Dr. Rich's Melheimian Maxims

Little Artists

Little artists are the best
Little artists make a mess
Coloring outside the line
Makes it fun and makes it mine!
So, Picasso, make that mess
Little artists are the best

Hang the canvas
Pour the paint
Call the masses
Messes ain't 
So much a mess
As they are art
Call the children
Now 
let's start

The Mystery

Beads of pearl strings

Webs of silk

Moonlight drops of Spider's milk

Hidden ‘neath the

Shallow sea

God's still hand

In mystery

 

Under every shell and stone

On the surface, deep in bone

Every tidal gallery

Art awaits

In mystery


From the cosmos

Spinning bright

From the atom's inner night

Ears can hear and eyes can see

God's still hand in mystery

 

Not in voice and not in word

But in wonder God is heard

Only those who stop shall see

God's still hand

Artist's hand

Weaving still

And still, and still

Weaving still

The Mystery

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Vaticanned

PAPA had a Butler
A Butler who buttled
A Maggiordomo who managed, but muttled
To filch from the Father his vast treasury
And now he's imprisoned, it seems
In the See

Deep down in the See, See, See
Deep down in the Holy See
If you filch from IL Papa
You're surely to see
The hole of the Ho-holy See

IL PAPA - oh, so trusting
His Butler - a crook
When no one was looking,
the treasures he took
The one thing the vandal did not understand
You mess with IL PAPA 
you're sure to get canned

Vat, Vat, Vaticanned, canned, canned
Vat, Vat, Vaticanned
If you filch from IL Papa
You must understand
You'll get Vat, Vat
Vaticanned

The moral is simple
For sinners and saints
You mess with IL PAPA, 
there'll be no retrains!

The rest of your time here
And purgatory
Will be spent in a cell
Not much hotter than hell
With the Butler who buttled
Then managed, but muttled
The rest of your time here
And purgatory
Will be spent 
Deep down in the See

Deep down in the See, See, See
Deep down in the Holy See
You filch from the Father -
Indulgence? Don't bother!
The rest of your time here
And eterniteeeeeeeeeeee!
In the hole of the 
Ho-holy See

 

A Minute of My Life

If I live to be a hundred, 365,000 sunsets will come and go. Will I catch even a thousand of them? Here's a short song/poem for the morning:

A minute of my life
that I'll never get again
I spent it in the watching, waiting
for a sunset with a friend

A sunset on a hill
that would never again be
It came, it saw, it conquered
and it slid into the sea

Catch a sunset tonight. There'll be another, and another and another. But tonight's sunset will never be again.

 

A Song: The Littlest of the Little

The littlest of the little
And the poorest of the poor
Have something quite in common
And perhaps a far bit more
The brokenest of the broken
And the barest of the bare
Invisible, yet tangible
There's something that they share

They have no voice
They have no choice
They have a hope that someonone somewhere
Will hear their silent prayer
They have a plea
That you will see
And they will one day be considered
Part of their family

The littlest of the little
And the poorest of the poor
Have something quite in common
And perhaps a far bit more
The brokenest of the broken
And the barest of the bare
Invisible, yet powerful
There's something that they share

(Bridge)
How can you let a child that you don't know
Stand lonely, lost and barefoot
Forgotten in the snow?

The littlest of the little
And the poorest of the poor
Have something quite in common
And perhaps a far bit more

They have you

Nietzche's Dead

Here's a little poem I wrote back in my college philosophy days, after encountering Nietzche for the first time:

One day
Nietzche said
"God's dead"
Nothing happened

One day
God said
"Nietzche's dead"

'nuff said

Wes and the Two Wild Boars

My friend, comedian, writer, film guy Wes Halula, spoke yesterday to 450 high school kids in Carefree, AZ. Whilst speaking, the auditroium was visited by two wild pigs. I woke with a little song for Wes and company.

Hava leeena
Hava leena
Kinda pig

Changa boara
Changa boara
Changa boara
Make it big

Digging truffles
Having scuffles
Running into Wes's talk
Makes for interesting Facebook
Even better in a..

Wok.

Before The Sun Sets (a little tune for Sunday morning)

Enjoy the richness
Christ lavishes upon you
Savor the simple things
And give yourself
Extravagently away
In at least one marvelous
Unexpected way

Before the sun sets
Before the moon rises
Fill your world with surprises
Before you close your eye-ses
Before the sun sets
Today

A Forever Never (A poem on the edge of the new year)

The tiger crouches in the jungle

And waits, waits, waits for the exact right moment

To pounce on the gazelle

This will be my year to pounce

And, should my reach not exceed my grasp,

To dine

And you: Is it your year to pounce?

Or will you wait forever

For a forever never?

December 31, 2010

 

My wish for you as the old fades and the new begins:

Have an amazing, conscious raising

Won-won-wonderful, fun-fun-funderful

Magic, untragic

Insightful, slightly frightful

Crazy, sometimes lazy

Pivoting, riveting

Quieting, sometimes rioting

Flowing, growing, 10 foot snowing

Gigantic, romantic, not-so-frantic, non-pedantic

Strong-willed, wind-chilled, miracle-filled

New year, old friends

 

(PS - Below is my "pounce outline" for 2011 in book covers.

The Circle

A circle's just a line
That somehow learned to bend
Surrendering the starting point
And choosing not to end