A Time for Rhyme Top 5

What a marvelous time of the year.  I can’t remember a more enjoyable Christmas season.

This week I’m kicking back and recharging my brain.  That gives you the chance to review some of my best and most popular posts. 

Enjoy.

See you on the other side of the new year.

P Michael Biggs

1 - Thieves

2 - Trains

3 - Sid

4 - Old

5 - Sickly Sid

Why Are They Here

© 2015 by P Michael Biggs

"Why are they here," he mused.

He’s just a baby.

Well, more than a baby,

But he hasn’t done anything yet,

Except cry and eat, eat and cry.

"Why are they here?"

What magnetism draws them?

What is His destiny?

What is His brand?

I was given orders.

Take the mother as my own.

Raise this child as my own.

I wanted to run, but I stayed.

So here we sit.

Here they come

They look, and stare

And wonder, and whisper

It is not a moment for talk

It is a moment for thinking

And listening and dreaming.

I am the father

Why am I here?

I am chosen to guide,

To teach, to love and to obey.

I wonder where this obedience will lead.

Christmas Children

© 2015 by P Michael Biggs

We are Christmas children

We grow small at Christmas

We bow the knee, the head, and the heart

And we embrace the simple joys for a season

Children and Christmas blend as one.

Children know how to do Christmas best.

They dream and let their imaginations soar.

They believe in miracles and make-believe fantasies.

And they believe in a love that can be captured

But it can’t be contained

And it can’t be explained

Children at Christmas

Let it infect one and all.

Christmas Magic

© 2015 by P Michael Biggs

There is much ado at Christmastime

We ooh and ah at the lights

We take in the sights

We cherish the friendlier moments

We pause to hear … and what do we hear?

A whisper, a prayer, a sigh, a plea,

“If I love you will you love me back?”

“If I trust you will you trust me back?”

And we wonder about the gifts we give

Are they enough?  Are they good enough?

Are they right – in color, size?

Did we get it right?

Did we remember everything?

We want connection

We want community

We want friendship

And we want love

We just disguise it in the wrappings

And trappings of Christmas

At Christmas we dare to stretch

We dare to reach out

More than at any other time

And if we connect

If we touch, well, 

That is the sparkle of Christmas magic

In all of its glory

Merry Christmas!

Christmas Dance

© 2015 by P Michael Biggs

Christmas joy to you and yours

It’s whispered a thousand times this season

And back of the greeting, what if …

What if there is a prayer for a simpler time

A simpler life

A simpler joy

A slower pace

A longer lasting toy

What if the prayer includes

“Peace on earth, good will to all mankind”

What if love was implied somewhere in the message?

What if an invitation was included?

An invitation to come and dance

Would we dare reach out and take the offered hand?

Would we dance the dance?

And if we dance

Then we just might, perhaps

Complete the prayer

It is a prayer of connection.

It is a prayer of hope.

It is, perhaps, the prayer of Christmas

Christmas Begins

© 2015 by P Michael Biggs

Mary and Joseph started Christmas you know.

They brought the first gift.

They were willing participants.

They wrapped the first gift.

Theirs were the first earthly hands that touched God’s face

When He was born on that first Christmas morn.

The wrappings weren’t as lovely as today’s wrappings.

They were coarse and thin.

But they warmed the baby.

They wrapped God’s Son.

What all was wrapped up in that baby’s birth?

Mary and Joseph didn’t fully know.

But they trusted the story

And they cared for their child

The shepherds brought adoration and joy

The wise men laid their gifts before the boy

And we, what do we bring?

The perfect gift would be our hearts of gratitude

That is enough.

A Thanksgiving Thought

© 2015 by P Michael Biggs

It’s Thanksgiving

The obvious is to pause and give thanks

The easy is to say the usual words and phrases

But what amount of reflection is in our thanks

I reflect on present times of joy and esteem

I sense great love from the one I love

My belly is full and my health is stable

My life is in order and I have no regrets

For tomorrow, I will give thanks, though it is unseen

For next week, I’ll go where my path leads and hold forth joy

For my friends, I will greet them with joy and smiles and love in my heart

For the rest of my life, I will pause and reflect and offer thanks

For the small, the mundane, the large and looming,

I am thankful …

On Thanksgiving, and the day after

And in the bleak mid-winter

And in the sunshine

May we always pause and give great Thanks!

What Happened to Morning

 © 2015 by P Michael Biggs

Photo courtesy of Ken Sjodin Photography

What happened to morning

It was dark when I started

It was quiet and undisturbed

It was a lovely morning

The sun has risen

A new day comes

The traffic increases

I miss those first moments

Of a new day at dawn

We have plans, agendas

Places to go, errands to run

Family to see, busy busy busy

But I love the morning quiet

Can I come again

Oh quiet morning time

Can we meet tomorrow

Or next week

Or maybe next weekend

I love your stillness

I love your quiet

I love your gentle morning light

That brings day to my night

Happy

© 2015 by P Michael Biggs

Coffee, tea or me

Sometimes I like all three

Coffee is for my brain

Tea is for my pain

And me, I like being me

I’m a happy soul

Happiness is my goal

If I grow sad

I’ll soon be glad

And I’ll again be whole

Life is good it seems

I have good goals and dreams

And if I fail

On life I won’t bale

I’ll find a new theme and dream

I am happy now

Someday I’ll tell you how

In the grand scheme of things

I have found my inner spring

You can tell by the smile on my brow

Sickly Sid

© 2015 by P Michael Biggs

Sickly Sid was a kid

You wanna know what Sickly Sid did?

He went to Madrid

And that’s where he hid

That’s what Sickly Sid did

Sickly Sid tried to rid

Himself of his ills

He took his pills

He paid his bills

But Sickly Sid was still ill

Sickly Sid looked bad

In his pj’s of plaid

His face looked sad

Sometimes he looked mad

That’s why Sickly Sid looked bad

One day Sid got well

Once again he looked swell

He did not smell

Or hide in his shell

Nor tell what made him well

We think he ate garlic and dill

At the Mall

 © 2015 by P Michael Biggs

I’m at the mall

Where you can see it all

Many people walk by

Some catch my eye

They sometimes pretty-up the mall

You won’t believe the shoes

I see some people choose

They are high on their heels

They pay for the thrill

To walk in those shoes they choose

I see all kinds of pants

Some I suppose are from France

Some pants are tight

Some pants are bright

Of course I only take a glance

At the mall there’s lots of food

Some is brewed, some is chewed, some is crude

I see people chow down

Hope they don’t break a crown

Just hope they chew their food real good

I Am Tired

© 2015 by P Michael Biggs

I am really tired

I’ve come un-wired

I’m not to be admired

When I am this tired

I am beat

I can’t even eat

Gotta get off my feet

When I am this beat

I am worn out

What is that about?

I have no doubt

It could be gout

It’s time to rest my bones

And enjoy an ice cream cone

And if I moan

While on my phone

It’s just my bone’s tones

Dead Eye Dick

© 2014 by P Michael Biggs

Dead Eye Dick

He once took sick

He was so thick

His heart wouldn’t tick

Dead Eye Dick was mean

He was never clean

Once, when eighteen

He drank kerosene

Dead Eye Dick died

He never took a bride

No town’s folk cried

When Dead Eye Dick …

You know … passed away

Millie Moo

© 2014 by P Michael Biggs

Millie Moo

She was blue

She had the flu

And never drank her brew

Millie Moo

Never wore a shoe

Since she was two

Millie Moo made do

Millie Moo

She moved to Peru

She had a view

Of the ocean blue

Millie Moo

Could not do

What she tried to do

That’s too bad

Dear Millie Moo

Food

© 2014 by P Michael Biggs

Boil me an egg

Don’t make me beg

I need it now

To me its chow

I'm as hungry as can be

Why can’t you see?

If you feed me soon

I won’t look like a prune

If you were my friend

You’d help me mend

You’d feed me soon

Before I swoon

It’s time to eat

Don’t serve me a beet

Bring that food near

And I will cheer

The sign is clear

This poem’s end is near

You Can Choose

© 2015 by P Michael Biggs

You can sit on your bottom.

Or you can dream.

You can draw

Or you can scheme

You can think, or cry or sigh

You can write or sing, oh my.

You can lean, discern and love

You can walk and talk and wear a glove

You can offer a hand or fist.

You can walk in the rain and enjoy the mist

You can protect someone’s back

Or live with great lack

You can be blue when you get a bruise

Wanna wear new shoes, you get to choose

You can snooze, you can spew

You can stew, you can woo

Don’t confuse – just choose

Romance

© 2015 by P Michael Biggs

Take a chance on romance

It’s a lovely lovely dance

You don’t have to prance

When you dance with romance

Some try a fan dance

Others do the corn dance

Just don’t lance dance

When you are engaging in romance

At first glance

You may take a chance

You may go into a trance

When you consider romance

Advance toward romance

Honeymoon in France

And if by chance

You find romance

Then dance, dance, dance

Sid

© 2015 by P Michael Biggs

I have a friend, his name is Sid

My friend Sid is a big kid

Want to know what Sid did

His tracks made a skid

That’s what Sid did

Sid left in a hurry

He had to scurry

He saw a snow flurry

And he was worried

Sid left real fast

And if you asked

The die is cast

This poem can’t last

Trains

(c) P Michael Biggs 2015

Trains don’t have brains

They don’t use chains

We usually need cranes

To lift a heavy train

I would strain when pushing a train

I doubt it would budge, it would remain

And I would be in pain

From trying to push a train

Jane can’t push a train

She would be drained

Mr. Haynes and Wayne

Would fall down in the lane

When pushing a train

Don’t complain when pushing a train

Get a glass, sip some champagne

Sip away while you refrain

From straining to push a train

Exam

© 2014 by P Michael Biggs

I took an exam

It was about jam

I had to cram

For this exam

My strawberry jam

And Virginia ham

Tasted better than spam

When I took my exam

Pizza

© 2014 by P Michael Biggs

I love pizza

Usually followed by milk of magnesia

They don’t usually give anesthesia

To people who overdose on pizza

I once met General Geneva

He was full of margaritas

He was transferred to Indonesia

Is that near French Polynesia

When you eat too much pizza

You may be due an epidural anesthesia

My friends Lisa and Mia

Often eat a lot of pizza

Pizza never goes with fajitas

Pizza is not found in Pisa

Do divas eat pizza

Do you study yeshiva

Then please don’t eat pizza