Parker's Market

Bright lights,
24 hour deli,
Myriads of students,
12 packs of beer,
Prepared to head home,
Bar closes-
Across the street,
Lively conversation,
Bright eyes; curious minds,
Young man asleep in a chair,
Ignored; yet accepted,
Night revelry concludes,
Quiet descends,
New patron appears,
Old men with books,
Taxicab drivers,
Early shift hotel workers,
Disheveled folks,
Backpacks; cigarettes,
And, coffee,
Black coffee,
Dark roast.

Peter Lowell Paulson
March 31, 2012

The Cold of Spring

The sharp, bright chill of spring is in the air,

And, though the brilliant sun shines everywhere,

No warmth upon our barren skin we feel,

Remembrance of past winter’s cold is real.

Although the apple tree is full in flower,

New springtime blooms emerge each; every hour,

All emerald green the grasses meet our eye,

Beyond horizon warmer winds are nigh.

Charge on dear Helios’ chariot and your fire,

Full forward bring the warmth of our desire,

Within your grasp our wanton needs you hold,

We wish once more to run in fields of gold.

Peter Lowell Paulson

March 27, 2012

Claw Machine

I'm a little red bear, that lives in there,
In the claw machine,

I do what I do to get out to you,

From the claw machine,

From the claw machine!

Yeah, I’ll dig and I’ll dig; I’m not very big,

In the claw machine,

I’ll crawl, and I’ll crawl; Yeah, I’ll do it all,

In the claw machine,

In the claw machine!

I’ll climb and I’ll climb, Oh, golly gee I’m-

In the claw machine,

I’m not gonna stop, ‘til I’m on the top,

In the claw machine,

In the claw machine!

Put your dollar in; make the claw spin,

In the claw machine,

I’ll scream and I’ll shout; “Now get me out-“

“Of the claw machine!”

I'm In the claw machine!

Yeah, the claw machine!
Stuck'n the claw machine!

Peter Lowell Paulson

March 26, 2012

Young Fathers

Have three sons and each a father,

Take the time to care and bother-

For each son that they are raising,

Love, correct, but always praising.

Every wife a loving mother,

Love their children like no other,

But, each son to find a center,

Yearns for loving Dad and mentor.

Watching grandsons; darling laddies,

Smile when they see their strong daddies,

Hold them; love them, having playtime,

Every night and through the daytime,

Sometimes sons will need correction,

Or that fatherly protection,

Like the bear, at times is scolding,

Helps each son toward manhood molding.

All I see I am confessing,

You, young fathers what a blessing,

 Every son; each day they're living,

 Grows in richest love you're giving.

Peter Lowell Paulson

March 25, 2012

Bright Light Upon the Fiery Rose

Bright light upon the fiery rose,

For I mere sit in calm repose,
To see each bloom upon each stem,
And, savor each the crème de crème.

So now each flow-er blooming here,

The Tiger Lily, orange so dear,
Verbena spikes with purple hue,
With cries of, “Here, come hither you!

“In bouquets”, said the Daisy fair,

“We’ll draw attention everywhere”,
“And, in that simply blend will we”,
“Draw joy and complete harmony!”

Peter Lowell Paulson

June 1, 2012

Celebrate

As long as you are breathing then you know that you’re alive,
No matter foes or trials you face just know that you’ll survive,
With hills ahead or valleys low there’s one thing you must do,
Is keep on moving straight on course and you will make it through.

Yes, times they seem so difficult and foes they will be rough,

But, standing firm with verve and strength they see that you are tough,
Some days you have to speak your mind, but more importantly,
Just show up every day resolved, and do this constantly.

Some days you lose, you feel so down; your moods are dark within,

Seems hard to e'en anticipate the next day to begin,
Remember when you wake that all is passed to yesterday,
The dawn will surely rise again, and you are on your way.

So now the possibilities before you can be seen,

The browns of winter fade away and all is budding green,
You see the smiles on every face; there’s laughter everywhere,
And, you will sense and breathe once more the sweet and freshened air.

Now dream, yes dream for good and great and never second guess,

And, as you prosper ne’er forget the ones who have far less,
But on this day and days to come, enjoy; no longer wait,
You’ve seen it through, and life is good; it’s time to celebrate!

Peter Lowell Paulson

March 22, 2012

Crickety Crack, Crickety Crack (I'll Not Get Up in the Morning)

Crickety Crack, Crickety Crack, I’ll not get up in the morning,
Crickety Crack, Crickety Crack, I’ll not get up in the morning,
I didn't get a wink all night,
If I can sleep I'll feel just right,
My nerves are shot I’m on the brink,
My lace is broke, and my shoes stink,
My hair is tangled in a muss,
And, breakfast time is such a fuss,
If I get up, it must be said,
I’ll have to show’r, and fix my bed,
I hate to be in such a rush,
My teeth I’ll also have to brush,
I’ll say I’m sick and very warm,
The doctors over me will swarm,
They’ll take my temp, and feel my brow,
And, say, “Thank goodness, he’s fine now”,
But, that will surely take some time,
And, it won’t cost me one thin dime,
I cannot move the sheets are tight,
When I lie still I feel just right,
My clothes are dirty; what to wear,
I cannot go to school bare,
So there’s no choice I have to stay,
Inside my P.J.’s here all day,
If I don’t make a single peep,
I think my Mom will let me sleep,
I won’t get up this morning,
I won’t get up this morning,
I won’t get up this morn----ing!

Peter Lowell Paulson
March 20, 2012

Gladsome Days

I’m happy on this gladsome day,

It looks like March, but feels like May,

For fields abound in daffodils,

The warmest breeze wafts through the hills.

The moon and sun both viewed aloft,

And both with hazy halos soft,

If I could jump like younger men,

I’d fore and backflip once again.

Now still within this mid-aged frame,

With mind and soul and heart the same-

As it once was when just a boy,

Unchanged; unmatched with boundless joy!

Can eyes or ears sense brighter days?

Sweet nature kissed by beauteous rays,

A golden sun filled tapestry,

While winds whistle a rhapsody!

Peter Lowell Paulson

March 18, 2012

My Friend's Mother

My friend lost his mother; Lord what can I do,

To help in his pain, I must turn this to you,

For I’ve searched my own mind for the right words to say,

And I sense all the pain he is feeling today.

Lord, you must understand he’s the best friend I have,

And I feel I must give him a friend’s gentle salve,

To be the right person for him here and now,

Help shoulder his way, Lord, will you show me how?

I know where he is for my mother has died,

She fought very hard, yes, dear Lord how she tried,

To stay with her family here on this earth,

The place that she knew from the moment of birth.

The peace that I have is that Mom is close by,

Her laughter, her smile, and her jubilant high,

When ‘child’ needs his mother she’s right by his side,

And, this is what our Lord and God does provide.

My friend I will be there, that’s all I can give,

But, peace in your heart through these days which you live,

As you travel this time, friend, I want you to know,

That God; His son Jesus, they do love you so!

Peter Lowell Paulson

March 14, 2012

Dear Friends

Dear Friends

We thank dear friends for borrowed time,

We’ve spent upon your isle sublime,

It’s here within your home we find,

Sweet paradise, and peace of mind.

We view the lonely palms out there,

And every sea bird in the air,

As seen from portals in your place,

Transporting time toward calmer pace.

And as the day draws to an end,

We sit with you our fonder friend,

To share true joy; each everyone,

That grandest view and setting sun.

Each person travels near and far,

For me there is no higher bar,

Each sunset that we view so dear,

Our minds will always take us here.

Peter Lowell Paulson

March 12, 2012

I Know I'm in Love

I know I’m in love when I’d rather stay,
Than have fun with friends on an isle far away,
To sit at restaurant just holding your hand,
Sweet music your words on my ears as they land.

I know I’m in love when I’d rather keep-
You close by my side in the bed where you sleep,
Than trying to find joy in some other place,
I’ve found all I need in your loving embrace.

I know I’m in love when I’d rather see,
You rounding a corner and walking towards me,
There’s nobody else in the world that could do-
For there’s simply no one that’ll duplicate you.

I know I’m in love when I’d rather hold-
You here in my arms so that I can enfold-
You ever, forever, oh please never part,
Yes, I know I’m in love for you’ve captured my heart.

Peter Lowell Paulson
March 7, 2012

Spider Boogie

I walked in the kitchen what did I see,
A saw a little spider just lookin’ at me,

Refrain
Let’s do the Spi-i-der boogie,
Come on the Spi-i-der boogie,
Let’s do the Spider boogie,
Come boogie along with me.

Hey little spider where are you from,
You’re so tiny, no bigger than a crumb,
(Refrain)

Came from outside, livin’ in a tree,
Had go travelin’ visit fam--ily,
(Refrain)

Hey little spider, how-do-you-do,
Please don’t bite me, don’t wanna get the flu,
(Refrain)

Later that night I was layin’ in my bed,
There where ten spiders each hangin’ from a thread,
They're doin’ Spi-i-der boogie,
They're singin’ Spi-i-der boogie,
They're swingin’ Spider boogie,
Come on boogie along with me.

They’re swingin’ from the ceiling; I was dancin’ on the floor,
Come on let’s boogie, let’s boogie some more,
We’ll do the Spi-i-der Boogie,
We’ll do the Spi-i-der Boogie,
Let’s do the Spider Boogie,
Come boogie along with me!


Peter Lowell Paulson
March 6, 2012

Snows of Yesteryear

There’s nothing quite like heav’n on earth as freshly fallen snow,

Where everything is covered white the trees and earth below,

Remembering the childhood joy to catch it on your tongue,

And all those memories flood forth and bursting to be sung.

You diving onto Devil’s Hill with brothers on your sleds,

Maneuvering past every tree for fear of busting heads,

If they could not reach bottom how you each would jeer and scoff,

And, laughing all uproariously if they would tumble off.

How you were also paper boys next morn before the sun-

To trudge sometimes a foot of snow delivering everyone,

Now your strong throw so accurate to land the paper so,

T’would find the driest part of porch and never hit the snow.

And finally you’d see your home through snow topped maple grove,

To see your mother in the kitchen cooking at the stove,

You’d change your clothes and come downstairs to eat that home cooked meal,

These snowy days, as memory strays begets this way I feel.

But time it moves , and you are pleased to see grandchildren grow,

How fun in fresh and fallen drift you build a man of snow,

In future days they’ll stand quite still; dear Lord, it gives me cheer,

They'll harken back those wondrous days; the snows of yesteryear!

Peter Lowell Paulson

March 4, 2012

Trivia Words

“Crack-a-lackin”,” Crack-a-lackin”,

Gets my mind to search and trackin,

Onto Google I am hackin,

My poor trivia is slackin!

Peter Lowell Paulson

March 3, 2012

Lover's Peace

The soft embrace and warmest touch,

So deep the powers holding such,

That fingers, lips would hold; embrace,

That angel’s skin and loving face.

 

 

And, now caressing arm and hand,

Across your brow each gorgeous strand-

Of flaxen hair; our eyes now meet,

Exchanging glances tender sweet.

 

 

So hold me close and ne’er let go,

The sun upon horizon’s glow,

All crimson reds our passions flare,

As we begin love’s final dare.

 

 

Our souls just sense each where and how,

Retreat is not an option now,

No shame; regret to find release,

A final joy in lover’s peace.

 

 

Peter Lowell Paulson

March 3, 2012