Thoughts 6

Thoughts 6

Laugh Within Your Heart

Smiling comes with a grin,

curving the lips up like a cup

that becomes infectious to all.

laugh within your heart...

Your laughter is always inside

just waiting to come out

and soon the merriment starts.

laugh within your heart...

First its a little hee hee -

a hey, drifting into louder

audible sounds

laugh within your heart...

It's creating a state not been in

a long while. Happiness is looking up!

Soon its contagious and you have a ball.

laugh within your heart...

Others whose happiness has died

will keep up a roaring bout

spilling smiles from their hearts.

laugh within your heart...

Always you will hear hurrah

we almost split our belt buckles

when your laughter made the rounds.

laugh within your heart...

© Julia A Knaake

The Garden Riders

Hello my name is Colette but call me Gigi

I love my rider and his gentle caressing touch

I am a motorcycle riding down the road

winding, twisting and turning every curve

My bright color is sexy candy apple red

we stop in the country in a colorful garden

The flowers are bold, ugly the will never be

the trees sway and the grasses are so mild

We stop to rest under the tall leafy trees

I rest and cool down while he has some lunch

My owner is pleasing and good to me

keeping me in running order very much

My rider is wiry and not a heavy load

he's smart and safe but with lots of nerve

A rider must be joyful and lively and not dead

our love for one another will never harden

My tires are the best that take us to see

all the countryside on roads that are wild

Riding along and singing in the cool breeze

my owner and I really like each other a bunch

© Julia A Knaake

Can collector

Tirelessly up and down the street

Mr. Sid busily collected the cans

toiling with his endless energy too.

collecting cans all day long.....

Every day he continually rummaged in and out

looking through all the boxes and large bins

walking the long streets with a shopping cart.

collecting cans all day long.....

His appearance is shabby but very clean

and to everyone he happens to greet

he will give all a large infectious smile.

collecting cans all day long..

...

Never from his mouth is anything obscene

even if someone spouts "you dirty bum"

you see he is not a bum, just a little poor.

collecting cans all day long.....

People notice his shoes big for his feet

others notice he also collects pans

for various animals and his dog "Boo".

collecting cans all day long....

.

" Mr. Sid, Mr Sid" all the children shout

circling around like sharks with big fins

they love him and he is so kind with a big heart.

collecting cans all day long...

..

He talks to them about not being hurtful or mean

then gives them balloons as they run down the street

waving and laughing because that's his style.

collecting cans all day long...

..

One day, in spanking brand new clothes, he was seen

collecting cans but in a truck, as he was not dumb

he won the big Lottery and was poor no more.

collecting cans all day long.....

© Julia A Knaake

Circle of you

Where does the future

of any human take them

when they walk the

twisting winding roads

of their life through

the ups and downs

of everyday living

turning at each bend in the path.

It is a fact that you are born live and die.

No one of us are able to change this cycle.

There is no way possible

because it is fact not fiction.

Some are born with a silver spoon

getting everything they desire

while others have nothing

but struggles every moment of their life.

Often the life you live is through circumstances

beyond your control often repeated by your

care takers although many pull out of this

repetitious circle making their lives better

and more bearable throughout the years.

When death finally takes you

often there are words about you

kind or unkind bringing you home full circle.

Do you know the circle of you?

© Julia A Knaake

Taunting to rule

the fear still lingers in the background

tauntingly reminding you what was there

with the mental and physical scars

...fear still taunting to rule

the slightest memory of an event

will open the forgotten memory banks

stiffening your nerves opening your senses

...fear still taunting to rule

the hairs on the back of the neck are wound up

and you pull and twist at your hair

the thoughts and memory of it still mars

...fear still taunting to rule

trying to forget is good for a difficult dent

and is working because you give thanks to friends

who help mending your fences

...fear still taunting to rule

© Julia A Knaake