| SWEET SIXTEEN Prettiest of girls a young miss now waiting off -stage to take her bow; In high heel shoes full length gown a little mascara brown hair brushed down; Gone are the days of diapers and cries gone are the freckles pigtails, mud pies; Gone is the little one with hands on her hips stubborn defiance rushing through fixed lips; Gone are the days when she saddled high while I pranced around grunting neighs, groaning sighs; "Money for ice cream hurry! There's the bell," A quarter for a ride on the whirling carousel; "Get it for me , Daddy Oh, I want it so," "But princess, its expensive! Will you cash a check, Joe? "Can't come in , Daddy I'm taking a shower" How many times I bathed you when you were a little flower; But that was yesterday Now, eyes open wide gazing at the world wond'ring what's inside; Blow out all the candles close your eyes, wish a dream, the world's a little nearer when you're sweet sixteen, fjd for Georgette Ina 1/14/19?? |
REQUIEM OF WINTER Yellow hooded daffodils green tunics wet with dew Magnolia candelabras Hyacinths that Apollo grew ! Crocuses on tiptoes Tulips stretching for a view all wave at winter's funeral through snowflake tears, Adieu, fjdiscala |
TIME WAS I stood above and cried in front of me, side by side, was mom & dad and, next to them, lay I; None of us dead yet and that was why I cried for all my life I climbed a ladder to reach dollars, always climbing for unknown to me the, the ladder was endless in the sky. And, as I ascended I saw my friends go hurtling by over the side; "stop! Wait! I want to talk" I cried, "Too late, too late" each in turn replied, And, so my mom and dad will go as my little ones will surely grow And, as I climb for the summit of the sky I must pause and take a dollar bill to dry my eyes fjd |
| THE FIRST SYMPHONY In the beginning HE was alone and, after He had made light and night mountains and cascading fountains and, the fascination wore- until it became a bore He discovered the earth's beard which was being seared charcoal black by the yolk of the sun, He decided (none too soon) it needed cover, So, He took His first finger and thumb (now, you know He really didn't have one) And, said "A la ga fee" And, He created the tree; little ones, big ones, fat ones skinny ones, and all bare ones; but this wouldn't do, since the heat licked through like a flame on its way to a burning. So, He created a few trillion limb covers; And, while He was sitting back, (figuratively speaking), admiring His new toys, He suddenly became very, very warm, He haaadn't worked like that in 5,000 years which caused Him to sneeze creating a breeze which He noticed wheezed as the breeze flew through His trees; He liked the sound down there on the ground especially the harmony of the wind and the waves and the trees. So, He snatched a large branch from His nouveau riche ranch and, He conducted His first symphony And, He was so engrossed and, I guess He felt gauche about this beautiful blunder that He the accidentally created thunder; for He neglected to steer His clouds that then became entangled in a wild traffic jam like the carnival scooters they went bam, bam, bam! And, He was so carried away by mixed emotions of love and pain that He cried (figuratively speaking) and, He created rain. fj |
PLAYTIME PLAYTIME How insecure is a little child, how marvelously honest and free as he gropes his way towards the grown-up world learning to lose his identity; Oh , let me converse with a little girl nurse or a fireman driving his truck small mamas and papas vendors, hop-scotchers some kids have all the luck; I’d rather play with a child all day whose heart's full of love and song, than argue the reasons men work for all seasons or whats morally right or wrong. , So dear little one, be shy and be gay the world needs the love you enjoy for the world that you'll live in is no place to play in; have fun little girl little boy. fjd |
CAROL & TOM First, she stops a speeding car then, he catches a falling star then you smell the flowers in bloom so happy you're both dancing in your room Across the continents you've flown London, Paris, St. Bart's, Rome; traversing oceans in a yacht or riding horseback on your lot; Now, its time to settle down put away the rhinestone gown empty bedrooms are a bore! time to say: Je t'adore. Here's a message from a dove to you who wear the look of love, you've had two years of fun, fun, fun; now , you need a son, son, son! or, a daughter, daughter, daughter! fjd |
I LOVE TO LOVE YOU WITH MY HANDS |
THE EGG & THE FRYING PAN "I must admit it stings a bit" said the egg to the frying pan. fjd |
A Christmas Greeting The artificial Christmas tree with golden balls stood lonely in the bank building near bare-assed walls; outside a red-nosed santa in a wilted, worn red suit said 'merry Christmas, rang a bell and, ate his yellow fruit barely visible white flakes fell gently like soft rain, fall-out, air pollution or Mary mop-shaking again? the little child cries bitterly her skinny dog lies dead. run over by a red suit in a rein- deer driven sled and, as they disappeared o'er the run- down, beat up shacks the little child yelled "f--- off, you bastard and don't come back !" fjd |
| THE CLOUD AND THE MOUNTAIN Let us come then you and me where the evening is spread against the sea like a cloud squashed up/on a mountain and love. fjd |
THROUGH GOOD TIMES & BAD TIMES THROUGH GOOD TIMES AND BAD TIMES THE YEARS CAREENED BY LIKE A SPEEDING ROCKET CLIMBING A LIMITLESS SKY WE ADDED FOUR JEWELS TO OUR NEST ON THE LANE WHO GAVE US MUCH HAPPINESS AND SOMETIMES A LITTLE PAIN NOW THEY’VE DEPARTED TO A LIFE OF THEIR OWN LIKE WILD WEEDS THEY LEAVE WEATHERED AND GROWN AND YOU MY LOVE NO LONGER NINETEEN ARE STILL THE MOST BEAUTIFUL GIRL I HAVE EVER SEEN AND I LOVE TO LOOK UPON YOUR PERFECTLY FORMED FACE WITH A BODY TO MATCH AND YOUR UNFAILING GRACE THE WAVES OF MY HEART THE CREST OF MY LOVE RISES TO HONOR THE WOMAN I LOVE BRILLIANT, PERSONABLE LOVER OF MINE I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER TO THE END OF TIME |