A LITTLE BIT OF IRELAND

What is as rare
As a day in Ireland
Amid Macgillycuddy's peaks
Roaming through the Kingdom of Kerry
Walks could magically turn into weeks.

The mountains of Mourne in County Down
Bid my soul to relax and rest----
Those great green mountain ridges
Are like pastoral divine bridges
Between my soul and God.

What is so rare
As a day in Ireland
Leprocauns flitting everywhere
While wearing the green, true happiness seen
A St.Pat's Day Salute to Ireland rare.
2011 by Douglas Raymond Rose
Member Academy of American Poets

My Musical Abilities

Let's keep the Sound of Music going all around the world

Yes, I enjoy playing the piano keyboard and teaching keyboard to students after school during the week. I find it's a grand way to keep the Sound of music going around the world.---Somebody taught me to play, so now I give back by teaching someone younger than I. Music is the laughter of the angels!

FORGIVENESS REWIND

When relationships get complicated
And we continue to grow apart--
Let's press the reset button of Forgiveness
----And Rewind back home to Start.

When harsh feelings take over our senses
And at others we try to throw dark darts---
Let's press the reset button of Forgiveness
----And go back to Love's fresh Start.
2011 by Douglas Raymond Rose
Grand Prairie, Tx.
Member Academy of American Poets

If My Pet Could Talk

Like Charlie the Star kissed Tuna, Sorry Charlie, you're Done!

Charlie Sheen at the Plaza

If my pet could talk it would say:

SORRY CHARLIE!



Charlie Sheen your tV series;

Has enjoyed a ten year run;

But like Charlie the Star kissed Tuna

We think with you we're done.

Your wisecracks are exhausting

Your antics have had a long run--

But like Charlie The star kissed Tuna

Dude---take a hint---you're Done!

Right now you're acting like Half-a-Man

Come on--you're Martin Sheen's son;

But like Charlie the Star kissed Tuna

Sorry Charlie---us cats all say "you're Done!"

GRANDEUR OF GOD

Oozing like fresh oil
From between the earth's cracks
Comes the Grandeur of God

Breaking through the sunrise
With every sizzling sunlit streak
Comes the Grandeur of God.

Like a mother's warm breast
Offering solace to mankind
Comes the Grandeur of God

Like lightning flashing
And thunder-clouds rolling in
Comes the Grandeur of God

Dazzling the night with stars
Making the moon a shining ball;
Comes the Grandeur of God

Out of the Virgin Mary's womb
Into my vacant, waiting soul---
Comes the Grandeur of God.

2011 by Douglas Raymond Rose
Member Academy of American Poets
Member Texas Historical Society

A Favorite Game Show

Around the World I search for you---Everybody Sing!

Traveling from mid-America to New Zealand seemed like 'Around the World" to us. We first changed planes in Los Angeles---then Hawaii----then Figi Island--and then on to Auckland, New Zealand. We took a tourist fairy boat from the North Island to the South Island and then back up to New Zealand. It was truly a trip of a lifetime since we were able to visit with over 40 relatives of ours.

One of them is a member of Parliament.