Have you ever - - -

Art Davis let me take two of his poems to publish here:

Have you ever - - -

In all my life that's gone before,
I've never heard a cricket snore.
Nor have I heard an earthworm yawn
While inching tunnels 'neath my lawn.

Do baby kangaroos cry "Ouch!"
In case they fall from Mother's pouch?
Has anyone yet heard a sigh
From a fluttering butterfly?

Do dandelions in seed go puff-f-f
When they release their fuzzy stuff-f-f?
I've heard the hum of honey bees
But from pollen never heard them sneeze!

Does the praying mantis really pray?
Unanswered questions of the day!
I wonder if when cows go Moo-o-o
They're telling they've got milk for you.

Well, quite enough this wondering
Like - Is God mad when thundering?
Now don't let the "silence" bore you.
Stay alert for others, I implore you. . . .

(Art Davis, 5/24/07 and revised 9/14/07, copyright)


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REMEMBERING...

Another day gone by at moon's rising,
to add to the lengthy skein of days assigned.

Ironically, it means one less day to live,
but--one less day of affliction,
a day wherein one forgets
what was spoken but a few breaths ago.

To tamper the brain,
forget recent moments of devotion
by those who selflessly serve
with their gifts of love and patience,
such to bloom happiness,
evoke childlike laughter
over gossamer weight matters.

The mind, despite the grasp of those who care,
suddens into the quicksand of failure
to recall a grain of love,
a trumpet of joy;
the madness of forgetting,
robber of tranquility
from all who loved;
a slow downward spiral
into blurred emptiness.

The syptoms we know and fight
to stem the torture of it all.

Silently, systems rebel.

Sadly, one coils fetal as life commenced
who now slowly exits life's arena,
perhaps never telling those care-givers,
those who untiring served,
that they were loved.

No doubt somehow
they would have shown gratitude.

They just didn't remember . . . .

(Arthur H. Davis, 9/3/07, copyright)