THERE ARE SOME DAYS

by LaRue Watts

There are some days I wake depressed
Without an urge for "up and dressed."
The ceiling fan, my morning friend
Spins thoughts for me that may impend
A sense of doom and dire days,
Filled up with gloom, that hellish haze.
I ponder what the day will bring
When 'neath my window, no birds sing.
There are some days I'm so forlorn
That dreams, asunder have been torn.
I lie in bed and curse my fate
And long to visit heaven's gate.
And yet, how bad the day may seem,
It starts to wane with some caffeine
Then, suddenly I've naught to lose
As coffee cures those morning blues
And sunshine showers me with rays.
'Tis here... one of those other days!

HOSANNA

by LaRue Watts

He is risen!  Shout it out!
Let all your voices sing!
His Easter shadow is about.
So celebrate His Spring,
That joy, a new beginning,
The start of some new story,
A prelude to our winning
The power of His glory.
When love lies deep within our hearts,
It aches to be released.
Who takes a chance on second starts
Will see that love increased.
Then, duty says we share this bliss
And spread it far and wide
Perchance a hug, perhaps a kiss
Each one can turn a tide,
Deliver us from hating
And cure our ills and woes.
So, therefore, I am stating
What everybody knows.....
Beneath the shadow of the Son,
We are what God has made.
Until our life on earth is done
Take comfort is his shade.

DRUGS

by LaRue Watts

There's now a pill for every ill, my TV says these days
They have those names that sound so odd, Entresto and Flonase.
And Jardiance, Trulicity and others of that sort
Are peddled to the masses right along with Symbicort.
But "Caveat emptor," to you for there are side effects
Like nausea, a rash or chills and loss of wanting sex.
A fever, dehydration or drowsiness as well
Can make the cure, I'm almost sure seem like a living hell.
The worst of these (along with death) is uncontrolling poop.
So I, for one, will stick with mom and just have chicken soup.

TV THEN

by LaRue Watts

I miss TV from days gone by.
When I was just a sprout.
Permit me now, to tell you why
If there was any doubt.....
Sullivan on Sunday night,
Mouseketeers each day,
Everything was black and white
And simpler, I would say.
When Roy and Dale sang "Happy Trails"
I longed to be out west.
My dreams were filled with fairy tales
From Disney at his best.
I laughed at Benny, Gleason, too,
The Nelsons and the Beav
And everything from DesiLu
Was easy to believe.
"I've Got a Secret?" It was fun
To watch the panel guess
And "Wagon Train" had quite a run.
I watched it, I confess.
"To Tell The Truth" and "Surfside Six"
Were others I recall,
It was a rather special mix
Of new shows every fall.
Then, color came and I was game.
The peacock network grew. 
Alas, today, it's not the same
Though beautiful to view.
Reality has now become
My fantasies of yore.
The "Housewives" and "Survivors" numb
And Opie is no more.
Kardashians are now the boss
Of what's on my TV.
But aren't we all at such a loss
From how things used to be?

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.