First, never, never, never try to breathe
under water! Unless, of course, you wear
your scuba outfit. When you dive, please leave
your tuba on shore. Next, don’t ever dare
sharks to fight, or octopi to wrestle!
The former make snap judgments causing woe.
The latter will wrap you in a vessel
of ink…you’ll feel tattooed from head to toe!
Instead, why not laugh and play in water?
Have a whale of a time kicking your feet,
swimming on your back like a young otter,
or floating the waves like a navy fleet.
Psst...Never, never, never swim alone!
You can’t contact your lifeguard on a phone!
Roger Armbrust
March 25, 2012
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Saturday, March 24, 2012
HUMIDITY
How do I share with you humidity
of love? Define it as absolute, mix
fluid constitutions? Timidity
and hope perhaps, or active faith affixed
with rapture? Would you compare its presence
to passion gods might incite, and measure
it as relative? When does your pleasance
vaporize from atmospheric pressure,
turn tropic, induced to heavy breathing?
When do your sky-like eyes precipitate
with precious dew, your moist body wreathing
at some Olympic altitude? What fate
draws me to you in this specific mass
of fog where you ignore me when you pass?
Roger Armbrust
March 24, 2012
of love? Define it as absolute, mix
fluid constitutions? Timidity
and hope perhaps, or active faith affixed
with rapture? Would you compare its presence
to passion gods might incite, and measure
it as relative? When does your pleasance
vaporize from atmospheric pressure,
turn tropic, induced to heavy breathing?
When do your sky-like eyes precipitate
with precious dew, your moist body wreathing
at some Olympic altitude? What fate
draws me to you in this specific mass
of fog where you ignore me when you pass?
Roger Armbrust
March 24, 2012
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
WATERFALL
It’s foaming now, like a prophet’s great beard
flowing in wind, its steady stream falling
over red-brick wall, sidewalk commandeered
by its seeming endless glow enthralling
me as its gleam softly floods North Lookout.
Not even steady rain, steel sky can stall
light’s glazing caress. I wish I could shout
to you, feel your warmth hurry to my call
and view nature’s brief masterpiece, only
living during rainfall. I love sitting
at my writing windows, no more lonely
like a lost wren, smiling stare committing
this art to memory. I realize
it thrives with gray-blue sapphire of your eyes.
Roger Armbrust
March 20, 2012
flowing in wind, its steady stream falling
over red-brick wall, sidewalk commandeered
by its seeming endless glow enthralling
me as its gleam softly floods North Lookout.
Not even steady rain, steel sky can stall
light’s glazing caress. I wish I could shout
to you, feel your warmth hurry to my call
and view nature’s brief masterpiece, only
living during rainfall. I love sitting
at my writing windows, no more lonely
like a lost wren, smiling stare committing
this art to memory. I realize
it thrives with gray-blue sapphire of your eyes.
Roger Armbrust
March 20, 2012
Sunday, March 18, 2012
MOON VOYAGES
Oh, tonight will you go sailing with me
on voyages around our shining moon?
We’ll wave across the Sea of Clouds, and see
bright stars above us. We’ll carry a tune
over the Sea of Cold, and ask our moms
to love us, keeping us warm with a song.
If you like, we’ll sleep tight in our pajams
as we float in our boat around the long
Sea of Tranquility. The Sea of Rains
surely can serve as our morning shower.
When thirsty we can drink time and again
from the sweet Sea of Nectar. What power
must tower over the Sea of Storms! We
might prefer the Sea of Serenity’s
shore, where we can dine on cookies and tea!
Roger Armbrust
March 18, 2012
on voyages around our shining moon?
We’ll wave across the Sea of Clouds, and see
bright stars above us. We’ll carry a tune
over the Sea of Cold, and ask our moms
to love us, keeping us warm with a song.
If you like, we’ll sleep tight in our pajams
as we float in our boat around the long
Sea of Tranquility. The Sea of Rains
surely can serve as our morning shower.
When thirsty we can drink time and again
from the sweet Sea of Nectar. What power
must tower over the Sea of Storms! We
might prefer the Sea of Serenity’s
shore, where we can dine on cookies and tea!
Roger Armbrust
March 18, 2012
Saturday, March 17, 2012
KITTY CAT CHAT
I question my quiet little kitty,
Why do you catch those bitty mice, and how?
But itty kitty keeps sitting pretty,
just smiling at me and singing, Meow!
I ask her how, when she licks my finger
her tongue can feel rough, yet still so gentle.
She rubs by my leg, but doesn’t linger,
jumping on the chair. Is this some mental
game you play? I call to her. She never
answers. Just circles round and snuggles down
on the pillow. You think you’re so clever!
I complain. But she just lies there and yawns.
I lean close and tell her, You know I respect
and love you. I’d swear she whispers, You’re purrrr-fect!
Roger Armbrust
March 17, 2012
Why do you catch those bitty mice, and how?
But itty kitty keeps sitting pretty,
just smiling at me and singing, Meow!
I ask her how, when she licks my finger
her tongue can feel rough, yet still so gentle.
She rubs by my leg, but doesn’t linger,
jumping on the chair. Is this some mental
game you play? I call to her. She never
answers. Just circles round and snuggles down
on the pillow. You think you’re so clever!
I complain. But she just lies there and yawns.
I lean close and tell her, You know I respect
and love you. I’d swear she whispers, You’re purrrr-fect!
Roger Armbrust
March 17, 2012
Monday, March 12, 2012
GET WELL SOON, MOMMY!
I hear your mommy’s been feeling puny.
Oh, I know her sickness can make you sad.
But perk up! Smile and hum her a tuney!
Then watch her face glow like sunlight, so glad
to see you healthy and happy, and hear
your song wishing her well. I’ll bet she may
even laugh out loud, if you dance with cheer
in a turkey trot or graceful ballet.
Spread your arms! Show you can fly like a bird.
Or crawl around on all fours like a pooch.
Then move close and whisper those magic words:
I love you, mom. She may give you a smooch!
Of if she’s too sick to slip you a smack
I’ll bet she can whisper, I love you back!
Roger Armbrust
March 12, 2012
Oh, I know her sickness can make you sad.
But perk up! Smile and hum her a tuney!
Then watch her face glow like sunlight, so glad
to see you healthy and happy, and hear
your song wishing her well. I’ll bet she may
even laugh out loud, if you dance with cheer
in a turkey trot or graceful ballet.
Spread your arms! Show you can fly like a bird.
Or crawl around on all fours like a pooch.
Then move close and whisper those magic words:
I love you, mom. She may give you a smooch!
Of if she’s too sick to slip you a smack
I’ll bet she can whisper, I love you back!
Roger Armbrust
March 12, 2012
THE GIRAFFE
Let’s sing a song for the giant giraffe,
our slow-spinning world’s tallest animal.
It roams Africa on legs long as staffs,
with a body like a humpless camel
and skin patterned like some tan leopard’s spots,
or a brown map with wide cream-filled rivers.
It browses tough twigs from highest tree tops
(even sharpest thorns won’t make it quiver!)
yet it gracefully bends low to chew grass
and sip cool water from smooth-flowing streams.
How can it travel without a compass,
I wonder? When sleeping, does it have dreams?
I’ll ask someday if I ever see one.
Meanwhile I’ll dream what it’s like to be one!
Roger Armbrust
March 12, 2012
our slow-spinning world’s tallest animal.
It roams Africa on legs long as staffs,
with a body like a humpless camel
and skin patterned like some tan leopard’s spots,
or a brown map with wide cream-filled rivers.
It browses tough twigs from highest tree tops
(even sharpest thorns won’t make it quiver!)
yet it gracefully bends low to chew grass
and sip cool water from smooth-flowing streams.
How can it travel without a compass,
I wonder? When sleeping, does it have dreams?
I’ll ask someday if I ever see one.
Meanwhile I’ll dream what it’s like to be one!
Roger Armbrust
March 12, 2012
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