Adult session of Stake Conference with Elder Dallin H Oaks

I will always remember,
And treasure in my heart
The tears in my brother's eyes
As he listened to the Prophet.

poetic horror

Glasswinged she flies
Forever haunted
By the dying lies
Echoing behind her.
And if this isn't a load of tripe,
You can put it through the grinder.

Illusion

Kandukondain! Kandukondain!
I have found it! I have found it!
Tell me truly, have I not found it?
Yes! I have! I have found it in the rain.

Easier said than done.

Sitting in my jeans and a plaid shirt,
Listening to the proclaimers.
I know it isn't healthy,
I know it isn't right,
But I really really wish
I had a date tonight.
All the books tell me
I shouldn't wait around for love
I should go out and chase my dreams.
How do you chase a dream
That isn't anywhere in sight?
I know someday I'll find someone,
But waiting is very hard
When my dreams keep struggling
To leave the dull ground and take flight.

Egg

Smooth and white
It rests in my palm.
A perfect surface
Unbroken.
Strong and fragile,
A promise of life.

Fishermanbait

He decided to stop fishing,
He rarely catches anything.
But today the sunshine lured him out.
He casts his line out the first time,
Then casts it out again.
He feels a tug on the line and reels in
A beautiful golden scaled bass.
He's taken to fishing again,
Hook, line and sinker.

Sunday School lessons.

Today the children taught me.
With their testimonies,
And simple kindnesses,
They humbled me.
I hope I can be as humble,
And as teachable,
As the children who teach me.

Due South

I'm watching
A really dorky old TV show
On Youtube
With my Brother and Sister.
Life is good.

Stuff

Okay, here's a couple of the unposted vacation poems!

Why do those fish keep startling me out of my reverie?

I'm casting my line, again and again.
And the lure skims fitfully
Through the glassy green water.
The fish are striking, again and again,
I'm too preoccupied to catch them.
It doesn't matter.
I am enjoying the company of my thoughts.

Psalm

Oh my father!
I am lost and confused.
The trial of my faith is upon me
And I do not know if I have strength to endure.
Oh Father!
Help me to trust in thy care!
Help me to lean not unto mine own understanding,
But upon thy perfect love.
I want to hope, oh how I long to hope.
I see thy love, I know thy love,
But I cannot see the light
In the darkness that seems my future.


A wet dog

What a look of indignation!
As he stands there, wet and thin.
Some minutes ago he waffled
At the long dock's watery brink
Until someone else precipitated
His dive into the fishy green drink.


And today's poem,

Living in my head.

I'm mostly here
But somewhat there
And a big bit inbetween
The here and now
Is not so nice
As the maybe someday of my dreams.

Sheeeeeeeee's Baaaaaaaack

Don't worry! I haven't forgotten about you! I went on vacation with my family and didn't have access to a computer. But I will be updating with poetry soon! Here's today's poem to tide you over.

Vacation's end for the dog

Sadly he returns
To beanbag and back patio
And mourns the end of fun
Of camping with his family-o
His black nose quivers expectantly
when anyone packs their bags
Then disappointed and left behind
To his bed his feet he drags.

Late night reading

Panda eyed I start my day
Not long after I fell asleep
Books why must you tempt me thus?
Into your plots I sink so deep
I can't pull myself away.

Hat trick

Tip tap the marvelous hat
Will make you dance like fifteen dreams
I won't surmise to say that
It has magical properties but it seems
To be that way!
Just try it on and you will see!
This hat will change your life right quick.
Try a twirl, twist or something silly.
Dance with feet of flames! Snickety snick snick!
You'll only pay
Five bazillion dollars!
What? You don't go in for quick fixes? You LIKE to work?
What a nightmare. I'm leaving for sunnier climes. Goodbye.

What are we doing again?

Flying through the stratosphere
Of undelved discoveries
In a scientific atmosphere
Of rarified pseudo-honesties.
What is truth when rules keep changing
The universe is rearranging
Too constantly to understand
But Man must always seek the whys
And wherefors and thus he tries
To suit the universe to this demand.

Day is done, gone the sun.

I am tired.
Utterly and gloriously exhausted.
My feet hurt and I couldn't care less.
I am ready to go to sleep.
And I will soon.
I will sleep well and deeply,
And then I will wake up and be ready to exhaust myself again.
It is good.

The great bumpersticker massacre

Bumperstickers here and there,
Bumperstickers every where!
Bumperstickers on the bumper
Bumperstickers on the side,
Bumper stickers on the winder,
They're everywhere, you just can't hide!
On the dashboard and the gas flap
Inside, outside of the hatchback.
Bumperstickers round and square,
Bumperstickers everywhere!
Well pour on sticky slimy oil!
Bring some water to a rolling boil!
Armed with fingers, (including nails)
We won't stop 'til we hear wails!
We'll tear them off, peel them off, pull and preen
Until that bumperstickered van is clean!!

Chopping it off

I feel light and free
An impish pixie
Quite stylishly
Showing off my new haircut.

Black dog and the slide. (the flying springboard)

He stands at the bottom,
Head cocked in concentration,
Listening to his small master's voice.
"Black, tsk tsk tsk, black, um ear."
He doesn't understand how, or why.
With a mighty effort the black and white body
Scrambles up and reaches the top.
"Goog Boy. Goog Black goggy."
Is the best sound a puppy can hear.
Now standing at the top he watches in concern
As his friend goes down the slide.
Not one to miss out on the fun he tries it himself.
And realizes if he doesn't jump he'll knock over the boy and be a bad goggy.
With an even mightier effort than before,
He gets his feet under himself and performs a marvelous last minute leap.
He stands at the bottom of the slide, smiling as only a goog boy can, and receives his loves.

Housework

Like the toxic sludge a sink collects
When left to its own devices
When left alone my mind reflects
In a mire of petty vices.
It takes more work than you would think
To keep a clean, healthy mind.
More important work than the kitchen sink
Putting your mind to the daily grind.

Our yard

On the property of our new house there is:
Pink roses, and others that haven't started blooming yet,
White and Ivory columbines,
Purple irises,
Lilies of the valley,
Red tulips in the front,
Pink and yellow in the back,
White and dark purple Lilacs,
Crocuses,
Violets in blue, purple, white, light rose, mauve, and pink,
Daffodils in many shapes, colors and sizes,
Allium,
Big pink hyacinths and little muscari,
Star of Bethlehem,
Coral bells,
Pale pinkish purple phlox,
Blue flax,
Pink dogwoods,
Pale pink rhodedendron,
Hens and chicks,
Flowering sedums,
Candytuft,
Primroses in a variety of colors,
Yellow pansies,
And a few more things that I haven't identified yet.
It is clear to me that whoever lived here before us loved flowers.
We are grateful for the legacy and the ability to keep cut flowers in a vase on the table.

Ode to a dead fish.

You are a very big fish.
You would have made an impressive dish.
But sadly you are dead.
I am sure you would wish
That you weren't such a dead fish,
But your eyes are shriveled in your head.
You were a rainbow trout.
That's a fact I can tout
And not be considered wrong.
It's nothing to cry about,
Although if I stepped on you I'd shout
Because of the dreadful pong.

Adjectively Alliterating Animals

Angry, addled Alligators
Belching, burping Bushbabies
Crazy, clockwork Crocodiles
Daring, dancing Dodobirds
Effusive, elegant Elephants
Fizzy, frolicking Flamingos
Gargantuan Galloping Gazelles!
Happily hicupping Hippopotomus' (mi?)
Irritated, irked, irate Iguanas
Jealous, jiggling Jaguars
Kaftaned, knickerbockered Kangaroos
Loopy, lazy Lemurs
Mousy, mumbling Mongooses
Napping, natal Nudibranchs
Onerous, oblong Orangutans
Plinking, petulant Platypus' (pi?)
Quizzical, queerish Quahogs
Righteous, rankled Reindeer
Slippery, socialized Sables
Tripping, tantalizing Turtles
Undulating, uppity Uakari
Vituperous, vanquishing Vervets
Worried, winsome Wildebeestes
Xenophobic, xanthocarpous Xemes
Yearning, yiddish Yorkies
Zygodactyl, zymogenic Zenaidas

Yesterday's post for the Birthday Boy.

I remember when you were so little
I could hold you asleep and lying down
With only one of my arms.
I remember when you would take my glasses
And slobber all over them.
I remember when you would stick your hands into my face,
Into my mouth, my nose, my ears,
The way you do to the dog now.
I remember when you had a little bald head,
With the soft spot I was afraid for.
Now you're growing so big.
You're kind, sharing your fruit snacks or M&M's.
Your hair is getting so long.
It's yellow and curly, and makes me think of the story you like,
Goldilocks and the three bears.
You love throwing rocks into the water.
Whenever we take Black to the beach,
or walk down to the bridge by the river,
You throw rock, after rock, after rock,
Watching the splashes get carried away by the swift current.
Your favorite thing ever though is Cars.
Lightning McQueen and Mater,
Mister The King.
Even Frank.
Anything that has wheels.
You want to go fast.
You run as fast as you can down the sidewalk,
And it scares me, because sometimes you trip.
But you're always so stoic.
You stand up and say, "Yup, I'm okay."
Brushing off my concern and getting back to the serious business of running.

It's that special time of year

Alright my Darling Dearests!! It's every day in May again! Look forward to the only time of the year where you get a post every day! And today's poem is....


Somewhere over the Rainbow.

Take me over the rainbow she says,
Over the rainbow with you.
Take me over the rainbow she says,
Into the sky so blue.
Oh I'm weary of earth and troubles I see
I'm tired of working and thinking, Take me!
Over the rainbow to somewhere new
Take me, oh take me! Take me with you.