We just passed the summer solstice, did you miss it?
Enjoy the beauty of summer, read, smile and kiss it.
MUSIC INSOUCIANCE: SUMMER IN SITU
Music in Summer heat sometimes a bummer
Music in your ear brains shift to a higher gear
Music inside lyric’s words in 4ths 5ths and 3rds
Music in sentences in calm choral cadences
Music in your mind when it is time to unwind
Music in your head oftentimes more to be said
Musical forms inside Baroque music norms
Musical widths in jazz time, bars, and 5ths
Music for clumsy feet when waltzing is sweet
Music in your arms with its melodious charms
Music in your hands clap with all the bands
Musical movie all the dancing is groovy
Music from the past determined to last
Music comes soon from sunrise to moon.
SNOWCONES! SHAVE ICE!
I would build that snowcone in the air
that slushy cone with mounds of ice
and all who slurped would taste it there
all would shout Snowcone! Shave Ice!
its melting juicy rainbow colors rare
piled high in shaved mounds so nice
So close your eyes and taste with joy
sweet summer delights for girl and boy
a delightful dessert in Polar Paradise.
A Mudita Mantra with Mirth in Mind
Mudita means ‘sympathetic joy’ in Sanskrit. It is the happiness
one enjoys for others. In Buddhism mudita is “the ability to
spontaneously and sincerely participate in another’s good
fortune as if it were your own.” A mantra is a hymn or portion
of a text in Hinduism which is chanted or intoned as a prayer.
A MIDSUMMER MORNING MUDITA MANTRA
I have mudita for these things: days, and all four seasons
On three day holidays which usually on a Monday end
All those who disregard online trolls who insult and offend
Wednesdays hump day with the weekend round the bend
Thursdays when neighbors have a helping hand to lend
Fridays getting beer and other things for a party weekend
Saturday house chores done so no more cleanups to tend
A day resting up with a snoozing Sunday siesta to mend.
Concrete thinkers abstract thoughts begin to comprehend
Korean grandparents enjoying a tropical fruit juice blend
Loose chickens, goats, pigs, and cows finally penned
Every day during every holiday making a new friend
Mudita for all those who once seemed easily offended
Who now brings us laughter before each day is ended.
Joey “Pepe Batbon” Connolly is a retired educator who taught in the CNMI, NOLA, and LVNV. He is the Poet Laureate of Tinian and enjoys stargazing.
