NAPKIN WORDS #76 2010

1. ABOVE AND BELOW
Heaven is just people on earth believing
in something greater!

Hell on the other hand, does not care
what you believe. It just knows that
you only believe in yourself, so it wishes
to put some heat on that subject!

2. FRIENDSHIP WISDOM
To tell over time, your best times and
those that disappointed.

To let another tell over time, their best
times and those that disappointed.

To each, listen carefully.

To each, understand.

Such is wisdom heard between friends!

3. ULTIMATE FAILURE
When you can’t take back ugly words that
you spoke about others, who once were your
friends and family!

4. WHEN IT MUST BE TOLD
Impatience is the curse of secrets

5. AS I AGE I ALSO SEE AND LEARN
The United Nations: Doing much but
achieving little.

Asking, ever asking, of the wealthy, giving,
but hardly giving, that wealth to the poor.

Words can’t feed the poor, nor give them shelter.

I wonder why words are all they seem to offer?

It should have been called: UNITED PLACE OF
ABSURD CONVERGENCES!

6. TRY TO HEAR WHAT YOU CAN’T HEAR
Anyone can hear the song of a bird.

Yet who of us can hear the forest, the crowding
roots, the release of leaves, the wish of a time that
enlivens nature to gleam in our eyes?

7. BELIEVE ME
When a dream is imagined, hope is inspired!

8. GROWTH
At each and every moment, insure that
wisdom is wiser than before!

9. PAST INTO FUTURE
Memory is the greatest tutor for how we
face tomorrow!

ACCEPTING GROWTH

Wrapping bows in a thousand colors
now lay askew.
Perfect straight edges, curls, were
crumpled, for tiny frivolous fingers
had eagerly flitted among their gifts
expectant, all unknown until that joyous
moment called
Christmas day.

Cluttered piles of wishes mentioned,
hopes opined,
lay near youths bathed in shimmering
magic of lights flickering eagerly,
peeking shyly from ebony shaded places
within the mass of their Christmas
tree.
Colored bulbs flickered, died, yet brothers,
sisters, continued their dancing, for yuletide
music was played by a bright winking star
high atop that scented pine.

In stillness sat four grandparents elderly,
remembering past
when they too were young.

Exuberant youths twisted, turned, video games
were still the rage.
Middle layers of this devoted family took to
its task, continuance of tradition.
Lovingly, they cuddled their young, then wiped
all tears spilled due to elders
rushing remembrances.

Eggnog nurtured voices sang carols of joy
and as Christmas departed, snores filled night
air.
Later was heard a laughter of children,
accepting newest growth upon their family
tree.





by Edward Hunter