The Gift

The Gift

I do not know of lucky stones,

Or of what import the stars may bear.

All that I know,

All that I need to know,

Is that I believe in You!

May this stone bring you fortune.

May the stars guide you true.

But all that I know,

All that I need to know,

Is that I believe in You!

Copyright 2005 Jim Ivy

The Epicure

The Epicure

A sip of this – a sip of that,

A tongue, so delicate to please,

Once tried to reach Eternity

It’s pleasures to perceive.

But once the road was taken,

Through spoon and knife and fork,

It’s belly became extended

Like a walking, grunting pork!

So when you tempt to waddle

Round a table sure to please,

Just remember that your middle

May expand itself past ease!

Copyright 2005 Jim Ivy

Sounds

I have heard the wind,
On deep black nights of crystal stars,
Whisper, whisper through the trees.

The secret silence of a meadow
As the snow sifts slowly, softly down.

I’ve walked the shore
And heard the sea surf singing.

But most of all, the sound I love,
Is that of children dreaming.

Copyright 2005 Jim Ivy

Jazzman

Jazzman’s got his feelings,

They come out through his horn.

Music’s got it’s meanings

Way before it’s born.

If I weren’t a dreamer

Don’t know what I’d do.

Guess I’d hire a jazzman

To play a song for you.

I’d tell him how I love you,

He’d know just what to do.

He’d wrap my heart within that song

And play it straight to you!

Copyright 2005 Jim Ivy

Prelude

I have songs to sing to you
And dreams I’d like to share,
Thoughts that are too deep
To pass without a care.

I’ve lived with laughter . . .
And with tears,
And sung of both in time.
I’d like to sing to you now,
To offer you my rhyme.

Copyright 2005 Jim Ivy