Tuesday, January 6, 2009
THE SOFTEST THINGS
by Noel Martin
May 3, 1989
Snowflakes and cobwebs and fluffy white kittens,
The wool from a sheep that is made into mittens,
Fine feather for down, a moth’s furry wings,
These are a few of the softest of things.
Rose petals, cottontails, a breeze on the beach,
Flannelette and marshmallows, the fuzz on a peach,
Tender young lips that reach up to kiss you,
Teddy bear hugs, Royale Bathroom Tissue.
May 3, 1989
Snowflakes and cobwebs and fluffy white kittens,
The wool from a sheep that is made into mittens,
Fine feather for down, a moth’s furry wings,
These are a few of the softest of things.
Rose petals, cottontails, a breeze on the beach,
Flannelette and marshmallows, the fuzz on a peach,
Tender young lips that reach up to kiss you,
Teddy bear hugs, Royale Bathroom Tissue.
GENEROUS THOUGHTS
by Noel Martin, 2005
I think I shall buy you some flowers, I may
Even buy roses, I really can’t say,
Whichever I choose, I shall buy you a bunch,
I think I shall buy them right after lunch.
Last week’s perfume I almost bought you was nice,
Subtle combination, lilacs and spice,
When I’m back there again, I’ll buy for sure,
I think I shall get you an ounce or more.
I’m thinking I will take you out for a ride,
Rent a limousine, with you by my side,
I know something like that would truly be great,
Maybe next Friday, I mean it, just wait.
I contemplate buying you bushels of stuff,
Yet thinking about it is just not enough,
It is the thought that counts, is what they all say,
But I give you something concrete today.
And given to you freely, right from my heart,
Something that permits me make a fresh start,
Since my wallet is still infested with moths,
From me, with regards, these generous thoughts.
LEARNING TO SAIL ON A REALLY WINDY DAY
by Noel Martin, 2007
See how they sway,
Tossing, frothing with spray,
Exhorting their fellows,
"Get out of the way!"
Up picks the wind,
One small sailboat upends,
Splashing into the waves,
Two sailors it sends.
Teetering mast,
A gust worse than the last,
Threatening novices,
The seconds fly past.
Quick as a wink,
There's two more in the drink,
What squeals of delight,
See how they sway,
Tossing, frothing with spray,
Exhorting their fellows,
"Get out of the way!"
Up picks the wind,
One small sailboat upends,
Splashing into the waves,
Two sailors it sends.
Teetering mast,
A gust worse than the last,
Threatening novices,
The seconds fly past.
Quick as a wink,
There's two more in the drink,
What squeals of delight,
It's good they can't sink.
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