The Hummingbird and the Bees

Three Rose of Sharon trees have we all bursting full of flow’r,
Two clad in finest lavender and one a pinkish hue,
As I was sitting quietly to gaze this summer’s hour,
A hummingbird flew up to me to ask if he could view.

I said, “Of course, you need not ask, and while you’re on the wing”,
“Each rose it holds such nectar sweet, enjoy it if you will”,
So off he buzzed and hovered there and supped the offering,
From flower, to flower, to flower, to flower until he had his fill.

He seemed to test each purple bloom as if the connoisseur,
A drop from here a drop from there which one would have the best,
He never tired until each bud was tried so he was sure,
Then flew up to the pinker tree upon a twig to rest.

An hour passed the hotter sun poured down upon the trees,
The honeybees and bumblebees now made their day’s debut,
The biggest bee now bumbled up to me and asked me, “Please?”
“We’d ask your kind permission for our pollen time review.”

Peter Lowell Paulson
July 30, 2011

Sizzle, Sizzle

As I walked right into Sid’s Barbeque,
I felt the fires burn,
Sizzle, sizzle (sizzle, sizzle),
Sizzle, sizzle, (sizzle, sizzle),
You sure made my head turn.

Was a hundred and three at the beach in Capri,
Then I began to fry,
Sizzle, sizzle (sizzle, sizzle),
Sizzle, sizzle, (sizzle, sizzle),
That’s when you caught my eye.

It’s a sauna today as I walk on Broadway,
The street feels like a fire,
Sizzle, sizzle (sizzle, sizzle),
Sizzle, sizzle, (sizzle, sizzle),
You’re my heart’s one desire.

Well I’m starting to smoke and it’s really no joke,
This girl is really hot,
Sizzle, sizzle (sizzle, sizzle),
Sizzle, sizzle, (sizzle, sizzle),
I’ll give it my best shot.

Peter Lowell Paulson
July 27, 2011

Candy

Oh candy is the sweetest thing,

It makes me smile, it makes me sing,

I know the day will be a win,

If I can shove some candy in,

Snowcaps are a small delight,

Tiny sugared pellets white,

On darkest bits of chocolate,

A handful now and that is it.

Sugar Babies what a treat,

Pebble sized and very sweet,

Semi hard the caramel,

Doesn’t have a parallel.

Almond Joys a wonder true,

Coconut and almonds too,

Milk chocolate upon the top,

One taste of it you’ll never stop.

Mounds it is the brother of,

The Almond Joy which you will love,

Dark chocolate on coconut,

A favorite of this candy glut.

Now Good & Plenty pink and white,

And capsule sized for you to bite,

They’re sugar coated licorice,

They crunch and chew, they are delish!

And Twizzlers are a licorice,

The red kind is my favorite dish,

Two strands of it is quite enough,

Why stop at two, just stuff and stuff.

But best of all the Hershey bar,

The sweetest chocolate by far,

It’s perfect thin; melts in your mouth,

The wonder in the north and south.

On future date this verse you’ll meet,

Some candies may be obsolete,

But every sweet will have within,

The sugar for YOUR smile and grin.

So have a bite or have a chew,

The candies made for me and you,

But brush and floss or in the end,

The dentist maybe your best friend.

Peter Lowell Paulson

July 22, 2011

My Son

          I love you so, you are my son,

               Just look at you, you’re almost one,

       And this is what we’ll do today,

               We’ll have some fun and play and play,

I’ll clap with you,

And rap with you,

I’ll “coo” with you,

“Ah-goo” with you,

I’ll splash with you,

And trash with you,

I’ll lay with you,

And play with you,

I’ll meet with you,

And eat with you,

I’ll laugh with you,

And gaff with you,

I’ll ride with you,

Confide in you,

I’ll roll with you,

Console you too,

For you have issues on your mind,

I don’t know what the tests will find,

Until they do we’re one-on-one,

I love you so, you are my son.

Peter Lowell Paulson

July 19, 2011

On Darkest Night

On darkest night as crimson tide fair trimmed our distant shore,
I saw the girl with angel’s eyes upon the beach once more,
She slipped away beyond my view and fog now settled in,
Each night I walk this stretch alone in search of her again.

I’ve only seen the maid at night; fair gowned and barefoot she,
Fine tresses lightly tossed behind by breezes from the sea,
But always ever beyond reach my voice she does not hear,
She’ll turn and look and smile at me and then she’ll disappear.

Sweet apparition come to me this is my evening prayer,
So we can walk together and enjoy the sweet night air,
I know that angels up above would help me to devise,
A way to win her heart if I could gaze into those eyes,

In time I know she’ll trust enough and will not turn away,
Until she does I’ll dream of her and search both night and day,
And walk this barren strand again to find the lass once more,
Who’s captured my true heart and soul upon our distant shore.

Peter Lowell Paulson
July 17, 2011

Come Hold My Hand

Yes, there are times I feel so glad I cry,
And, there are times my heart’s so sad I die, a little,
So hold my hand awhile, I’d love to see your smile,
And gaze into your eyes before I go.

Oh you’re the one that sets my soul on fire,
You filled my heart with passion and desire,
Come hold my hand awhile, I’d love to see you smile,
And wrap my loving arms around you so.

The very day I saw you first I knew,
That we would be together me and you,
I’d hold your hand awhile, and try to make you smile,
And see that loving ember start to glow.

We loved to take our strolls up in the park,
And start to capture kisses after dark,
I’d hold your hand awhile, and you would start to smile,
And every lover’s passion we would know.

As blossoms bloomed we found that you and me,
Our love would soon include a family,
Come hold my hand awhile; come see the baby smile,
And you and I will see how true love grows.

Now and forever more this has to be,
I’ll see you soon in heaven, look for me,
So hold my hand awhile, I’d love to see your smile,
And gaze into your eyes before I go.

Peter Lowell Paulson

July 9, 2011

New York City

I am here,

And I am alive,

Big city,

Two girls walk into the Starbucks,

With 7-11 coffees in hand,

To get creamers,

City vibrant with life at night,

And in the morning,

Subways and theaters,

Street artists,

Dynamic retail space available,

Everywhere I feel movement,

Best art in the smallest places,

People are the same,

Yet business and busyness settle in,

Press the soul,

To be the best you are,

In your smallest places,

Excitement is apparent everywhere-

But in their faces,

And a little girl,

Struggles with cancer,

Bravely negotiating it all,

She is alive,

And she is here.



Peter Lowell Paulson

June 30, 2011