Looking out in starry night
Children stare into the dark
Snow flakes fall from distant sky
And blanket the earth in white
Bitter cold falls on the earth
Silence falls on rushing chatter
Making plans to seize the day
When we celebrate His birth
A child we worship and remember
Surrounded by a stable’s smell
Wrapped in blankets tightly held
As he peers upon the earth
The Savior born the Son of God
A bridge to God and man
Peace on earth from God’s on hand
The sacrificial lamb
Looking out in starry night
Shepherds stare into the dark
Angels fall from distant sky
And blanket the sky in white
Good news falls throughout the earth
Worship falls on curious chatter
Making plans, making way
As we celebrate His birth
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Forgotten
I guess it may seem stupid
A little bit absurd
Trying to make a mark
Using invisible ink, I guess
Nothing to see, nothing to show
Looking back, where have I gone?
Where have I come from?
I see no mark, no trace, and no trail
Waking up is just a habit
Walking throughout the day is a must
Wondering around sight unseen
Unseen, simply unused and unheard
Almost as if I were kicked under the fridge
Forgotten about, unnoticed
Things hide behind doors
Doors that are never closed
Jumping up and down
Screaming at the top of my lungs!
Here I am! Here I am!
Stop looking the other way, please!
If I could throw rocks I would
Banging on your window pain
Just to get you here, too look
After that, would you even care?
So many years, it seems so long
I’m getting tired, I’m running down
Almost ready to return to the past
And stop looking to the future
Dreams are things that others dream
Reality has come to live in my house
What’s the use?
Plans are for architects, not for me
So I babble at things I only understand
Maybe you understand as well
Maybe you live where I live?
Under the fridge, behind a door, forgotten
A little bit absurd
Trying to make a mark
Using invisible ink, I guess
Nothing to see, nothing to show
Looking back, where have I gone?
Where have I come from?
I see no mark, no trace, and no trail
Waking up is just a habit
Walking throughout the day is a must
Wondering around sight unseen
Unseen, simply unused and unheard
Almost as if I were kicked under the fridge
Forgotten about, unnoticed
Things hide behind doors
Doors that are never closed
Jumping up and down
Screaming at the top of my lungs!
Here I am! Here I am!
Stop looking the other way, please!
If I could throw rocks I would
Banging on your window pain
Just to get you here, too look
After that, would you even care?
So many years, it seems so long
I’m getting tired, I’m running down
Almost ready to return to the past
And stop looking to the future
Dreams are things that others dream
Reality has come to live in my house
What’s the use?
Plans are for architects, not for me
So I babble at things I only understand
Maybe you understand as well
Maybe you live where I live?
Under the fridge, behind a door, forgotten
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Keep Moving Forward
By Molly Conley
Just because I saw the yesterday
Doesn’t mean there’s a tomorrow
I have to keep moving forward
When there’s a situation you can’t handle
You have to keep moving forward
When you don’t have a helping hand
Or you don’t have the confidence
Keep moving forward
I seen the future, I’ve seen the past
What more is there to see, to find out
I have to keep moving forward
When you’ve walked miles and miles
To find what you’re looking for
But haven’t found what you need
Keep moving forward
When you need to see something
But you haven’t found it
Keep moving forward
Remember, keep moving forward
(Inspired by the Disney movie, Meet the Robinsons)
Just because I saw the yesterday
Doesn’t mean there’s a tomorrow
I have to keep moving forward
When there’s a situation you can’t handle
You have to keep moving forward
When you don’t have a helping hand
Or you don’t have the confidence
Keep moving forward
I seen the future, I’ve seen the past
What more is there to see, to find out
I have to keep moving forward
When you’ve walked miles and miles
To find what you’re looking for
But haven’t found what you need
Keep moving forward
When you need to see something
But you haven’t found it
Keep moving forward
Remember, keep moving forward
(Inspired by the Disney movie, Meet the Robinsons)
Friday, December 7, 2007
‘Twas the Night Before Christmas. A clown parody.
'Twas the night before Christmas, snow on the ground,
All of Clown Town was sleeping, except one little clown;
His stockings were flung across the room on a chair,
He hoped that St. Clownolas soon would be there.
The kid clowns were dreaming asleep in their beds,
While visions of St. Clownolas danced in their heads;
There was mamma and daddy, grandpa and grandma,
Under the covers in their rooms down the hall.
When out by the clown car I heard a loud noise,
I sprang from my bed and tripped over my toys;
Next to the window I fell in the trash,
Tore open my jammas and broke out the glass.
The lamp on my chest and the new-fallen globe,
Lit up the whole floor and the objects below,
When, what to my wondering clown eyes did appear,
But a great looking clown car, with eight goofy clowns, oh dear,
With great big ol feet and bright orange hair,
St. Clown, St. Clownolas, is that you out there?
Louder than beagles his Joey’s they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Lou! now, Bozo! now, Felix and Otto!
On, Jung! On Jackie! On Ricky and Coco!
To the top of the stage! Don’t trip and don’t fall!
Now clown away! clown away! clown for us all!"
Their eyes had a twinkle and they all tried to fly,
But they had no success and they all wondered why,
So what’s on the stage the Joey’s that’s who,
With a box full of props, and St. Clownolas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I saw a great bit
There was dancing and singing, a bottle with seltzer in it.
As I drew in my hand, and was laughing out loud,
Entered stage left St. Clownolas looking so proud.
He was dressed all in plaid, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with saw dust and soot;
A bundle of props he had flung on his back,
And he looked like Arthur Pedlar on the hippodrome track.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his ProKnows like a cherry!
His big ol red mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the Mehron that he used was as white as the snow;
The great looking smile, his pearly white teeth,
And the hat on his head hung like a wreath;
A white face or course, comedy not classic,
The costume by Betty made him look so fantastic.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly clown,
And I laughed when I saw him, while still on the ground;
With the close of his eyes standing in the right place,
Look out St. Clownolus there’s a pie in your face;
He spoke not a word, it was part of the gag,
He then started laughing; and wiped his face with a rag,
And laying his finger aside of his ProKnows,
He tripped and he fell of the stage there he goes;
He sprang to his feet, I was screaming encore,
And away they all ran off the stage out the door.
But I heard him exclaim, as the show had to close,
"HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL BUMP A NOSE!"
Copyright 2002 by Steve Conley. All rights reserved.
All of Clown Town was sleeping, except one little clown;
His stockings were flung across the room on a chair,
He hoped that St. Clownolas soon would be there.
The kid clowns were dreaming asleep in their beds,
While visions of St. Clownolas danced in their heads;
There was mamma and daddy, grandpa and grandma,
Under the covers in their rooms down the hall.
When out by the clown car I heard a loud noise,
I sprang from my bed and tripped over my toys;
Next to the window I fell in the trash,
Tore open my jammas and broke out the glass.
The lamp on my chest and the new-fallen globe,
Lit up the whole floor and the objects below,
When, what to my wondering clown eyes did appear,
But a great looking clown car, with eight goofy clowns, oh dear,
With great big ol feet and bright orange hair,
St. Clown, St. Clownolas, is that you out there?
Louder than beagles his Joey’s they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Lou! now, Bozo! now, Felix and Otto!
On, Jung! On Jackie! On Ricky and Coco!
To the top of the stage! Don’t trip and don’t fall!
Now clown away! clown away! clown for us all!"
Their eyes had a twinkle and they all tried to fly,
But they had no success and they all wondered why,
So what’s on the stage the Joey’s that’s who,
With a box full of props, and St. Clownolas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I saw a great bit
There was dancing and singing, a bottle with seltzer in it.
As I drew in my hand, and was laughing out loud,
Entered stage left St. Clownolas looking so proud.
He was dressed all in plaid, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with saw dust and soot;
A bundle of props he had flung on his back,
And he looked like Arthur Pedlar on the hippodrome track.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his ProKnows like a cherry!
His big ol red mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the Mehron that he used was as white as the snow;
The great looking smile, his pearly white teeth,
And the hat on his head hung like a wreath;
A white face or course, comedy not classic,
The costume by Betty made him look so fantastic.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly clown,
And I laughed when I saw him, while still on the ground;
With the close of his eyes standing in the right place,
Look out St. Clownolus there’s a pie in your face;
He spoke not a word, it was part of the gag,
He then started laughing; and wiped his face with a rag,
And laying his finger aside of his ProKnows,
He tripped and he fell of the stage there he goes;
He sprang to his feet, I was screaming encore,
And away they all ran off the stage out the door.
But I heard him exclaim, as the show had to close,
"HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL BUMP A NOSE!"
Copyright 2002 by Steve Conley. All rights reserved.
That’s what makes it feel like Christmas
Eggnog sitting on grocery shelves
Working hard is Santa’s elves
Charlie Brown and Rudolf glows
And all the older Christmas shows
That’s what makes it feel like Christmas
Winters here and summers gone
And so begins the Christmas songs
Christmas trees fill window pains
Drizzled snow and sleeted rain
That’s what makes it feel like Christmas
Shoppers fight the hurried crowd
Carolers out and singing loud
Empty trees hold mistletoe
Christmas lights are all aglow
That’s what makes it feel like Christmas
Hot chocolate warming on the eye
Snow flakes falling from the sky
Gifts are scattered around the tree
Children counting one, two, three
That’s what makes it feel like Christmas
A Saviour born rests in a manger
Stillness night away from danger
A mother, father begins to sing
Happy birthday to the King
That’s what makes it feel like Christmas
Working hard is Santa’s elves
Charlie Brown and Rudolf glows
And all the older Christmas shows
That’s what makes it feel like Christmas
Winters here and summers gone
And so begins the Christmas songs
Christmas trees fill window pains
Drizzled snow and sleeted rain
That’s what makes it feel like Christmas
Shoppers fight the hurried crowd
Carolers out and singing loud
Empty trees hold mistletoe
Christmas lights are all aglow
That’s what makes it feel like Christmas
Hot chocolate warming on the eye
Snow flakes falling from the sky
Gifts are scattered around the tree
Children counting one, two, three
That’s what makes it feel like Christmas
A Saviour born rests in a manger
Stillness night away from danger
A mother, father begins to sing
Happy birthday to the King
That’s what makes it feel like Christmas
Monday, December 3, 2007
Drifting
Finger tips of bitter cold
Wrinkled hands and growing old
Drifting back to treasured past
Looking forward looking glass
Days went by much slower then
Time gives way and death begins
At what point did the clock reverse?
The gift of life becomes a curse
Past to future time goes on
Building memories, lyrics to song
Pen to paper pictures in ink
Time remembered, time to think
Yesterday flew, a vapor, the wind
Today’s just starting, today just ends
The longer the day the shorter the mind
One extra wrinkle imbedded in time
Wrinkled hands and growing old
Drifting back to treasured past
Looking forward looking glass
Days went by much slower then
Time gives way and death begins
At what point did the clock reverse?
The gift of life becomes a curse
Past to future time goes on
Building memories, lyrics to song
Pen to paper pictures in ink
Time remembered, time to think
Yesterday flew, a vapor, the wind
Today’s just starting, today just ends
The longer the day the shorter the mind
One extra wrinkle imbedded in time
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