My favorite painter has been around millions of years
The most beautiful landscapes, mountains and sunsets
The colors used are exquisite, man cannot begin to copy
The beauty of God will never stop to amaze me
Nature’s sketches done in God’s hand
Still paintings come to life
The original animator, artist and sculptor
Images created to breath in life
Something to enjoy everyday
To be thankful and grateful too
Look around with new eyes
See the beauty in front of you
by Renee Robinson
The tree of revenge bares no fruit
It’s branches are brittle and dry
A dangerous tree, best to avoid
Lest you are beaten and broken till you cry
Revenge gives devilish pleasure
For only brief moments in time
Best to hold your temper down
Lest you commit a crime
The tree of revenge offers no shelter
Nor does is give any shade
It’s sap is bitter
Full of hatred that never fades
When this tree grows in your path
Is best to turn the other way
Get out, get out fast
Calm down, await a new day
by Renee Robinson
Ladies and Gentlemen!
Before you is Gypsy Love, world famous high wire performer. She will be walking the wire today without a net, I repeat without a net! Do not try this at home. One would have to be cracked to do so without any previous experience. Come to BoBo’s Circus starring Gypsy Love.
Chocolate covered fingertips
A delectable treat
Something my husband makes
A surprise sweet
It surprises even him
When I begin to eat
He never seems to recall
He made the treat
I only find out
Because I smell chocolate
When he comes near me
Or even when he walks by
When I stop him
To get me a kiss
An added bonus!
Chocolate fingertips!
You have to know him
To get the full picture
He is much like Cookie Monster
Crumbs in the mixture
Everything the man eats
Is displayed in a fashion
Whatever he is wearing
Covered with his passion
Whether chocolate or ice cream
A trail is left behind
To be eaten later
If he is so inclined
The chocolate covered fingertips
I found in bed with me last night
It was then I knew I had to write
And share this chocolate delight
by Renee Robinson
So……..WHO actually laid the egg? I think a rooster must be on the run. I believe the cow laid the egg and the rooster dumped the poor ole girl.
A pink moose has to be strong
Especially when he is a bull
Running around in pink fur
Always being made the fool
He was born in his pink pajamas
There is really no reason why
Perhaps he is to be something special
For now, he hangs his head and cries
Harvey is his name
He has a gentle heart
Others were so cruel
His feelings torn apart
His family loved him dear
Shelter and protected
Trying to keep him
From those who would reject him
Harvey grew into a fine moose
The strongest in his clan
One of the finest
Known throughout the land
Though he looked pink and fluffy
Harmless and weak
He was big and strong
Protector of the meek
He had heart
He had brains
He was strong
He shall reign
No matter what color
He was destined to be
He is a bull with integrity
A natural-born leader
With a fluffy pink hair
No other bull
Can begin to compare
by Renee Robinson
The world is full of meatballs. Everywhere I look there’s a meatball. A meatball is driving a car. There’s a meatball trying to impress a lady. Another meatball in a Speedo-Yikes!
Meatballs come in all sizes. Many are plump and robust, as expected. However, there are some scrawny looking ones. Those are my favorite. Many of them think they are so handsome and smart. They bounce through life thinking women are strongly attracted to them. These meatballs make me chuckle, as I watch the lady turning them down. The meatball is always stunned, he was so certain she wanted him.
Another entertaining meatball is the saucy one. Life is a party and he is the life. He is slick with his words and shady in character. For a meatball, he tends to be very good looking. However, being a meatball does take away from his sex appeal. A costume may hide what you look like, but it does not hide who you are inside. It is important to recognize this meatball right away. He is very charming and difficult to detect. This may make him the most dangerous meatball of all. With his looks and charm, he can easily captivate a lady. However, while one hand is holding hers, the other is digging around in her purse. His motive is to con the lady. He wants to milk the money train until it runs dry. As soon as he is certain he has conned her out of her nest egg, he vanishes! He hops out of the pot and wonders into someone else’s kitchen. He leaves the lady with nothing but a pot full of crying pasta.
Next, we have the lazy sloppy meatball. He wants to spend his life soaking in a pot full sauce and drinking wine. He doesn’t care who, or even how, the pasta gets paid for. He is in and out of jobs. There is always an excuse as to why he loses a job. He likes to party and have someone take care of him. His biggest worry is making sure the refrigerator never runs out of beer. He often has several of his meatballs friends over, sometimes some good-looking pasta will soak in the pot with them. This meatball cares for no one except himself.
Yes, the world is full of meatballs. However, I am fortunate. I love Italian food. I eat these meatballs up before they can cause me any grief. I pray you are the same way. If not, perhaps you need to take some self-defense classes. Gradually, you train your tastebuds into developing a fine taste for Italian meatballs of all kinds.
I am busy collecting prayers
I need all I can get
I want to store them away
To use everyday
Fighting to live
It is hard work
It is a challenge
Life is a privilege
The afterlife is waiting
To welcome me in
Nothing to fear
A new phase begins
Collecting prayers
One for each day
Of wonderful life
Thank you Lord
Another day
I just want to live
This life to the fullest
I am not ready to leave
Place me on prayer lists
This world is my home
For a short time
I am not ready to leave
I ask for more time
Collecting prayers
There are so many
So much love
Given to me
Please hear my prayers
I ask humbly
My soul is yours
I pray you hear me
by Renee Robinson
I have searched high
I have searched low
It’s not in the closet
Where did it go?
It’s not on the floor
What did I do with it?
Where has it gone?
Behind the door?
Driving me crazy
It’s not where it goes
What will I do
No one knows
It’s not in my purse
It’s not in the car
It’s not in the sofa
It’s no where so far
I put it in a safe place
So I would not lose it
Hidden from myself
Right where I left it
Oh my God
There it is
Hidden in plain sight
No wonder I
Couldnt find it
No wonder
It gave me a fright
Right where I left
Where it shouldn’t be
Always where I kept it
But still a mystery
Like the sock monster
Like a remote control
It just disappeared
A mystery unfolds
It is a mind trap
An evil prank I pull
Always on myself
Because I’m such a fool
by Renee Robinson
December 29, 2010
Dear Diary,
Excuse me, I seemed to have lost my marbles. I wonder if you have seen them? I wonder if you can help. Anything you can do, would surely improve my health.
Last thing I recall, they were rolling in my head. They were rather loose. I should have been checked, but took a nap instead.
When I awoke, I felt rather good. Though I was rather shaken and misunderstood. My head seemed much lighter. I could feel a draft. I didn’t think much of it so I continued with a laugh. The space between my ears, rather tickled. As if I had too much to drink and was pickled.
It may have been imagined and the feeling not too unpleasant. I think I had a brain fart, which brings me to the present. The brain fart made me dizzy. Which is the reason why, I am writing this letter before I lose my mind.
If you come across my marbles and would be so kind, to pop them back into my head. I would be so grateful and resigned.
Thank you in advance.
Renee
