Haiku: Cowboy

I saw him amble . . .
In the wind blown dusky eve . . .
Whistling a song . . .

amble/wind/song

People Watching

                        Picture from Google Images

In a crowd of people passing
to my left and to my right,
I see so many faces
with expressions dark and bright.

Entertainment comes from
people watching all around.
Some people with their heads in clouds,
or tripping on the ground.

Little children laughing
with hardly a care at all.
Boys at play with bat and ball,
or girls with baby doll.

Moms wiping toddlers dirty hands
as they gossip with soccer moms.
Dads holding their noses tight
as the pick up doggie doodoo bombs.

Teens with hair all spiked up,
orange, pink, blue and green.
Noses pierced or maybe lips
or any other skin pierce-able scene.

People of all ages with special ink
and tattoos that mean so much.
A memorial tat, a portrait,
all gifts of an artists magical touch.

Couples fighting over money,
or a maybe a lack thereof.
An old man who still loves his wife,
holding her hand and giving her a hug.

Toddlers throwing fits in Wal-Mart,
and moms holding their ground.
Kids being respectful in public,
even when their parents aren't around.

People come in many forms
with personalities unique.
If you get a chance to people watch,

sit back quiet-like and take a peek. 

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The prompt from @writingprompt was: People Watching

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The U in You

ABC and 123 are all most common and often heard,
the first numbers and letters that in kindergarten we learned.

Remember in school they'd call your name alphabetically?
If the prize was sweet and we started with A, we'd celebrate with glee.

But if we were U like Ursula, you waited and waited and yawned.
And when your time finally came the best was usually gone.

But if instead we start at the end and not at the beginning,
there'd be a chance for UVW and 1 million and 3 to be grinning.


Prompted by Poets United: The Thursday ThinkTank: "The 3rd letter of your first name"

My first name is Lauri so the 3rd letter is U!!!

My poem is short and sweet and pays honor to the numbers and letters and the end, not the beginning.

Dr. Chocolate's Rx

In a world full of chocolate you may favor a treat.
Dark chocolate may grab your taste buds by the seat..
Melted over strawberries and sweet coconut;
or peanuts, or almonds, or any other tasty nut.

Or maybe instead, dark chocolate doesn't do,
maybe, just maybe, milk chocolates for you.
Drizzled on cake, or a simple candy bar;
handy candy on the go, to eat in your car.

Now others, still others, prefer something light;
not milk chocolate or dark, instead something white.
White cholcolate covered crispies made out of rice;
and white chocolate dipped cookies, now isn't that nice?

No matter how you melt it or bake it up too,
chocolate may bring great comfort to you.
A chocolate Rx, a tasty treat for the tummy,
chocolate, dear chocolate, you are so very yummy!

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Created poetry by Lauri Halterman (c) 2011 for Poets United Thursday Think Tank: CHOCOLATE!
http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2011/05/thusday-think-tank-50-chocolate.html

Our Angel Sunshine - In Memory of Angel Gail Watson

Our Angel Sunshine

(to the tune of 'You Are My Sunshine'. Angels Favorite Song

Our Angel Sunshine, our Angel Sunshine—
you’ve brought such happiness to us.

For seven years now, we’ve grown to love you—
and our lives will be forever blessed.

The other night dear, as you lay sleeping—
we held your hand and held you tight.

We closed our eyes dear and drifted off to—
the days before you faced this fight.

Before your birth dear, in Mama’s belly—
Dear Daddy sang a song to you.

‘And baby now that I’ve found you, I won’t let you go—
I’ll build my world around you, I need you so’.

You were born dear, one day in May—
and we held you in our arms.

With those blue eyes, you gazed upon us—
and with joyous tears we cried.

Our Angel Sunshine, our Angel Sunshine—
you’ve brought such happiness to us.

For seven years now, we’ve grown to love you—
and our lives will be forever blessed.

Our Princess Angel, loved Cinderella—
she loved rainbows and butterflies.

Her favorite color was Princess pink—
and she had sparkles in her eyes.

When Angel giggled, it was contagious—
the sweetest sound you ever heard.

And when she smiled, you smiled with her—
for that smile would light up the world.

Our Princess Angel, would sign ‘I Love You’—
one of the ways she showed her love.

And when she wrapped her arms around you—
it was the whole world’s greatest hug.

Our Angel Sunshine, our Angel Sunshine—
you’ve brought such happiness to us.

For seven years now, we’ve grown to love you—
and our lives will be forever blessed.

Our Angel Sunshine, you faced such hardship—
during a life that was too short..

You faced an illness, with such resilience—
you fought with passion, strength and spunk.

So many love you, you love so many—
it is so hard to let you go.

But we rejoice in, your angel wings now—
and in heaven as an Angel you will glow.

We come together, on this your seventh birthday—
as you earn your heavenly wings.

We stand together, here on Earth—
looking up while cherishing sweet memories.

Our Angel Sunshine, our Angel Sunshine—
you’ve brought such happiness to us.

For the rest of our days we will love you—
and one day we’ll meet again at heavens gates..

Angel Gail Watson

May, 20 2004 – May 18, 2011

Written with love by Lauri Halterman

2011©Alaurilee

There are no words to describe the incredible spirit of this young girl.

She touched so many lives in her short life.

She fought cancer with strength, grit and beautiful smiles.

Her spirit and her love lives on in the hearts of all who loved her.

I'm blessed to have been touched by her.

We love you Angel.....forever and always....

Winter Wonder

                              Photo from Google Images

Hail to the raindrops
and iced covered pretty lakes;
Snow fogged up mountains
and lash licking snow flakes.

Hail to the bear cubs
snuggled cozy in slumber;
curled up next to mama bear,
the safest place to lumber.

Hail to those pretty trees
with their leaves still green.
An evergreen in winter land
is a such beautiful scene.

Hail to the young tykes
and as well to the old;
Playing football in the snow,
making snow angels in the cold.

Hail to the winters blessings
soaking into winter ground.
Your efforts will bring beauty
when Spring comes around.

Hail to this winter season
and to this very moment,
And mostly, to Mother Earth,
for she's the crucial component.

*winters blessings to all*

That being said....c'mon Spring!

Little Byrdie - Fly Home

Linda Kay was born one day in Nineteen Thirty-Nine.

As the fourth child of twelve in all she proudly took her place in line.

Vohnell, Herbert and Jerry came first, followed by Linda Kay.

She brought such joy to life; each day to her was a blessed day.

Charles and Larry joined them next. then Deloris and Mary came too.

Shelia and Phillip; Myrna and Betsey—oh, how their family grew.

The stories and laughter shared by all made memories along the way.

We'd like to share a story or two about our beloved Linda Kay.

A younger Kay once tricked her way out of getting mason jars clean.

She said, "You should do it" to younger Dee, because your hands are smaller and lean.

A trip once to the Memphis Hospital led to her meeting Elvis - The King!

The right time and the right place—so lucky to be in that hospital wing.

The story of Elvis and others too, she told her tales and they were many.

She used her imagination well and could spin a story, even out of a penny!

Niece Teresa remembers Aunt Kay on an Arkansas trip of blackberry picking.

And has memories of river float trips too, plus family reunions with talking and sitting.

Dishing out love in food and hugs her potato salad was the best.

Yet her special ingredient was TLC, which made it a step above the rest.

Kay never met a stranger and her heart was filled with such love.

She made you feel so special, like God had sent her to you from above.

She loved her God and read her bible and she even read Christian romances too.

She adored pink and red carnations; yet, give her a teddy bear - she'll forever love you!

In the Swift Ditch and the Current River she taught so many little ones to swim.

She loved cards; rummy, crazy 8's and Canasta and she played with a card sharks grin.

Niece Connie remembers dear Aunt Kay as the wind beneath her wings;

and she'll cherish every moment at her memorial as she sings.

Kay's time on Earth wasn't long enough and we hated to let her go.

We wanted to hang on to her, she had brightened our lives so.

Yet in the end we knew we must give her the wings she needed to fly.

We told her it was okay to go as we wiped the tears from our eyes.

Our Little Byrdie, fly on home, your mission here is through;

and while you rest in Heaven please remember, we love you.

In Memory of my dear friend Connie Lueke's Aunt Kay

Linda Kay Byrd

Oct. 2, 1939 - Jan. 22, 2011