After midnight, under moon
As we venture unto doom
Charming countenance, soothing voice
Smothers scream behind rejoice
Pretty pictures in the glass
Hold our futures and our past
Stolen moments crumble by
Without focus, with ne'er a sigh
Hide beneath the blankets soft
Gross with comfort, unknown the cost
Eyes bewitched by beauty's skin
Virtue flounders and covers sin
The world revealed does not exist
But it enchants us with its kiss
Poison arrow will each us fell
If we do not resist... The Spell.
Notes from an administrative assistant who once worked for the United Church of Canada.
Tuesday, January 13, 2015
Thursday, January 8, 2015
Super Cow blog
So I've finally put all my super cow comics on one page. There's a couple of new ones there as well. Check 'em out. Hopefully there'll be even more.... soon.... well... someday at least. ;O) http://supercowcomic.blogspot.ca/
Monday, November 24, 2014
Super Cow #8
Here's the next installation of Super Cow. Remember to click on the image to make it big enough to read. ;O)
Tuesday, September 23, 2014
Fall
Dry fluttering colours till
The senses with crisp and chill
Memories arise clear and filled
With family drives and apple pies and misty river mills
Fall the weather
Fall the leaf
Fall the stumble
Fall the teeth
Forest carpet, orange and red
Cleanses the mind of useless dread
Rustling music fills my head
Sharpens thoughts, like energy shots; the dregs of sadness shed
Fall the weather
Fall the leaf
Fall the stumble
Fall the grief
The senses with crisp and chill
Memories arise clear and filled
With family drives and apple pies and misty river mills
Fall the weather
Fall the leaf
Fall the stumble
Fall the teeth
Forest carpet, orange and red
Cleanses the mind of useless dread
Rustling music fills my head
Sharpens thoughts, like energy shots; the dregs of sadness shed
Fall the weather
Fall the leaf
Fall the stumble
Fall the grief
Music is All Around
Above the light
Almost Front and Central
Mainly in the heart of town
Staring at treetops
Talking to Chimney Swifts
as they make their chimney swift sounds
Music is all around
It's all around me
Music is all around
I try to sing with it
Sometimes I'm right in it
Sometimes I'm too busy feeling down
I wanna harmonize
and synchronize
But can't memorize worth a damn
Please don't sympathize
Just turn those eyes
And mesmerize this little lamb
Music is all around
It's all around me
Music is all around
Bright up my chorus
Be my song forest
Be my light and my sound
Be the light
Refresh the night
Reset the moon and stars
Don't be right
Just be the shining knight
To the fireflies caught in jars
Music is all around
It's all around me
Music is all around
Please sing me in it
Sing me each minute
In the music I am found
Almost Front and Central
Mainly in the heart of town
Staring at treetops
Talking to Chimney Swifts
as they make their chimney swift sounds
Music is all around
It's all around me
Music is all around
I try to sing with it
Sometimes I'm right in it
Sometimes I'm too busy feeling down
I wanna harmonize
and synchronize
But can't memorize worth a damn
Please don't sympathize
Just turn those eyes
And mesmerize this little lamb
Music is all around
It's all around me
Music is all around
Bright up my chorus
Be my song forest
Be my light and my sound
Be the light
Refresh the night
Reset the moon and stars
Don't be right
Just be the shining knight
To the fireflies caught in jars
Music is all around
It's all around me
Music is all around
Please sing me in it
Sing me each minute
In the music I am found
Something About August
- inspired by Tanis MacPhail, written Aug 4, 2014
The cicadas song
awakens old summer past
Lemonade on lawns
of dry, mowed grass
Hide and seek games
dawdle just around the corner
Novel pages ruffle
in the window-seated dormer
There's something about August
As bees bumble flowered tracks
Something about August
That brings the memories back.
The cicadas song
awakens old summer past
Lemonade on lawns
of dry, mowed grass
Hide and seek games
dawdle just around the corner
Novel pages ruffle
in the window-seated dormer
There's something about August
As bees bumble flowered tracks
Something about August
That brings the memories back.
Tuesday, August 5, 2014
God's Teeth
My gums are going rotten and my teeth are falling out
My hair is turning grayer and my stature's growing stout
Small print is getting smaller while my eyes are bugging out
God's Teeth! I'm getting older... it makes me wanna shout
...and cry and sigh and moan and groan
And basically feel sorry for myself
But I will try to smile a while
And try to face the fact
That everyone's on the exact
Same road of life that only leads to failing health
My bones are getting brittle, my ears have no more sound
My mind has lost its marbles and my thoughts keep spinning 'round
About the fact I'm almost 50. "That's not old" some will expound
But being half a century is too much for this clown
God's teeth! I'm getting older.
Time keeps picking up the speed
Blast & heck! Darn & freck!
Hells bells!!!!! God's Teeth!
My hands have started shaking, my glowing health has fled
I think I'll take a little nap and rest my weary head
My body's always aching, I don't wanna leave my bed
Holy cow it may be possible that I'm already dead!
...so sigh and cry and groan and moan
While basically I'm taking my last breath
But I will try to smile a while
And try to face the fact
That everyone's on the exact
Same road of life that only leads to death
I don't mean to be so blithe
But we won't make it out alive
Yup, it's time to ponder
That all of us are gonners
Blast & heck! Darn & freck!
Hells bells!!!!! God's Teeth!
My hair is turning grayer and my stature's growing stout
Small print is getting smaller while my eyes are bugging out
God's Teeth! I'm getting older... it makes me wanna shout
...and cry and sigh and moan and groan
And basically feel sorry for myself
But I will try to smile a while
And try to face the fact
That everyone's on the exact
Same road of life that only leads to failing health
My bones are getting brittle, my ears have no more sound
My mind has lost its marbles and my thoughts keep spinning 'round
About the fact I'm almost 50. "That's not old" some will expound
But being half a century is too much for this clown
God's teeth! I'm getting older.
Time keeps picking up the speed
Blast & heck! Darn & freck!
Hells bells!!!!! God's Teeth!
My hands have started shaking, my glowing health has fled
I think I'll take a little nap and rest my weary head
My body's always aching, I don't wanna leave my bed
Holy cow it may be possible that I'm already dead!
...so sigh and cry and groan and moan
While basically I'm taking my last breath
But I will try to smile a while
And try to face the fact
That everyone's on the exact
Same road of life that only leads to death
I don't mean to be so blithe
But we won't make it out alive
Yup, it's time to ponder
That all of us are gonners
Blast & heck! Darn & freck!
Hells bells!!!!! God's Teeth!
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