IT CAN BE A SMALL WORLD

IT CAN BE A SMALL WORLD

Roger A. Davis

“It’s a small world” the saying goes
Usually said when there’s a meeting of knows
It can be a town, person or joint relation
Yet only happens when speaking to the situation

To gain this phenomenon, you must converse
Definition: made up of distinct qualities and characteristics; diverse
Another area of common ground
By sharing, this can always be found

I’m one of those who has never met a stranger
Striking up a conversation, I know there’s possible danger
You may get a cold shoulder or two
It’s their loss, a case of snob flu

This week connected dots between two Norfolk navy men
Through conversation with two separate women
I made the ladies aware of their proximity
It brought them smiles and a little levity

Grandmother Cook was my mentor in this art
Going anywhere, she connected before taking her depart
Being a genealogist, she wanted to know your name
Made tons of friends, it ignited my flame

My advice, be an ambassador to earth
For listening and talking has an awesome worth
You may make a friend along the way
Or help someone find a person gone astray

IF HORSES COULD TALK WHAT TALES WOULD THEY NEIGH

IF HORSES COULD TALK
WHAT TALES WOULD THEY NEIGH

Roger A. Davis

Houses can talk with FBI bugs
Unless you hide your secrets under your rugs
Ice cube trays hold precious stones
Put your money in the breadbox with your scones

Dr. Doolittle grammar lessons are free
They helped me to understand my monkey
But it failed on my parakeet
He pleaded the Fifth, to my defeat

Medicine bottles have a way of running out
Headaches, the cause, and gout
Refills give my pocketbook the chills
On the flipside, pharmacies fill their tills

Microwaves are hard to surf
They do reheat leftover turf
PAM can make any pan slick
And your slipperslide non-stick

This very nonsensical rhyme
Was a good way to kill time
It cracked my watch crystal
Because this poem was such a pistol

WINDOWS OF THE SOUL

WINDOWS OF THE SOUL

Roger a. Davis

Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder
Eyes only for you, not quenched by getting older
A loving gaze, a poetic phrase
Your cherished one develops a misty haze

The sense of vision, such a gift
Wonderment of the world, a spiritual lift
Grace, innocence and creation
Issuing heaven's flirtation

God has told us we can't imagine our destiny
Untold celestial glory we will see
Jesus first and foremost we will behold
And a city with streets of gold

Yet for now, let us enjoy this life's display
It is a showcase of treasures each day
Be it your pet's loving look
Or using your eyes to read a good book

FRUITS OF FORGETFULNESS

FRUITS OF FORGETFULNESS

Roger A. Davis

Why did I come into this room?
Ah, yes, for a brain cobweb broom
Or was it for a post-it reminder
To not get upset and be memory loss kinder?

Keys, billfold and names
Items of my hunt-for games
Names are my worst offense
Even friends’; how can I be so dense?

I try an alphabet search; you know, A-B-C
M-Melvin, got it, whoopee!
Yet, not effective face to face
Hoping "Hi there" gets you to second base

There are benefits to not remembering
The old can be a new thing
Like a rerun or an old movie
They become premieres; first time to see

There is also the great satisfaction
In remembering and the big smile reaction
Let us count our blessing in getting old enough
To be in that generation who forgets stuff

I think I had some good lines to end this rhyme
And if I sit here, I might remember in time
But it’s fall; I'm cold and stoves haven't been lit
I’d better write a post-it to remind me to do it

MORE FAMOUS

MORE FAMOUS

Roger A. Davis

Got a letter this week
From my Mom, inside I did peek
An article for a poetry contest
Mom said, “Be famous, send your best”

100,000 in prize money, too
I'm Social Security bound, no can do
Yet growing in so-called fame
Did kind of spark an immodest flame

Then I decided on this idea to balk
Any more well-known and someone might start to stalk
In the circles I travel, I now read a work or two
Typical comments: “Publish,” never a boo

Then there are my fans on the Internet
Enjoying my verses, they surely feel in debt
If I published my address for all to see
I would be bombarded with letters of praise and money

OK, Readers, please vote on the comment line
Do I send this ditty to see if the judges find it the most fine
Or pass on more accolades and the cash flow
And about the ‘more famous,’ should I just let it go?