Rub your eyes
Close them tight
Watch the black
Swirl in light
Colors-Beauteous colors
Red-purple-gold
The day-full of promise
Begins to unfold
Listen carefully
Hear the rainbow play
Know that you are special
Each and every day...
Bob Bevard 4-03-08
copyright 2008
Friday, May 2, 2008
Once
Once
In a very rare while
Wandering
There is a smile
Carried
Demurely
Yet
Perspicaciously
My luck
Caught with a glance
On that special day -A smile
Which started to dance
That smile
Oh so coy
Hinted, barely hinted
At wonder and joy
Bob Bevard 3-10-2008
copyright 2008
In a very rare while
Wandering
There is a smile
Carried
Demurely
Yet
Perspicaciously
My luck
Caught with a glance
On that special day -A smile
Which started to dance
That smile
Oh so coy
Hinted, barely hinted
At wonder and joy
Bob Bevard 3-10-2008
copyright 2008
Days & Knights
There are days
There are Knights
There are wonders
There are delights
Sand, water, and poetry
Images full of magical flair
Unwrap your present slowly
Interesting friend-so very rare
Bob Bevard
copyright 3-03-08
There are Knights
There are wonders
There are delights
Sand, water, and poetry
Images full of magical flair
Unwrap your present slowly
Interesting friend-so very rare
Bob Bevard
copyright 3-03-08
Words are the way...
Words are the way
To share
To play
To know
Eloquence comes
Knowledge flows
Language dances
Connection grows
Inhale the essence
Feel the bubbles
Taste the presence
See the rainbow
Touch the universe
Catch the star
Dance with the moonbeams
Here we are...
En---joy
Bob Bevard
copyright 2008
To share
To play
To know
Eloquence comes
Knowledge flows
Language dances
Connection grows
Inhale the essence
Feel the bubbles
Taste the presence
See the rainbow
Touch the universe
Catch the star
Dance with the moonbeams
Here we are...
En---joy
Bob Bevard
copyright 2008
Friday, January 4, 2008
The Woodlands
The woods are dark green,
The lake is beautiful blue,
Observe carefully,
In the mist: A rainbow hue.
Relax, enjoy,
Show them how it is done,
You are the Goddess and I give to you-
Mist, a rainbow, and the sun...
RJB 9-14-2004
copyright 2008 by Bob Bevard
The lake is beautiful blue,
Observe carefully,
In the mist: A rainbow hue.
Relax, enjoy,
Show them how it is done,
You are the Goddess and I give to you-
Mist, a rainbow, and the sun...
RJB 9-14-2004
copyright 2008 by Bob Bevard
A Song For You
I wanted to write a song for you
A song to celebrate the first time that I saw you
A song that acknowledges your voice
A song that recalls your laugh
I wanted to write a song for you
A song that somehow creates images-images of the joy deep within
A song that shares with the universe
The very specialness that is so uniquely, specially you
I wanted to write a song for you
A song that begins to tell you what I felt and saw
Things that are not necessarily understood by the rest
But our universe is infinitely better
I wanted to write a song for you
I put in words like serenity, beauty, natural, sparkling
I added thoughts like wit, charm, delight, tenderness
I swirled it full of feelings like joy, caring, wonderment
I wanted to write a song for you
A song to be sung for another thousand summers
A song to be played for a million adventures
A song to tell you how much you are loved
I wanted to write a song for you
So I put words on paper
Words with meaning not rhyme
And I ask you to add the music...
RJB 10/18/2004
copyright 2008 by Bob Bevard
A song to celebrate the first time that I saw you
A song that acknowledges your voice
A song that recalls your laugh
I wanted to write a song for you
A song that somehow creates images-images of the joy deep within
A song that shares with the universe
The very specialness that is so uniquely, specially you
I wanted to write a song for you
A song that begins to tell you what I felt and saw
Things that are not necessarily understood by the rest
But our universe is infinitely better
I wanted to write a song for you
I put in words like serenity, beauty, natural, sparkling
I added thoughts like wit, charm, delight, tenderness
I swirled it full of feelings like joy, caring, wonderment
I wanted to write a song for you
A song to be sung for another thousand summers
A song to be played for a million adventures
A song to tell you how much you are loved
I wanted to write a song for you
So I put words on paper
Words with meaning not rhyme
And I ask you to add the music...
RJB 10/18/2004
copyright 2008 by Bob Bevard
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Grandma
Grandma always made life a little extra special-
Special cookies, Special candies,
Special clothes that she made,
Special visits & holidays.
I remember her apple tree,
I remember her flowers,
I remember spending summers with her,
I remember her wonderful laugh.
Most of all-
I remember the lesson that she taught to those who were open to it-
You can get what you want-
If you are willing to work for it-
Work for it & make your dreams come true-
Live your dreams &
Do what you love-
& You will be filled with great joy!
Celebrate & remember this message-
Live your dreams,
Do what you love, &
Everytime you see a rainbow,
Everytime you feel the sunshine,
Remember Grandma Bea & Feel Great Joy!!!
I left the text and punctuation exactly as it was on the napkin on which I wrote this and from which I delivered the eulogy for my Grandmother-Beatrice Koehntopp-on December 1, 2003 in Bellingham, MN. She finished her life on November 27, 2003 at the still vibrant age of 98 years, 10 months, 7 days.
Special cookies, Special candies,
Special clothes that she made,
Special visits & holidays.
I remember her apple tree,
I remember her flowers,
I remember spending summers with her,
I remember her wonderful laugh.
Most of all-
I remember the lesson that she taught to those who were open to it-
You can get what you want-
If you are willing to work for it-
Work for it & make your dreams come true-
Live your dreams &
Do what you love-
& You will be filled with great joy!
Celebrate & remember this message-
Live your dreams,
Do what you love, &
Everytime you see a rainbow,
Everytime you feel the sunshine,
Remember Grandma Bea & Feel Great Joy!!!
I left the text and punctuation exactly as it was on the napkin on which I wrote this and from which I delivered the eulogy for my Grandmother-Beatrice Koehntopp-on December 1, 2003 in Bellingham, MN. She finished her life on November 27, 2003 at the still vibrant age of 98 years, 10 months, 7 days.
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