by Rick Williams
The thorny, naked stalks are there
but nothing else remains.
The leaves and petals are both gone
as warmth and daylight wanes.
The memory still lingers on;
I can close my eyes and smell
the natural perfume that was
the fragrant rose's spell.
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
The Proud Woodstove
Bow before me, yes indeed
gather round, I've what you need.
Embrace me, yes, but don't dare touch.
Believe me--you'll not enjoy it much!
I offer comfort to those of you
who might need some to see you through.
Remove your shoes and wiggle your toes
feel my warmth as numbness goes.
Feed me--don't dare let me fade
or in your home cold will invade.
Sit inside, all warm and dry
safe from the dark and rainy sky.
Years have passed and the fact remains:
Of woodstoves in winter no one complains.
gather round, I've what you need.
Embrace me, yes, but don't dare touch.
Believe me--you'll not enjoy it much!
I offer comfort to those of you
who might need some to see you through.
Remove your shoes and wiggle your toes
feel my warmth as numbness goes.
Feed me--don't dare let me fade
or in your home cold will invade.
Sit inside, all warm and dry
safe from the dark and rainy sky.
Years have passed and the fact remains:
Of woodstoves in winter no one complains.
Sunday, October 14, 2012
The Stranger
By Rick Williams
A sleepy village changed the day
a wandering stranger came.
They had no clue their mundane lives
would never be the same.
A pair of zebras led his cart
a sight quite rare indeed
for people there had never seen
a creature of this breed.
If that were not quite odd enough
his wagon caught their gaze;
adorned with flames of swirling colors
that seemed to dance and blaze.
The man himself was very short
his ears a curious shape
he wore a tall, orange, shiny hat
and and a green & purple cape.
His mustache formed two graceful loops;
each framed a rosy cheek,
and each one of them ended
in a sharply-pointed peak.
On his chin a tiny bell
hung from a wispy beard.
It jingled very faintly
as his throat he cleared.
"Spread the word to one and all:
I've brought something to share!
Tell family, friends, and foes alike
to be here in this square."
"You'll not want to miss out
and it's absolutely free,
so tell everyone in town
that here they'll want to be."
"I'll be back later tonight
after you drink and dine.
I'll answer all your questions then
and fill your curious minds."
With that he turned and sat back down
and whistled a curious tone
the zebras jumped and off they flew
leaving blank-faced folks alone.
Several folks chased after him
but stopped at the first turn.
They stared with sudden disbelief
No trace could they discern.
They muttered, "Not a trace of dust
or track--how can that be?
He vanished like a ghost, he did
and we were there to see!"
Slowly, folks began to leave
and go about their day
But there was lots of talk
and lots of things to say.
When evening came upon the town
and the hour was drawing near
The town square filled with villagers
though the reason was unclear.
"Who was he?" many people asked,
"Why do we make this fuss?"
"What is this thing he said he had
to give away to us?"
Suddenly, the crowd grew silent
and there was heard a sound.
A clopping noise came from behind
And people turned around.
The stranger had arrived again
and silence did ensue,
and as he rolled into the throng
the crowd slowly withdrew.
When he reached the center
of the village square he stopped.
He stood and smiled down at the folks
then from his seat he dropped.
There was a murmur from the crowd
as people tried to see
what the stranger's business was,
and who he claimed to be.
He opened up the carriage door
and put a stool upon the ground,
and with a basket full of bottles
he stepped up and looked around.
"Hark ye! Gather near to me--
come hither with great haste.
move quickly before the day is done
let not a minute waste."
"You there, small timid man
with long and crooked nose;
I see that curiosity
within you surely grows."
"You too, old woman
there, way in back
with grey-streaked hair
and dressed in black."
"Come forth, good people
for I have brought
something that you surely need
but currently have not."
"I offer you salvation
from discomfort and from pain
to you I give my bottled cure.
From payment please refrain."
"I see from many faces here
that are staring out at me,
that some of you are skeptics
while others yearn to see."
"Worry not the least dear friends,
it is my gift to you.
My payment is to see you well
when tomorrow's sky turns blue."
He offered bottles in both hands
held outward toward the fray
and slowly townsfolk inched in close
to what he held their way.
"Don't be afraid," he volunteered
as he held the bottles out.
"There's nothing here unsafe for you
of that please have no doubt."
The townsfolk began to make their way
to the stranger's outstretched arms
and slowly excitement began to grow
as they were caught up in his charms.
No one seemed to notice
that he had the exact amount
of bottles for each person there
or that he did without a count.
Soon everyone was drinking
and the contents were all gone
and people looked around to see if
anything was going on.
A murmur rose from in the crowd
and it began to rise.
"I don't feel any different...
...how about you?" became the cries.
The stranger climbed back up atop
the zebra-powered cart.
He stood and faced the crowd once more
and held his arms apart.
"You'll see or feel nothing at all
until the morning light.
So just relax and go about
your evening, and good night."
He turned and sat upon the seat
and gave the reins a shake
and suddenly he and his cart were gone
leaving chaos in his wake.
When morning came the town was still;
no people and no sound.
There were still the sounds of nature
but no humans were around.
Then in the eerie stillness
a familiar sound was heard:
The stranger and his zebra's hooves
where the only thing that stirred.
He paused at each and every door
while the zebras patiently stood
he went inside and came back with
anything that looked good.
When he had went through every house
he had spent the entire day,
a multitude of very tiny folks
watched him roll away.
A sleepy village changed the day
a wandering stranger came.
They had no clue their mundane lives
would never be the same.
A pair of zebras led his cart
a sight quite rare indeed
for people there had never seen
a creature of this breed.
If that were not quite odd enough
his wagon caught their gaze;
adorned with flames of swirling colors
that seemed to dance and blaze.
The man himself was very short
his ears a curious shape
he wore a tall, orange, shiny hat
and and a green & purple cape.
His mustache formed two graceful loops;
each framed a rosy cheek,
and each one of them ended
in a sharply-pointed peak.
On his chin a tiny bell
hung from a wispy beard.
It jingled very faintly
as his throat he cleared.
"Spread the word to one and all:
I've brought something to share!
Tell family, friends, and foes alike
to be here in this square."
"You'll not want to miss out
and it's absolutely free,
so tell everyone in town
that here they'll want to be."
"I'll be back later tonight
after you drink and dine.
I'll answer all your questions then
and fill your curious minds."
With that he turned and sat back down
and whistled a curious tone
the zebras jumped and off they flew
leaving blank-faced folks alone.
Several folks chased after him
but stopped at the first turn.
They stared with sudden disbelief
No trace could they discern.
They muttered, "Not a trace of dust
or track--how can that be?
He vanished like a ghost, he did
and we were there to see!"
Slowly, folks began to leave
and go about their day
But there was lots of talk
and lots of things to say.
When evening came upon the town
and the hour was drawing near
The town square filled with villagers
though the reason was unclear.
"Who was he?" many people asked,
"Why do we make this fuss?"
"What is this thing he said he had
to give away to us?"
Suddenly, the crowd grew silent
and there was heard a sound.
A clopping noise came from behind
And people turned around.
The stranger had arrived again
and silence did ensue,
and as he rolled into the throng
the crowd slowly withdrew.
When he reached the center
of the village square he stopped.
He stood and smiled down at the folks
then from his seat he dropped.
There was a murmur from the crowd
as people tried to see
what the stranger's business was,
and who he claimed to be.
He opened up the carriage door
and put a stool upon the ground,
and with a basket full of bottles
he stepped up and looked around.
"Hark ye! Gather near to me--
come hither with great haste.
move quickly before the day is done
let not a minute waste."
"You there, small timid man
with long and crooked nose;
I see that curiosity
within you surely grows."
"You too, old woman
there, way in back
with grey-streaked hair
and dressed in black."
"Come forth, good people
for I have brought
something that you surely need
but currently have not."
"I offer you salvation
from discomfort and from pain
to you I give my bottled cure.
From payment please refrain."
"I see from many faces here
that are staring out at me,
that some of you are skeptics
while others yearn to see."
"Worry not the least dear friends,
it is my gift to you.
My payment is to see you well
when tomorrow's sky turns blue."
He offered bottles in both hands
held outward toward the fray
and slowly townsfolk inched in close
to what he held their way.
"Don't be afraid," he volunteered
as he held the bottles out.
"There's nothing here unsafe for you
of that please have no doubt."
The townsfolk began to make their way
to the stranger's outstretched arms
and slowly excitement began to grow
as they were caught up in his charms.
No one seemed to notice
that he had the exact amount
of bottles for each person there
or that he did without a count.
Soon everyone was drinking
and the contents were all gone
and people looked around to see if
anything was going on.
A murmur rose from in the crowd
and it began to rise.
"I don't feel any different...
...how about you?" became the cries.
The stranger climbed back up atop
the zebra-powered cart.
He stood and faced the crowd once more
and held his arms apart.
"You'll see or feel nothing at all
until the morning light.
So just relax and go about
your evening, and good night."
He turned and sat upon the seat
and gave the reins a shake
and suddenly he and his cart were gone
leaving chaos in his wake.
When morning came the town was still;
no people and no sound.
There were still the sounds of nature
but no humans were around.
Then in the eerie stillness
a familiar sound was heard:
The stranger and his zebra's hooves
where the only thing that stirred.
He paused at each and every door
while the zebras patiently stood
he went inside and came back with
anything that looked good.
When he had went through every house
he had spent the entire day,
a multitude of very tiny folks
watched him roll away.
Monday, June 11, 2012
Rhymes for the Workplace Bathroom
By Rick Williams
[I wrote each of these to combat specific problems where I used to work]
Apparently from what I am seeing
you pick your nose while you are peeing.
Please stop it quick
'fore we get sick.
On that we're all agreeing.
_____
To flush these you must do it quick;
don't pull the handle slow.
You have to do it with a flick
to stop the water's flow.
Unless you really like to mop
the floor up every day,
flush it quick so it will stop
and dry our feet will stay.
[I wrote each of these to combat specific problems where I used to work]
Apparently from what I am seeing
you pick your nose while you are peeing.
Please stop it quick
'fore we get sick.
On that we're all agreeing.
_____
To flush these you must do it quick;
don't pull the handle slow.
You have to do it with a flick
to stop the water's flow.
Unless you really like to mop
the floor up every day,
flush it quick so it will stop
and dry our feet will stay.
Friday, June 1, 2012
Don't Waste the Chance
By Rick Williams
June is here
with rain--it's clear.
Don't miss a chance to mow!
The lawn grows fast
green: Unsurpassed
you can almost see it grow.
Dry days are rare
so don't EVEN dare
miss a single chance you get.
Get out on that mower
and cut that grass lower...
and HURRY--before you get wet!
June is here
with rain--it's clear.
Don't miss a chance to mow!
The lawn grows fast
green: Unsurpassed
you can almost see it grow.
Dry days are rare
so don't EVEN dare
miss a single chance you get.
Get out on that mower
and cut that grass lower...
and HURRY--before you get wet!
Saturday, May 19, 2012
Sunity
By Rick Williams
The rays of sun caress my skin
and wrap me in their glow.
It blesses me; I feel alive;
tingling from head to toe.
As summer's end grows closer
it once again sends forth
the signal to shed clothing
before winter winds of north.
The solar heat warms gently
and accompanied by breezes
the cooling effect of gentle wind
feels good on skin it teases.
All our bodies' little hairs
exposed when we are bare
are energized receptors
of the sun and breezes there.
People wear clothing since day one
and we never question why.
Most of us would never dream
of giving nudity a try.
The small amount of folks that do
know of its healing power.
It cleanses cobwebs from the mind
like taking a mental shower.
When temperatures are perfect
it's so nice to shed your clothes
But it makes a difference where you're at
before you do expose.
The best, of course, are places
out away from prying eyes.
Like forests, lakes, or beaches
with space and clear blue skies.
When finally the suns rays go
and getting dressed is near
it's hard to think that it might be
the last until next year.
This word of mine called Sunity
was invented just for fun.
You just take a little nudity
and sprinkle it with sun.
The rays of sun caress my skin
and wrap me in their glow.
It blesses me; I feel alive;
tingling from head to toe.
As summer's end grows closer
it once again sends forth
the signal to shed clothing
before winter winds of north.
The solar heat warms gently
and accompanied by breezes
the cooling effect of gentle wind
feels good on skin it teases.
All our bodies' little hairs
exposed when we are bare
are energized receptors
of the sun and breezes there.
People wear clothing since day one
and we never question why.
Most of us would never dream
of giving nudity a try.
The small amount of folks that do
know of its healing power.
It cleanses cobwebs from the mind
like taking a mental shower.
When temperatures are perfect
it's so nice to shed your clothes
But it makes a difference where you're at
before you do expose.
The best, of course, are places
out away from prying eyes.
Like forests, lakes, or beaches
with space and clear blue skies.
When finally the suns rays go
and getting dressed is near
it's hard to think that it might be
the last until next year.
This word of mine called Sunity
was invented just for fun.
You just take a little nudity
and sprinkle it with sun.
Saturday, May 12, 2012
Bliss
By Rick Williams
Hot tub soaking
laughing and joking
Drinking beer
with good friends near
Warm water fun
in tropical sun
Craigslist deals
and things with wheels
Picture taking
Fall leaf raking
The smell of rain
Riding trains
Computer play
A roadside cafe
Watching good flicks
with action and chicks
Thrift store things
Hummingbird wings
Acoustic guitars
Shooting stars
Things like this
to me, bring bliss!
Hot tub soaking
laughing and joking
Drinking beer
with good friends near
Warm water fun
in tropical sun
Craigslist deals
and things with wheels
Picture taking
Fall leaf raking
The smell of rain
Riding trains
Computer play
A roadside cafe
Watching good flicks
with action and chicks
Thrift store things
Hummingbird wings
Acoustic guitars
Shooting stars
Things like this
to me, bring bliss!
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
The Scent of a Woman
By Rick Williams
A woman's scent
will stir warm thoughts
and tie my stomach
into knots.
Is it a curse?
No, it's a blessing
it's pure pleasure
far from distressing.
When did it start?
I don't quite know,
but it did, and it
began to grow.
I'd stop, transfixed
right where I stood
with eyes closed tight
indeed I would.
With vertigo
I'd sometimes reel
my head would spin
and weird I'd feel.
The scent of any woman
is the essence of their soul
I love to breathe them in
and behind them love to stroll.
A woman's scent
will stir warm thoughts
and tie my stomach
into knots.
Is it a curse?
No, it's a blessing
it's pure pleasure
far from distressing.
When did it start?
I don't quite know,
but it did, and it
began to grow.
I'd stop, transfixed
right where I stood
with eyes closed tight
indeed I would.
With vertigo
I'd sometimes reel
my head would spin
and weird I'd feel.
The scent of any woman
is the essence of their soul
I love to breathe them in
and behind them love to stroll.
Friday, March 23, 2012
Emailed Rhymes to Dana
By Rick Williams
[Dana was the administrative assistant where I worked. A great sense of humor and a certain amount of craziness emanated from her all the time. The following rhymes were all things that popped into my mind and were emailed to her at various times when we worked there.]
There once was a woman named Dana
Who fell and her ass was in pain-a
It hurt her to sit
and to pee and to (uh, you know)
So from wild sex had to refrain-a.
------
Ally, Dana's beautiful daughter
to LaCroy her mom finally brought her.
She has very nice clothes
and the reason I knows
is 'cause Dana borrows some that she got her.
The mouthful of braces she had
that were bought by her mom & her dad
are finally gone
and now she can yawn
without the embarrassment she had.
Now her beautiful smile is all done
and her teeth can shine bright like the sun.
All those nice pearly whites
can shine brightly like lights
and her grin will now dazzle and stun.
------
A whoosh as Dana hurried by;
a flash of purple too.
A merry twinkle in her eye
a smile and by she blew.
Her energy seemed limitless
no pausing ever shown.
She's lucky that she wore no dress
or high it might have flown!
------
Here's a note.
I'd like to say:
I hope you have
a decent day.
I'm sorry for your
family woes
and all the stuff
that with it, goes.
Just so you know that
as your friend
I'm behind you and
support I send.
------
Dana is a naughty girl
or maybe she's pretending,
but either way is fine with me;
no risk of her offending.
I'm just a dirty-minded man
with titties on the brain
and from those thoughts of nakedness
I find I can't abstain.
Undressing ladies in my mind
is something that I do
but I've never actually attempted
to use a mirror on my shoe.
Suggestive comments, body moves
or any of that stuff
all energize my shallow mind--
I just can't get enough.
So Dana: Lay it on as thick
as you feel like you can
naughty stuff just makes my day
'cause I am just a man.
[Dana was the administrative assistant where I worked. A great sense of humor and a certain amount of craziness emanated from her all the time. The following rhymes were all things that popped into my mind and were emailed to her at various times when we worked there.]
There once was a woman named Dana
Who fell and her ass was in pain-a
It hurt her to sit
and to pee and to (uh, you know)
So from wild sex had to refrain-a.
------
Ally, Dana's beautiful daughter
to LaCroy her mom finally brought her.
She has very nice clothes
and the reason I knows
is 'cause Dana borrows some that she got her.
The mouthful of braces she had
that were bought by her mom & her dad
are finally gone
and now she can yawn
without the embarrassment she had.
Now her beautiful smile is all done
and her teeth can shine bright like the sun.
All those nice pearly whites
can shine brightly like lights
and her grin will now dazzle and stun.
------
A whoosh as Dana hurried by;
a flash of purple too.
A merry twinkle in her eye
a smile and by she blew.
Her energy seemed limitless
no pausing ever shown.
She's lucky that she wore no dress
or high it might have flown!
------
Here's a note.
I'd like to say:
I hope you have
a decent day.
I'm sorry for your
family woes
and all the stuff
that with it, goes.
Just so you know that
as your friend
I'm behind you and
support I send.
------
Dana is a naughty girl
or maybe she's pretending,
but either way is fine with me;
no risk of her offending.
I'm just a dirty-minded man
with titties on the brain
and from those thoughts of nakedness
I find I can't abstain.
Undressing ladies in my mind
is something that I do
but I've never actually attempted
to use a mirror on my shoe.
Suggestive comments, body moves
or any of that stuff
all energize my shallow mind--
I just can't get enough.
So Dana: Lay it on as thick
as you feel like you can
naughty stuff just makes my day
'cause I am just a man.
Thursday, March 1, 2012
Lethargic Limerick
By Rick Williams
While commuting to work one fine day
it struck me how little I play.
Is my energy just low
or have I gotten just so
used to sitting down all stinkin' day?
While commuting to work one fine day
it struck me how little I play.
Is my energy just low
or have I gotten just so
used to sitting down all stinkin' day?
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