TWISTERS

by LaRue Watts

When I was a child we feared each summer storm.
Tornados called twisters were sometimes the norm.
And tongue twisters could be a bit of a chore.
With "She selling seashells down by the shore."
In college, a parlor game...spots on a sheet
Had choices for placement of both hands and feet.
Still later a dance called the twist was the craze.
So twisters have been with us numerous ways.
But lately, it seems there's a new one to add.
To my way of thinking, decidedly bad.
The twisters of truth, the out and out lie
Can cause more destruction than those from the sky.
We must be alert to this villainous strain
Or there'll be no rainbow after this reign.

CHANGE

by LaRue Watts

Everything changes.  Everything grows.
Seed becomes stem becomes bud becomes rose.
Rose becomes briar and so on it goes.
Everything, everything changes.

But changes can also be all for the best
If you put what's behind you, at long last, to rest.
Come into your own.  Make time for a quest.
Everything, everything changes.

Come out,
Out of the dark.
Look for a spark.
Come out.

Come to,
Coping anew.
Hoping for you.
Come to.

Come up,
Up to the skies,
Up for a prize.
Come up.

Come on,
On with a flair,
Double down dare.
Come on.

Come true.
Make your debut.
Miracle's do
Come true.

Come in,
Into the fold.
Be big and bold.
Come in.

Come through,
Finding your stride,
On for the ride.
Come through.

Everything changes.  Everything should.
Standing in place only shows where you stood.
You have to evolve to do anything good.
Everything, everything changes.

THE CLOWN

by LaRue Watts

The clown, in the classical sense of the word
Has a laughing face.
He mirrors the madness that may have occurred
In the human race.
Well, I'm
A master of mime.
Look at me.
What do you see?
A prisoner of paint?
A saw-dusted saint?
A babe who was born to be me?

The clown, in the classical sense of the word
May be bold or shy.
He delights in deciding the world is absurd
As a custard pie.
Well, I'm
A master of mime.
Look around.
What have you found?
A champion of chintz?
A prat-falling prince?
A stilted boy high off the ground?

The clown, the sculptor shaping the clay,
Turning tears into toys made of papier mache.
But what if my touch becomes a touche.
And my smile morphs into a frown?
Will you still see in me, the clown?

The clown, in the classical sense of the word
Cannot ever cry.
Without his emotions defined and deferred,
He would surely die.
Yes, I'm
A master of mime.
Look at me.
What do you see?
Some devilish dunce with dependable wit?
A man doing stunts other men won't forget?
While others may laugh, I have to admit
It is freeing
In being
The clown.

NUTS

by LaRue Watts

In each bag of peanuts, a circus is living.
Pecan pie can polish off any Thanksgiving.
Without walnut pieces, a Waldorf is dead.
Try pine nuts on pizza with sauce, white or red.
While roasting of chestnuts lend Yuletide some crunch
And almonds bring joy to the candy bar bunch,
Brazils and the lychee nuts both aim to please.
But cashews to me sound like some sort of sneeze.
I'm sure that sweet hazel was named for a maid
And Coke shows that kola nuts can make the grade.
So set free pistachios out of their shell.
Salute macadamia's tropical spell,
For nuts are the best and quite healthy. it's true,
But my favorite nuts are still just me and you!

But my favorite nuts are just me and you.

THE PRIMARY THOUGHTS AND RANDOM MUSINGS OF SAINT JOAN, PRIOR TO BEING BURNED AT THE STAKE

By LaRue Watts

We could use a little rain.
We could use an April shower.
Any rain that will restrain this bane, I deign
Should be here within the hour.

We could use a little storm.
Darker clouds would be relieving
Plus a storm would really warm the former norm
That I had when I was breathing.

We would really benefit
If a hurricane should hit.
We could surely have it made
If you'd rain on my crusade.
I'd adore to see a squall.
Nothing long.  You needn't time it.
Any squall that could forestall it all, some call
An appalling change of climate.
We could use a little rain.
Any pouring-down'll  do
My dear Lord, it's up to you.
We are near "Auf widersehen."

We would really be attuned
To a tidal wave typhoon.
We're a cinch to say "Amen"
When you drench us to the skin.
We'd adore one little drop
For out quota's not at yearly.
Any drop that's gonna plop will stop yon fop
From igniting yours sincerely.

Lord, give a little spritz.
Open up your heart and show a
Faith in me, the shoe that fits,
Let me be another Noah.

We could use a little rain.
We would settle for a sprinkle
And I hope I'm not a pain
But I'm much to scared to tinkle
Though I'm normally a drain.
We could use a little rain.

TO AND FRO

by LaRue Watts

We were a pair for many years.
The number? Forty-four.
We had our laughs. We had our tears,
Domestic peace and war.
We made a stir and scaled some heights
But avalanched back down
Then, rose undaunted by the fights
And re-attained the crown.
While some days whimpered, some days roared.
I'd hope t'would never cease.
We lived the life we could afford:
Domestic war and peace.
Yet, there are things I truly rue
Within our ebb and flow,
The quiet days he never knew
How much I loved him so.

A GREEN WISH

by LaRue Watts

At the end of the rainbow, believe it or not,
There's corned beef and cabbage inside of that pot.
With soda bread baking and Guinness on ice,
A leprechaun's waiting to hand out advice
To each bonnie lad and every colleen,
"Remember St. Patrick.  Go bragh and go green."
May shamrocks, shillelaghs, shenanigans, too
Bring just a wee bit of old Ireland to you.

COME SUNDAY MORNING

by LaRue Watts

I'll soon be in the dark again,
So lost, I must resign
To living just like other men
In Daylight Savings Time.