VIOLETS IN A COFFEE CUP

VIOLETS

Violets, a delight to my inner being
Stand in silent beauty
The leaves bunched in colorful display
I eat breakfast and glance up
Enhanced with wonderment by this hookup
Of flowers and a coffee cup.
New flowers appear and I am thrilled
Purple beauty; one is white
I contemplate God’s unspoken meaning
At this garden site
The green leaves appear mysterious in extended greeting
While I drink a toast of coffee to our glorious morning meeting.

Lillian Heeney



BOTTOMS UP

While standing and observing
I came across a woman
Who was both upset and unnerving

Dishing out the dirt
Slathered with blather
Witch got trumped by frump

The little lady couldn't count
The drinks she drunk
Or verbalize the thoughts she thunk

She was as pissed as a skunk
Not that skunks drink too much
They just stink too much.

Lillian Heeney 8/26/2010

PRESIDENTIAL ELECTION AND COOL STUFF: THE LOST CORD

PRESIDENTIAL ELECTION AND COOL STUFF: THE LOST CORD

SEER

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SEER

They say in December of two-thousand,thirteen,
The world will end as we know it.
This means there will be nothing to defend
And naught can be done to abort it.

With all it's finality we can't avoid it
Think of the hours squandered to ponder this conviction
Nostradomus with predictions of historic predilections
Took the time and energy to record it.

Seer, you are no friend of this generation
We read you but owe you no confirmation
For this dastardly and consuming proclamation
You're a copy cat and a master of intimidation.

Lillian Heeney

MADELINE & LILLIAN THE GREAT

I'm happiest when my grand children are around for me to see, with appreciation joy in living. In my case I'm doubly blessed. In addition to Grand, I have seven who are GREAT.

MYSTERIOUS

Two mysterious observers in black watched as I turned the ground over to plant my flowers. They were blackbirds perched on a perpendicular point adorning a gazebo roof top. It seemed strange because there’s usually only one on the bird throne. There seems to be a hierarchy among our feathered friends that causes the favored perch to be claimed by competing birds as witnessed by me.


The Gazebo, in front of my house, in the middle of a cul-de-sac, about fifty feet away from my garden could have no relevance to me so I forgot about it and plowed on until the mailman came by.

Retrieving my mail and upon returning to the garden spot, I saw the two blackbird marauders working diligently for freebees. It was as though I had put up a sign saying , “FREE WORMS’. I am impressed by their knowledge and skill to find easy pickings. I did all the work and they benefited. There lurks the joy of flying, observation and expertise all rapped up in a plot to use the world around them to positive advantage.

I hadn’t given much thought to our feathered friends and especially black birds who are not the prettiest of the flying flock. But these two gave me pause for considering their place in the universe. Stored in their little bird brains are ways and means for survival; long distance eyesight with calculating patience for approaching their object.

Not to forget that birds could fly long before man discovered how to.
And that birds are hatched with feathers is the reason they need to.