We're riding the crests of
their current--a sisterhood
of scandalous gossip
and glistening eyes
heartache and cheesecake
Dirty diapers and temper tantrums
Childbirth, party tips,
and the only right answer
to the question that's
plagued us for years:
Does this skirt make my ass look big?
First a smile erupts,
then another, till we're
wagging our jaws and
straining our necks
A rush-storm of laughter
both bursting and rare
It spills over our faces,
this chorus of rolling delight
Till long after we're gone
Is it more telling to judge a thing not for the thing that it is,
But rather to judge the thing by the people that are drawn to the thing in question?
Not judging a show by the story or scenes, but by those standing in line.
Nor judging a song by the rhythm or beat, but by those singing along.
Instead of judging a tree by the fruit that in season it doth bare,
Judging the tree by those who partake and partake and partake again.
Do you desire to partake of the fruit of which he or she partook and partook?
Or do you believe ‘their tastes are too plain,’ and thus...try another tree.
What would this method of judging say of the things you hold most dear?
Without saying a word, what would your friends have to say about you?
Could this means of judging things become your guiding star?
Could you find some fellows who’s opinions and actions are true,
And once discovered with watchful eye take note of all they do?
Then be as they be and do what they do and soon enough you’ll find
This simple way of judging things will land you in good company.
One of our fellow members of book club is a songwriter! You can listen to her song, with music, here:http://marketingwizardsalliance.com/song2.mp3
Ode to Action
by _____________, age 16
Her name was _____, she was rad;
She wanted action really bad.
With anyone, with Steve or Rex,
Some action, please, but never sex.
Her friends would tell her of their kiss
And she would sigh with longing bliss.
O action! she would stand and scream,
It is of you I often dream!
Am I so ugly and so base
That no one wants to suck my face?
And so I am content to yearn
Until, at last, it is my turn.
It is fall the leaves are turning
Each leafs a new example of change
I am as the tree is clinging
Holding on through the disarray
Yet Spring will bring another life
Green will replace the barreness
Of Winter's cold enduring strife
and all feelings of emptiness
The rain may purify the earth
Depending on your lucky star
For Spring is time for the rebirth
A time to erase all the scars.
Can I keep this summer season
If not so what is the reason?
Joyful, Joyful, child we adore thee
Child of mercy, laughter and light
Since your birth our arms enfold you
We pledge to love you with all our might
You explore the world around you
Makes us laugh with each new day
Your eyes of wonder, cheeks of laughter
Remind to love more perfectly
God gave children, we see clearly
Hold them tight and keep them near
We’re so grateful for you our baby
We feel lucky you are here.
__________The kitchen Is my stage;
The microwave, my audieNce.
_______Like the climax Of an old
_____At the peak of my Performance I cry, “Beat it!”
__________My breath fOgging my reflection
_________In the microPhone.