Friends and Lovers
A friend is one that cares for you,
When you are bad or worse,
They do not pamper; mince their words,
At times they’ll even curse.
When things are good you sail along,
As hand-in-hand you go,
Through thick and thin you forge a life,
As bonds together grow.
A lover is that special one,
So few know skin-to-skin,
All intimate those inward thoughts,
And, sees you from within.
If one you hold are both of these,
A lover and a friend,
Embrace together every day,
What only Heav’n could send!
Peter Lowell Paulson
January 5, 2013
Saturday, January 5, 2013
Wednesday, January 2, 2013
Symbiotic Symmetry
Symbiotic Symmetry
We have two cats; a wondrous thing,
Such joy into our life they bring,
They don’t do much, but eat and sleep,
Around the household world they creep.
The two they stare at me with smiles,
I’ve cleaned their box of piles and piles,
How can in one day they produce,
More pounds per inch of cat refuse!
A symbiotic symmetry,
We work and toil and they are free!
As surrogates they are like kids,
We share the love; we cover bids.
When thinking pets; of push to shove,
Within your house who do you love?
Your spouse, of course, but whiskers, too.
One “kiss” upon the cheek will do!
Peter Lowell Paulson
January 2, 2013
We have two cats; a wondrous thing,
Such joy into our life they bring,
They don’t do much, but eat and sleep,
Around the household world they creep.
The two they stare at me with smiles,
I’ve cleaned their box of piles and piles,
How can in one day they produce,
More pounds per inch of cat refuse!
A symbiotic symmetry,
We work and toil and they are free!
As surrogates they are like kids,
We share the love; we cover bids.
When thinking pets; of push to shove,
Within your house who do you love?
Your spouse, of course, but whiskers, too.
One “kiss” upon the cheek will do!
Peter Lowell Paulson
January 2, 2013
Monday, December 31, 2012
Winter’s Snow
Winter’s Snow
Who knew that white would fall below,
On virgin branches fresh with snow,
The puffs and fluffs on stand of green,
Of pine tree branches so serene.
On virgin branches fresh with snow,
The puffs and fluffs on stand of green,
Of pine tree branches so serene.
The sedum stems hold flow’rs quite brown,
So proud in winter with white crown,
As snows on twigs of lilac falls,
Fair catching little cotton balls.
So proud in winter with white crown,
As snows on twigs of lilac falls,
Fair catching little cotton balls.
Oh, fleecy, feathered, fingered streams,
Fill up my nights with endless dreams,
Of winters captured by the fire,
And, wrapped within my love’s desire.
Fill up my nights with endless dreams,
Of winters captured by the fire,
And, wrapped within my love’s desire.
Peter Lowell Paulson
December 31, 2012
December 31, 2012
Saturday, December 29, 2012
Sweet Peace Upon this Stillest Night
Sweet Peace Upon this Stillest Night
Sweet peace upon this stillest night,
A soft clear breeze in pale moonlight,
A brand new year for you and me,
Let’s spend this one in reverie.
Come take my hand; oh, let us go,
And, share what paradise we know,
Crescendo, forte, raise your voice,
Articulate, yes, smile, Rejoice!
This is our time; let’s dance and sing,
The tears we’ve shed our offering,
For loved ones now, and in the past,
They’d wish for us no shadows cast.
Oh, see the dawn’s horizon rise,
A bright young day; a new surprise,
And, in each bud a flower will bring,
The chorus of our brightest spring,
Peter Lowell Paulson
December 29, 2012
Sweet peace upon this stillest night,
A soft clear breeze in pale moonlight,
A brand new year for you and me,
Let’s spend this one in reverie.
Come take my hand; oh, let us go,
And, share what paradise we know,
Crescendo, forte, raise your voice,
Articulate, yes, smile, Rejoice!
This is our time; let’s dance and sing,
The tears we’ve shed our offering,
For loved ones now, and in the past,
They’d wish for us no shadows cast.
Oh, see the dawn’s horizon rise,
A bright young day; a new surprise,
And, in each bud a flower will bring,
The chorus of our brightest spring,
Peter Lowell Paulson
December 29, 2012
Friday, December 28, 2012
Trundle
Tundle
Trundle, trundle, trundle bed,
I need some place to rest my head,
I have this cold, an awful bug,
I’d even lie on a bear rug.
My wife is sick; with crackle cough,
I sneeze and sneeze, my head flies off,
We love to snuggle close and kiss,
I think this is one night we’ll miss.
I don’t want hers; she doesn’t mine,
Across the living room; a line,
A chasm, gorge so steep with rocks,
This man of steel, it sneers; it mocks.
Then, so tonight, I’ll bid adieu,
I’m back to simply courting you,
A prayer for health; a flowered vase,
Next morn I’ll see your loving face.
Peter Lowell Paulson
December 28, 2012
Trundle, trundle, trundle bed,
I need some place to rest my head,
I have this cold, an awful bug,
I’d even lie on a bear rug.
My wife is sick; with crackle cough,
I sneeze and sneeze, my head flies off,
We love to snuggle close and kiss,
I think this is one night we’ll miss.
I don’t want hers; she doesn’t mine,
Across the living room; a line,
A chasm, gorge so steep with rocks,
This man of steel, it sneers; it mocks.
Then, so tonight, I’ll bid adieu,
I’m back to simply courting you,
A prayer for health; a flowered vase,
Next morn I’ll see your loving face.
Peter Lowell Paulson
December 28, 2012
Thursday, December 27, 2012
Each Christmas is a Wondrous Thing
Each Christmas is a Wondrous Thing
Each Christmas is a wondrous thing,
To see the children dance and sing,
If rich or poor each parent tries,
To grasp for wonder in their eyes.
I knew a man of low estate,
A new beginning grasped his fate,
His wife and children were his mirth,
Though poor he always knew his worth.
Each child would know that Santa brings,
To school mate friends fine offerings,
The toys of late designer make,
To them some fruits, candies and cake.
The youngest energetic child,
By own admission; he was wild,
And, looking back he’d say, “A brat”,
“I should do this, but I’d do that”.
This Christmas morn to his surprise,
No gift was laid before his eyes,
The other siblings cried as he,
They shared with him most lovingly.
He ran to mother’s swift embrace,
Great tears would stream upon her face,
Those gifts from brother’s; sister’s piles,
Brought family laughter and the smiles.
“Next year will be a better one,”
“We know that you’re a lovely son”,
At seven years a lesson learned,
“I don’t deserve what I’ve not earned.”
I’ve learned that life’s not often fair,
At times I’m selfish, and don’t share,
A second chance forgiveness bring,
Each Christmas such a wondrous thing!
Peter Lowell Paulson
December 27, 2012
Each Christmas is a wondrous thing,
To see the children dance and sing,
If rich or poor each parent tries,
To grasp for wonder in their eyes.
I knew a man of low estate,
A new beginning grasped his fate,
His wife and children were his mirth,
Though poor he always knew his worth.
Each child would know that Santa brings,
To school mate friends fine offerings,
The toys of late designer make,
To them some fruits, candies and cake.
The youngest energetic child,
By own admission; he was wild,
And, looking back he’d say, “A brat”,
“I should do this, but I’d do that”.
This Christmas morn to his surprise,
No gift was laid before his eyes,
The other siblings cried as he,
They shared with him most lovingly.
He ran to mother’s swift embrace,
Great tears would stream upon her face,
Those gifts from brother’s; sister’s piles,
Brought family laughter and the smiles.
“Next year will be a better one,”
“We know that you’re a lovely son”,
At seven years a lesson learned,
“I don’t deserve what I’ve not earned.”
I’ve learned that life’s not often fair,
At times I’m selfish, and don’t share,
A second chance forgiveness bring,
Each Christmas such a wondrous thing!
Peter Lowell Paulson
December 27, 2012
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Christmas Star
Its Christmas time may Heav’n descend,
So light may shine and darkness end,
Too soon for myrrh and frankincense,
The loss of life and innocence.
The Christ child comes and we prepare,
Yet, family and friends despair,
Why falling tinsel; reddened bow,
Would cause such anguished tears to flow.
A death that is untimely come,
If not to us; it is to some,
Yes, end of life for all is sure,
The evil one, but why the pure?
Our reason for the Christmas day,
A Christ for us to show the way,
The resurrection, not the birth,
Not earthly life; eternal worth!
While we are here protect each one,
From dawn’s pure light to setting sun,
And, hold your loved ones near and far,
In awe of one bright Christmas star!
Peter Lowell Paulson
December 19, 2012
Its Christmas time may Heav’n descend,
So light may shine and darkness end,
Too soon for myrrh and frankincense,
The loss of life and innocence.
The Christ child comes and we prepare,
Yet, family and friends despair,
Why falling tinsel; reddened bow,
Would cause such anguished tears to flow.
A death that is untimely come,
If not to us; it is to some,
Yes, end of life for all is sure,
The evil one, but why the pure?
Our reason for the Christmas day,
A Christ for us to show the way,
The resurrection, not the birth,
Not earthly life; eternal worth!
While we are here protect each one,
From dawn’s pure light to setting sun,
And, hold your loved ones near and far,
In awe of one bright Christmas star!
Peter Lowell Paulson
December 19, 2012
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