Wiggly Fish

Once there was a peculiar fish –
his name was wiggly fish.
His best friend was goosefish,
who had a pet catfish.
His best friend’s favorite color was whitefish,
while wiggly’s favorite color is bluefish.
At night he wishes upon starfish
and believes in God and has a angelfish.
He was very strong, so no one called him a weakfish.
Wiggly’s cousin had a pet dogfish,
who loved reading about kingfish!

Wiggly traveled all the seas with globefish
and loved warm weather with other sunfish.
He helped build walls with rockfish and
he swam in circles and did not want to be a flatfish!
He loves balloons and is helped by blowfish
and fashions giving gifts with ribbonfish.
He doesn’t fight, especially with swordfish!
He loves peanut butterfish and jellyfish ~
and knows how to ride a bicycle and peddlefish.
Wiggly always admired lionfish
and had lots of money and goldfish.
He loves his Mom, cuttlefish –
have you ever seen a sawfish?

Can you think of any other fish,
my sweetheart, babyfish?

Note: all names of fish listed in this poem are actual names of fish found in the dictionary and or literature.

My Little Kitten

My little kitten slouches too,
scratches at my brand-new shoe.

She rests beside me on the bed,
she hugs and needs the cotton thread.

She purrs and purrs as an engine could,
so I kept her warm as a mother would.

Soon she’ll wake to drink warm milk, my ball
of yarn she thinks to find and tumbles around,
always into something like the mitten found.
Once lost, even she jumps! However, does not fall.

The Mother Tree

The Mother Tree destroys
all evil, to restore joy
in this world. The light
at the tree’s point of height
over shadows the dark.

I am devoted to the hope
of light in a kaleidoscope.
The color mosaic leaves
a space, my eye perceives.

While if we understood
our love, as sap from wood –
billions of trees and leaves
would illuminate to relieve.

We are all widely loved,
with watercolor light above –
this is our beloved tree-trunk
and wild flower treasure trove.

Dance

The leaves are dancing
hundreds are twirling
colored clothes and coats –

Our Divine Lord’s Host.
The fountain is clapping
and lightly tapping –

The summer or fall
it’s a sequence ball.
The bird’s ivory down
toe to toe with earth’s gown

The Day

This rising sun has begun –
God gives allotted space
to fulfill his will and grace.

Some ache in sadness
Some tremor with stress
A minute’s headdress,
while others kindness –

In all of this holy moment –
to reduce the dark to pigment,
this here an instrument.

In this house of optics
a fashioned lament.