Hand-Me-Downs

Hand-Me-Downs

© 2019 by P Michael Biggs

I grew up in a

hand-me-down time and place

Clothes passed from Donny

to Me to Randall.

I had to grow into

many shirts and coats,

pants and shoes.

And all was right

in my world.

I’ve been given

hand-me-down ideas.

Yes sir, no sir, please and thank you.

Religion too.

I remember this story.

Bob and Jane are preparing

for Easter dinner.

They are having ham

And all the fixings.

Jane reminds Bob to

cut the ends off the ham.

Why?

Because that’s what

my Mom always did.

Why?  Let’s call Mom.

She said, “That’s what

My Mom always did.”

Why?  Let’s call Grandma.

Grandma, why do you

cut the ends off the ham

before baking it?

She was suspicious,

And answered cautiously.

Because my baking dish

was too short.

That’s why.

So, what hand-me-down ideas

are you passing on

just because your

baking dish is too short?

A Time for Rhyme Poem Site

Originals by P Michael Biggs

Joy Is Not a Crumb

Joy Is Not a Crumb

© 2018 by P Michael Biggs

Mary Oliver said it first.

“Joy is not made

to be a crumb.”

Hold onto that

for a moment.

Joy is not fleeting.

It doesn’t run away

if someone enjoys it

too much. 

Joy comes when invited.

It shows up in phone calls of love,

letters and emails,

words of appreciation,

and intimate moments.

Joy is not small,

nor can it be crunched down

into an acorn shell.

Joy is large. 

It is meant to be expressed,

shared, celebrated, triumphed,

proclaimed, shouted out.

I say, “Let joy get out.”

Let it become the

Peace De Resistance

the ultimate Soufflé of expressions.

A Time for Rhyme Blog Site

Originals by P Michael Biggs

Odd and Obscure Thoughts

Odd and Obscure Thoughts

© 2019 by P Michael Biggs

What I want to do,

and what I encourage you to do

in this new year, or any time of the year,

is to do some odd and obscure living.

Think thoughts you’ve never

thought before.

Break a few rules,

make a few mistakes,

trip, fall down, blunder,

sing off key,

and snort when you laugh.

Eat pie at least once a month,

and work out at the gym some too.

Walk in the woods with

nowhere to go,

and follow any trail

you find for an hour.

Go to London,

or Louisiana,

Madrid, or Mississippi.

Get out of town for a day

or a month.

Just go.

Find love, even if it’s a rock.

Find happiness, even if it’s in a book.

Find joy in the simplest of tunes.

Laugh at the silly, the obscure.

If you need help, read Shel Silverstein.

Above all,

do the new and different.

It’s good for you.

A Time for Rhyme Blog Site

Originals by P Michael Biggs