Blessed with family… a song

PJ and Charlotte

(Photo courtesy of The Catania family)

 

PEEKABOO

I see you, peekaboo, my little one

Your precious smile it just lights up the room

Heaven surely shone on me when He delivered you

I see you, peekaboo, my baby girl

 

Once in a while we only see what is before us

Once in a while we get caught up in the race

Once in a while we realize how blessed it is to be

Part of something bigger than just the you and just the me

 

I see you, peekaboo, my little one

Your precious smile it just lights up the room

Heaven surely shone on me when He delivered you

I see you, peekaboo, my baby girl

 

I see you, peekaboo, my little one

Your tiny laugh fills me with never ending joy

Heaven surely shone on me when He delivered you

I see you, peekaboo, my baby boy

 

Sitting on my lap and watching cartoons playing

Up on my shoulders so you see your sister dance

I know there is a heaven every time I see your face

And I thank God for ever giving me a chance, oh oh

 

I see you, peekaboo, my little one

Your tiny laugh fills me with never ending joy

Heaven surely shone on me when He delivered you

I see you, peekaboo, my baby boy

 

I see you, peekaboo, you are so tiny

And through the years I know you’ll find your way

But right now Papa’s gonna hold you tightly in his arms

With joyful tears rolling down his face

 

I see you, peekaboo, my little ones

Your precious smiles they got me through the days

You gave to me the best thing that a man could ever have

I see you, peekaboo

I see you, peekaboo

I see you, peekaboo

I’m on my way….

If you are wondering…

Dear Reader,

If you are wondering what inspired today’s post “Oblique” I must say that I really have nothing to point to other than a random “poem” that I had no direction or idea for writing.  On the plus side… I felt as though it was something so different that it opened my eyes to a different form or writing.  Truly, poetic license was exercised on this one!

Regardless, my son reassured me that this type of poetry is more popular than I might imagine.  Well, as good as I believe my imagination to be I’m not so sure, but…

I hope you enjoyed the “poem,” or you at least got a good head scratch out of it.  Who knows… maybe I’ll hatch another one day!

God bless,

Kev

Oblique… a poem?

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OBLIQUE

The counterfeit spy invaded my privacy in a public place while I was alone discussing music composition with the telemarketer drinking coffee at the liquor store inside the car dealership.  Her name was Ed, but she preferred blue over the pickled herring that a grizzly cast off while up on the high wire surfing the web for cocktail dresses called road hazard.  And, no, I don’t recall the question.  Would you mind repeating it?  My door was locked and the batteries for the smoke detector had salami for breakfast after the blitz happened in Egypt during the ice storm.  My moon isn’t the same any longer since they changed the light bulbs into a roundabout.  Yes!  I do prefer the vintage.  Thank you!

 

 

 

 

 

 

My local brewery… a poem

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GOING FOR BROKERAGE

(Written by Kevin D Parish for Brokerage Brewing Company)

 

I’m going for Brokerage to have a good time

With Corey and Dustin and maybe with Brian

Laura and Stacy sometimes pull the taps

All kinds of flavors for growlers with caps

 

I’m going for Brokerage to have me a pint

To meet up with friends and neighbors of mine

What is the flavor this week going be

No one will know it’s all up to Corey

 

I’m going for Brokerage when my day is through

They’re already open what else can I do

Indulge in the latest some bitter some sweet

I’m going for Brokerage please save me a seat

Inspired… a poem

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THESE HANDS

These hands

These hands once had form without cognition of their use

These hands

These hands once held my mother and father through all kinds of weather – and life

These hands

These hands learned to work as tools to feed and accomplish for me

These hands

These hands coordinated with my eyes to write, count, play, touch and pray

These hands

These hands sent shockwaves of marvelous sensations when they first held hers

These hands

These hands gave meaning to life in the sense of touch on her skin

These hands

These hands taught me the worth of self in providing for the ones I love through their work

These hands

These hands were overcome with love in its truest form when holding my newborn child

These hands

These hands understand that feeling of my mother and father when the first time they felt them in theirs

These hands

These hands attempted but could hold back the tears that fell when I lost my parents

These hands

These hands, now wrinkled and misshapen have seen a lifetime of learning and loving

These hands

These hands that now lay neatly folded against my chest have truly lived – These hands.

Whimsy… a silly little poem

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WHIMSY

Whimsy, the heron fell off of his perch, flailing, ker-sploosh, to the water.

Blub-blubbing out bubbles below were the fish laughing harder, and harder and harder.

Delighted old otter, who just happened by, as the heron made his poor landing.

Faltered was he, his eyes didn’t see, but the boulder gave him understanding.

Further on down, a fish they call clown, observed up above the commotion.

How special a way, to start off the day, too bad they don’t live in the ocean.

On a limb high above, observant a dove, noticed what happened below her.

Coo-cooing was she, far up in that tree, no one saw her lose her composure.

Debacles like this, are usually missed, and nature she just carries onward.

But once in a while, she gives up a smile, and leaves us in awe and in wonder.

Now, seldom is heard, of the skinny old bird, who fell off his perch on that day.

Let’s give him a shout, and pull him back out, so he can fly far, far away…

Constantine… a church choir song

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CONSTANTINE

 

In my hands…

I hold the power…

In my hands…

I hold the world….

In my heart…

Christ lives forever…

So it was said…

And so foretold…

 

Let them believe…

Let them have life…

Let them be one…

Let them survive…

Let them worship He who gave them life…

Let them have their daily high…

Let them believe…

In the One who died…

 

I choose not to be like the ones before me…

I choose to let my people live and to be…

There is a power higher than – the one I have here now…

One that only Christians know…

One that sets them free…

 

Let them believe…

Let them have life…

Let them be one…

Let them survive…

Let them worship He who gave them life…

Let them have their daily high…

Let them believe…

In the One who died…

 

Let them believe… *(Halleluiah)

Let them have life… *(Praise the Lord)

Let them be one…* (Halleluiah)

Let them survive… *(Praise the Lord)

*Let them worship He who gave them life…

*Let them have their daily high…

*Let them believe…

*In the One who died…

Let them believe… *(Halleluiah)

Let them have life… *(Praise the Lord)

Let them be one…* (Halleluiah)

Let them survive… *(Praise the Lord)

*Let them worship He who gave them life…

*Let them have their daily high…

*Let them believe…

*In the One who died… *(Halleluiah…. Amen)

 

*Choral choir sings