By The Light Of The Silvery Moon

HE SINGS BY THE LIGHT OF THE MOON  

(a read-aloud poem)

 

Shelty McKelty and Pearl McCat
Went out for an afternoon walk.

 

Said Shelty McKelty, “Hey, Pearl, sweet girl,

Let’s call on Johnny McSquawk!” 

Pearl, in a swoon, lit up like a goon

And replied with excitement, “Oh, dear! 

“Doesn’t Johnny McSquawk move with a quick walk

And sing by the light of the moon, the silvery, silvery moon?” 

Yes he sings by the light of the moon!

 

Johnny McSquawk went for a walk

With Shelty and Pearl that day. 

Dressed to the hilt they danced a fine lilt

‘Til the moon grew big and gray. 

 

Then precisely at three (and much to Pearl’s glee!)

Johnny stopped, looked up, then at she. 

" ♫ I do say, ♪ tee-hee, ♫ yoda-lady-‘n-me ♪

 by the light ♫ of the silvery moon ♫ ."

Yes, he sings by the light of the moon, the silvery, silvery moon.

 

Ó 2008, Marilyn Lane

Fat Cat Meets Marsupial

Fiddle-Dee-Fiddle-Dee-Dee

- a read aloud poem -

Marsupy’s a creature that came into town singing,
“Hey there, fiddle-dee-dee.
"My babe’s in this pouch and I now need a couch
"Cause I’m tired and hungry, you see!”

When I asked this strange mammal,
“Friend, are you a camel, big horse or a strange-looking goat?” it said,
“Whoa there, my friend, are you blind as a bat or just a fat cat?
"Fiddle-dee-fiddle-dee-dee?”

Well, we talked back and forth the way new friends do
And I learned something I had not known ...
Marsupials carry their young in a pouch feeling nary an ...
“OUCH ... hooray now! I see then!  I see!"

"Yes, fat cat I am, but stupid, I’m not!
“I know who you are!” I declared.
"You’re the gray kangaroo that I see in the zoo who chews on things NEW and sings
“Fiddle-dee-fiddle-dee-dee.”

 

 “You’ve got it!” so drooled my marsupial friend,
Clunking toward me with eyes glazed in glee.
"I shall now have my dinner and know I’m winner (though I don’t get the couch)!" said she.
 Gulp .... Burp .... HICCUP!

 

"Fat cats are delicious, you see,
"Fiddle-dee-fiddle-dee-dee!"

 

© 2008, Marilyn R Lane

 

 

 

Hair Stylist NYC - "Addictions"!

Itchy, Itchy, Itchy

Itchy, itchy, itchy but I’m not feeling bitchy.
This itch don’t bother me –  not really much.
What’s some hair under the collar when I’ve got a great new look
From a Master in the best of the bunch?

Yesterday was feeling grumpy - witchy hair with words to match!
Even I’d run from my comp’ny were I able.
But today I’m free of fever when I look into the mirr-r
And see a brand new me with mind just as stable!

Any wonder why Addictions keep you comin' back for more -
It's jus' Steve’s scissors keeps your crowning cap in place!
Without him you’re a prison’r to your cowlicks moo-vy groovin’
And the moody blues of stubborn hair’s misplace!

© 2013, Marilyn R. Lane

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THE PORTRAIT

It feels so good to Be.
I am and I need light
surrounding me,
embracing me,
holding me …
every day of my life
every breath of my day.

And, when my light is diminished
as I move among shadows
of those who walk in shadow,
I will step aside the darkness of that existence …
to a quiet place within my soul.

There will my thirst for hope be quenched,
my weary soul be renewed,
my vibrant spirit be reborn
in the pure translucent brightness of Unconditional Love
pulsing, springing, flowing from a source beyond myself --
yet deep within myself and my timeless existence.

It feels so good to Be.
I Am
surrounding me …
embracing me …
holding me
every day of my life,
every breath of my day.

©1993, Marilyn R. Lane

Beloved Comfort

Each day with beloved is so very precious.

The sharing of years of days ...

to touch, to see, to hear.

To share presence, joy, laughter, tears, hope and sorrow.

Years of days ... together in time.

And, beloveds do not die.

Beloveds change form as does life in the garden ...

emerging, maturing, blossoming,

fading, withering, resting

at season's end in time.

The blossom of beloved love

continues within us, dear one, quietly emerging ...

in soul to our soul, hope in our hope, faith in our faith

that life, like love, never dies.

Life's presence in loving merely takes on new form.

© 2009, Marilyn R Lane

About Rosey's Soliloquies

Rosey – that's me. Well, that's me in "pen name". (It's fun to have a pen name and to speak of oneself in third person! Gosh ... try it for a new self perspective!) Anyway, Rosey's been writing for, oh … a little over thirty years. She plays with words and finds joy in poetic license. She writes silly/fun stuff, but many of her pieces are, well … filled with thoughts spawned by her personal reflections. 

Much of what you will find in this blog is transcribed from Rosey's journal entries, past as well as current. But, occasionally you'll ponder a poem, find comfort in a prayer, chuckle with a limerick or laugh singing a song parody. All of these originated in Rosey's noggin (pardon the slang -- it had a nice twang).

In whatever you find here, you will feel energy. And, feel free to take of this energy. And, if you do indulge yourself, Rosey asks only one thing -- that you pass it forward and come back for more!