SOME EARLY POEMS, HOPE THEY WILL COME THROUGH!

       

            The mothers in my neighborhood

             Are skilled with stake and twine--

             To brace the wilting sapling straight

             And tie the erring vine...  

 

             The mothers in my neighborhood 

              Are skilled with shears and string--

              To prune the wayward leaning twig

               And nip the buds of spring 

          Reeling

                    I'm drunk on the wines of glory 

                     I'm red-nosed and noble and gay.....

                      So what if I die tomorrow

                     At least I have lived for today

 ________________________________________

           EXCUSE FIO IF YOU'VE READ THIS BEFORE....

                        Immortality

            Do sliming snails dream of snail heaven?       

            Do cows believe in meadows in the sky?        

             Do signing apes imagine life hereafter?

             Are elephants aware they too will die?

           Do animals know more of depth than pain?

           Or was it prime to our ignoble flight 

            From ancient Eden's cursed and blessed tree.           

             That we alone know death and thus know life?

             

               MORE LATER!

       ******************************************************************************************

             WAR CRY!

              I can't march, but I can write

               And I can sing and my pen can bite

               Those those are my only weapons

                         In the time of fight

                To over come wrong

                          And uplift the right! 

**************************************

                      Have I read you this one?

                 I've drunk on the wine of glory

                 I'm red-nosed and wobbly and gay 

                 So what it I die tomorrow

                 At least I have lived for a day!

**************************************

                   My heart is like a little boat. 

                   That sails upon the sea,

                    Rocked by waves and ocean float,

                    Swamped by adversity. 

                    But still the staunchest little boat

                    That ever sailed the sea

                      SOME OF MY POEMS ARE GETTING LOST BECAUSE I'VE FORGOTTEN HOW                       TO GET TO THEM. HELP!

MOVING FORWARD BY MOVING BACKWARD

 Hey there, guess what! Your favorite (Fiorella hopes) correspondent is swinging to a new mood, and she'll be pulling some of her old favorites out for you to enjoy or no, like as follows:

          

            

            The Lightbringer

             Because they do not want

             To bother with the shades,

              My children squint and grope about 

              In the darkened house every morning,

              So every dawn

               I go to the windows

               And raise the shades myself

               To let the sun shine on their lives 

 

                Reeling

                I'm flying on winds of glory

                 I'm red-nosed and wobbly and gay

                 What if I die tomorrow?

                 At least I have lived for today!

                Immortality

                Do slimming snails dream of snail heaven?

                Do cows believe in meadows in the sky?

                Do designing apes imagine life hereafter?

                Do elephants aware they too will die?

               Do animals know of death than pain?

               Do animals know more of death than pain?

               Or was it prime in our ignoble flight

               From ancient Eden's cursed and blessed tree,

              That we alone know death and thus know life?

''

           ****************************************