I but had it you would sigh,
We’d be together you and I.

If I could swim the ocean deep,
To treasure’d pearl for you to keep,
I think I’d be that special guy,
For life you’d sing it’s you and I.

I’d walk to distant mountain top,
And back again; I would not stop-
Until your face was oh so nigh,
We’d hold so close this you and I.

From ocean depth to star above,
And further still the reach of love,
Will capture us and never die,
Now and forever you and I.

Peter Lowell Paulson
May 19, 2011

Still Night Reverie

The fullest moon and starshine falls,

Upon the sand and water calls-

It beckons, beckons “Come to me”,

“And dance this still night’s reverie.”

A soft cool breeze in palm trees blow,

The sound of rain and I below,

With wonder, wonder on my mind,

My safe and peaceful harbor kind.

A lone ship sails on open sea,

A lighted path for its journey,

And onward, onward it must go,

It draws my inward fancy so.

Now I alone on calm cool night,

With fullest moon and starshine bright,

It beckons, beckons, “Come to me”,

“And dance this still night’s fantasy.”

Peter Lowell Paulson

May 18, 2011

Grandkids at the Beach

Sun and sand and sea and shore,
Grandkids at the beach once more,
Parents hold the toddlers brave,
Laughing; kicking ocean wave,

Red sun hat and sunscreen too,
Playing under sky so blue,
Fists are full of soft wet sands,
Watch it drip through open hands,

Mom and Dad just watch them smile,
Slapping water all the while,
Watch them close as gleefully,
Turn and crawl right out to sea.

Grab him quick and hold him tight,
Small legs kick with pure delight,
Legs and arms say, “I want more”,
Oozing joy from every pore.

Tired eyes begin to show,
Parents see and quickly know,
Time to gather up and pack,
Soon we will be coming back.

Peter Lowell Paulson

May 16, 2011

Two Lovers Drawn

Like sirens singing softly out at sea,
You call to me,
With unbound ears I hear that siren call,
And then I fall.

Your footfall floating freely in the sand,
And I at hand,
With femininity your beauty draws,
A lover’s cause.

Like wind your summer breeze is in the air,
And I am there,
The sweet perfume on this romantic night,
A pure delight.

Now with my loving arms forever hold,
And you enfold,
And every day and night ‘til breath is gone,
Two lovers drawn.

Peter Lowell Paulson
May 14, 2011

Peace of Mind

Time flowing like the river nigh,

A warm spring breeze; a clear blue sky,

Two parents with their goslings spy,

A cautioned glance at passerby.

Two fishermen at distance pace,

The river view in john boat race,

So solemn in the task they face,

The perfect pool, their polling place,

And I with every thought to bind,

Myself within this day so kind,

This place on earth; one place to find,

A momentary peace of mind,

Peter Lowell Paulson

May 12, 2011

Fortune and Riches - Sonnet X

Fortune beams on men of wit and guile,
But rare so often to the ones that bend,
A warning to the wanting soul I send,
That though you walk the true and second mile,
And work though honestly and vaunted while,
Pure rain and gallant sun will steady tend,
To grow the bounteous fields and ready rend,
A treasure trove to those with greedy smile,
Behold a message bold within will come,
That though your counted coffer’d coins are few,
Procured a debt to others you must pay,
True joy in life is meant for all not some,
Its love which fills each treasured heart anew,
An overflow of riches found each day.

Peter Lowell Paulson
May 10, 2011

Integrity

Fairness is a substance absolute,
To hold with firmess strong within your heart,
When others think of you they won’t refute,
That you believe in justice from the start.

If you should deal with persons on your way,
Who cannot seem to grasp this simple rule?
And treat you so unkindly every day,
They will not change so treat them as the fool.

Don’t dance the devil’s dance or you will find,
You give away yourself though piece by piece,
You’ll never teach the devil to be kind,
Don’t fight the demon find a quick release.

Just walk away and turn your back on him,
The chances are you’ve been burned by the fire,
The only way your anger will grow dim,
Is put yourself some distance from the pyre.

There is no shame to simply turn your back,
Don’t ever think that this now makes you weak,
A deadly form with which you now attack,
By grabbing hold the dignity you seek.

This will defeat the devil in his time,
At first he doesn’t see his battle sore,
He’ll wallow in deceit and pride his crime,
He may have won a battle not the war.

But you will rise above the fray to be,
Quite stronger everyday with single thought,
Just hold on tight to your integrity,
And find once more the dignity you've sought.

Peter Lowell Paulson
May 9, 2011

Red Flowers on a Sea Cliff

Sea of red on rock and field,

The little rose colored flower flourishes,

Descending on hillside and cliff,

Toward the wave and surf,

Such grandeur in your spring display,

You’ve taken center stage today,

You pique my emotion,

Joy, triumphant joy,

A call to action, and reaction,

You bring out the best in me,

See what beauty you have in you,

If you only try,

Just a little more effort,

And pow, you're there,

I want to run and roll in your color,

But it is your collective that wins every time,

You have your own purpose,

But you affect mine, too,

For now I will sit in spellbound awe,

And hope, if only a little,

That you sense my appreciation.

Peter Lowell Paulson

May 8, 2011

Still Here

I view a tree a distance high,

Like birds translucent leaves do fly,

And golden fields that softly wave,

It calls the fearful, lonely brave,

This home for all it beckons come,

And calling all with silent drum,

The beating like a heartbeat rolls,

A distant bell in steeple tolls.

And those who hear the heavenly call,

Are torn between the love of all-

Who knew them when they were on earth,

While striving for their new found birth.

They hear the tears of anguishment,

And see the bitter languishment,

Yet know they’re drawn to outer light,

As they soar up toward heaven bright.

But, earthly work is yet undone,

A final task and only one,

To whisper words of care above,

“We’ll be here still with care and love.”

Peter Lowell Paulson

May 6, 2011

Brick, Brick, Brick

Brick, brick, brick, brick, brick, brick, brick,
Some people think that I am sick,
Stacking bricks that is my kick,
And with cement I make them stick,

Gypsum, sand and water too,
Pour it in and stir it through,
As it sets my hands turn blue,
And for my bricks it is the glue,

Now I have a mortar fine,
Layer it right down the line,
Grab some bricks I never whine,
A few more bricks ‘fore break at nine.

Now I’m back its go, go, go,
Won’t stop ‘til the whistle blow,
Ask me why, I’ll let you know,
This is how I make my dough.

Grandpa bricked so did my paw,
Grandma did and so did maw,
So far back you’d drop your jaw,
Back then their bricks were mud and straw.

Even in Egyptian day,
Pyramid the bricks they’d lay,
Out of sandstone so they say,
Heavy bricks two tons they’d weigh.

So I have to carry on,
Sister, brother, daughter, son,
Bricking work is never done,
But what the heck it can be fun.

Peter Lowell Paulson
May 5, 2011

Silent Still His Ship at Sea

Silent still his ship at sea,
Calm pervades time endlessly,
Concentric circling ripples rise,
The only movement ‘fore his eyes,

Alone, afar on distant shore,
A woman waiting evermore,
For him the one who loves her so,
The distance now her only foe.

Bring forth a breath to lift the sail,
To heave its hull from wat’ry dale,
To creak the board and strain the line,
To fall and rise on waves divine,

He also prays for wind and wave,
The fleeting thought of ocean grave,
What power hath love as nature reigned?
Or God bestow one favor deigned.

All mystery wrapped in this hour,
The winds astir a fevered power,
Pure gusts begin to fill the cloth,
The gallant sea begins to froth.

A sailing full they speed at last,
Amidst a storm and fury’d blast,
The clouds unleash torrential rain,
Awash the sweat; the toil and strain.

But shore again at last is spied,
The crew with spirit fortified,
And lover on the beach does roam,
Her sailor sees his love; he's home.

Peter Lowell Paulson
May 4, 2011

She Wore a Yellow T-Shirt

Blue happy face on bright yellow shirt,

And attention to the way her form,

Makes the cute face-circle stand out,

Smiling broader for effect,

Affects his mind and smile within,

Yet serious faced iis he,

He wants to meet her,

Get to know the girl,

With long tanned legs,

Slender footed in her flip-flops,

And oh, the long light brown hair,

And a face between and above,

The blue happy face on her bright yellow shirt.



Peter Lowell Paulson

May 2, 2011

Fruit Bowl in Still Life

Cascading silken leaves that fall,

On kitchen table one and all,

Surround the wood wove lattice pear,

And red ripe plastic berries there.

The rippled green and chaliced bowl,

On silvered stand creates the whole,

They offer up to passing eye,

One beautiful and captured sigh.

Now I receive the artist’s view,

On each new day again brand new,

A favorite and wondrous thing,

And splendor in its offering!

Peter Lowell Paulson

May 2, 2011