BEAT THE CLOCK
by Alicia Beckwith
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My! How we rush around
Doing this and that about town.
Hurry, hurry!
Rush and scurry!
From one shop to another
In search of that treasure.
“Gotta run now!” we say
As we dash about all day.
Gotta pick up kids from school
Gotta pick up my husband’s tool.
Get home to make dinner.
It’s a wonder I’m not thinner!
Now when day’s done
I’m still on the run!
Pick up
Catch up
Clean up
Tidy up!
Now it’s time for bed!
I’m beat when I lay my head.
Why do we play this game?
It so lame!
Because we don’t stop to play,
To just enjoy the day.
No time to visit a friend
As we rush to day’s end.
Take a breath and STOP!
Slow down before we drop.
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Bread of Life
(Sense of Taste)
by Alicia Beckwith
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Eyes big, dark and hollow,
Looking back at me
Is all that I can see
As I taste the first of morn –
Bellies swollen round and fat
Distended as can be
Is all that I can see
As I taste the first of morn.
Tiny faces so forlorn.
Wrists so small, so thin.
Empty hands stretched toward me
Reaching toward me
Is all that I can see
As I taste my Bread this morn.
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FEATHERED FRIENDS’ MEETING
by Alicia Beckwith
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The cars down below
Are the ebb and flow
Of life in the city
Amongst the nitty gritty!
BUT! We watch them every day
As they scurry on their way
To work, to play, to home
They always go fast on the roam.
Anyway, ‘HEY! There’s a meeting
And you’re the one who’s greeting
Our guest speaker for today
In the wind and all the fray.
Line up now, careful not to fall
We need to pay attention one and all.
So wrap your feet on that wire
The one that doesn’t fire.
Move in closer so we can fit.
Hey! Move over or you can git !
Who’s the one to send the news
On route 590’s wire that’s the fuse?
Joe, look at those legs! What a girl!
Keep your wingsfurled
Or you’ll lose your grip
And surely you’ll slip!
Amy can send the speech ‘round the city
To Chicago then on to Ol’ Smitty.
Then Roberto’ll forward to Santé Fe
And on to Cindy in San Jose.
So, let the wires sing
And go with hearty zing
Tweet and chirp the news today
Pass the word along the way!
Alicia Beckwith is a local poet and has been writing poetry for four decades. Her poems have been published in book collections and magazines.
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