Eat from the Table by KimB

Eat from the Table

A Song of Celebration.
by KimB 2023

---

She walked across the desert,
To bring us Goodwill.

Her hands were empty,
But her heart was Full.

Come sit at the table
and eat 'til you're full.

The Fruit from the Land,
and the Bread from the Mill.

---
Refrain

Come eat at the table
The Bread from the Mill.

---

Chorus

And we'll walk together,
Our hearts will be full.

Our hands will be joined
by acts of Goodwill.

Our world will be brighter
And our days will be still.

As we eat from the table
The Bread from the Mill.

---

She walked across Mountains
To bring us our Fill.

Of Smoke from the woods,
and the streams cold and still.

The table is set
With food from the stream.

And sweet golden syrup
That comes from the trees.

---
Refrain

Come eat from the table
The Bread from the Mill.

---

Chorus

And we'll walk together,
Our hearts will be full.

Our hands will be joined
by acts of Goodwill.

Our world will be brighter
And our days will be still.

As we eat from the table
The Bread from the Mill.

---

She came across Oceans
And risked all she owned.

She had but one thing
to keep her from harm.

She brought us her gift
And gave it with care.

And offered it up
At the table to share.

---
Refrain

Come eat from the table
The Bread from the Mill.

---

Chorus

And we'll walk together,
Our hearts will be full.

Our hands will be joined
by acts of Goodwill.

Our world will be brighter
And our days will be still.

As we eat from the table
The Bread from the Mill.

---

They all walked their ways,
Separate but one.

They bring us our hope
That our days will be warm.

That our lives will be full
And our cares will be none.

To share in their gifts
To the table we come.

---
Refrain

Come eat from the table
The Bread from the Mill.

---

Chorus

And we'll walk together,
Our hearts will be full.

Our hands will be joined
by acts of Goodwill.

Our world will be brighter
And our days will be still.

As we eat from the table
The Bread from the Mill.

---

They share in their bounty
And share it with All.

The food on the table
warms Each and All.

Lives of Goodwill
belongs to Us all.

As we eat The Fruit from the Land,
and the Bread from the Mill.

---
Refrain

Come eat from the table
The Bread from the Mill.

---

Chorus

And we'll walk together,
Our hearts will be full.

Our hands will be joined
by acts of Goodwill.

Our world will be brighter
And our days will be still.

As we eat from the table
The Bread from the Mill.

---

A Moonlight Life by KimB

A Moonlight Life

The path of my life,
is a tracery of moonlight.
A filigree pattern of shadow.

Its silvery leaves,
floating in breezes.
A cast of darkened dapples.

For a moment it sways,
then shifting its way.
Carving a different hue.

A silvery light,
marks but one night.
A tally for half an Interval.

Earth shine falls
upon the shadows.
As the new moon slides
between two dancers.
Passing in a twelfth of time,
to be reborn upon the seventh.

KimB 12 2023

AI Fakery by KimB

AI Fakery

AI is not
Something to trust.

Its users are thieves
Who do as they please.

To pretend that they know
What they never could show.

Other than take
Which makes them all Fakes.

KimB 02 2024

Holiday Cheer by KimB

Holiday Cheer

When cheer abounds,
We make the rounds,
And sing the songs of yore.

We drink our fill,
of yule tide swill,
And happily ask for more.

We sing like bears,
that have no cares,
As the bellowed music swells.

A rousing chorus,
made with lots of noise,
Is sure to ring the bell.

KimB 12 2023

Happy Holidays to Everyone!

Joy by KimB

Dedicated to my friends A&J

JOY

My dog is named Joy,

And she gives me her heart.

She shows me her love,

Whenever she barks.



She runs around and races,

to show me her spark.

Her warm cuddles beside me,

are sure when it's dark.

KimB 12 2023

Why Old Ladies Wear Slippers by KimB

I know why old ladies wear slippers...

Shoes are expensive

And slippers are cheap.

The first is too tight,

The next fits their feet.


They are easy to get on

And come off with a flick,

While shoes require

a bendover to kick.


Slippers are comfy

And and come in all forms,

Some are plain while

some are adorned.


Some have a lining

And others have none.

You can pick from faux-fleece

Or leather to roam.


They come in all sizes

And styles to chose.

You can have half a dozen,

With little to lose.


They keep your feet warm

When the weather gets cold,

Amd during the heat waves,

Your toes can go bold.


So here is to slippers

Soft, fuzzy or firm,

They have been around ages,

And wear them in turns.


One size fits all,

Which cannot be beat,

And we wear them however

They fit on our feet.


KimB 12 2023

Cards to Deck From by KimB

You play a Ten;
I play a Tree,
You play a Jack
and I a Three.
Next you pass
and play none.
I play an Ace
and next a Queen
And for Round One
I reign supreme.


I play my pairs,
and Sail the Sea.
Your Thief takes them
all for three.
You bend your straight
to the high.
My score is low;
the End is Nigh.
For Round Two,
Your cards held true.


Your Knight moves out,
My Clash hits hard.
Your best lands in
the Graveyard.
You spin a Snare
but my Spies see.
So I take yours,
when I pay a fee.


Fire and Frost
not quite spent.
With options few
to make a dent.
The Timer flares.
We're nearly done
One last tick
and then it's gone.


Who will win?
The game's in sway.
The tallest Last Card
will have Last Say.


KimB 07 2023

The City and The Yew by KimB

In a flower field; a mighty yew.
A day; a week; a year.

A city grew, in place of yew.
A smile; a laugh; a tear.

A bird once flew, from that yew.
A song; a thrush; to hear.

Silence fades, as noise cascades.
The city roars so near.



KimB 07 2023

Old Lady's Hands by KimB

Old Lady's hands

Have played in mud,
Drawn stick figures,
Made finger paintings.

* Old Men's hands have done the same but different.


Old Lady's hands

Have rolled first cookies,
Iced first cake,
Held first cones.

* Old Men's hands have done the same but different.


Old Lady's hands

Have cuddled first kitten,
Stroked first dog,
Hugged first doll.

* Old Men's hands have done the same but different.


Old Lady's hands

Have clapped with glee,
Hidden their giggles,
Finger-spied peeks.

* Old Men's hands have done the same but different.


Old Lady's hands

Have clasped first lover,
Styled their hair,
Sewed first gown.

* Old Men's hands have done the same but different.


Old Lady's hands

Have cooked first meal,
Cradled first child,
Pushed first stroller.

* Old Men's hands have done the same but different.


Old Lady's hands

Have carried the sick,
Fed the hungry,
Tended the infirm.

* Old Men's hands have done the same but different.


Old Lady's hands

Have buried their parents,
Buried their sisters,
Buried their brothers.

* Old Men's hands have done the same but different.


Old Lady's hands

Have mourned their lovers,
Mourned their friends,
Mourned their children.

* Old Men's hands have done the same but different.


Old Lady's hands

Have wrinkles from love,
Veins from work,
Scars from toil.

* Old Men's hands have done the same but different.


Old Lady's hands,

Are the Map of Life.

KimB 07 2023

Walls of Illusion by KimB

Walls of illusion, a colored pale,
The line that separates within-the-pale.

Mimic breezes stir the air,
While the winds outside claim the dare.

Light is dark and Dark is light,
The splintered image in reversed sight.

Windows out and windows in,
The view can change at a whim.

Floors of stone, of wood and wool,
Transmute and tame Winter's chill.

KimB 07 2023

Camel Caravan by KimB

Musings on data packet loss...

Camel Caravan


One Hundred camels in a caravan,

along the Silk Road their passage ran.

One camel was lost, Ninety Nine remained.

Did anyone care where the lost One ranged?


Ninety Eight camels from the oasis left,

Ninety Six arrived at their next spot for rest.

Another camel strayed, afar and some,

No one bothered their heads counting sums.


Here a One, there a One and soon there was None.

People wondered how it was done.

For no one, it seems, had the slightest clue,

Who's job it was, to count camel poo.


KimB 08 2023

Camel Prints

Anniversaries by KimB

There is the day I was born

and the day I will die.

There are the clothes I have worn,

The hair that was shorn,

and the tears of goodbye.



In bins and bags,

the scent of wear,

the clothes, now rags,

with maker's tags,

the remains of care.



There is a goal.

The waves of pain,

a hidden shoal,

revealed to show,

where tears remain.



Caccitori.

A strifeful life,

Omlette glory.

Meatloaf stories.

cut of kindness' knife.



The day we met,

and how we laughed.

The times we wept.

The fun we kept,

which swept our path.



Half of two.

The morning sun,

The day renewed,

Like the morning dew.

Half in his course the Ram did run.



The flowers red bloom.

The soil tilled.

The yellow ones soon.

A color monsoon.

Martinis chilled.



Summer sweat.

The game's in play,

The racquet swept,

the ball in net.

The score decides a lunch to pay.



Kisses fine

and Lemon pies,

a Saint-Émilion wine,

bouquet refined,

made starry-eyes.



Cold dogs nose-es;

The woman in blue.

Frozen toes-es;

awakward poses.

Wind captured hues.



The bags are full, the bins have gone.

The closet bare.

Sorrow's thorns

of tears, still torn.

And dusty shelves, do not care.



KimB 2023

Footsteps by KimB

[a simple folk song]

I heard your footsteps, darling.

In the morning sun.

I heard them on the grass, my dear.

I came upon the run.



I heard your footsteps, dearest.

I heard them, yes it's true.

I heard you walk upon the lawn, my own,

In the morning dew.



I heard your footsteps fading, love.

And watched you pass me by.

I listened to the birds, my dear.

Their crys both sharp and high.



Your footsteps faded in the light, my heart.

As night gave way to day.

I will listen for your footsteps, my love.

'Though you've gone far away.




Chorus:

My dearest love, My love is dear,

My heart is true to thee.

I will listen for your footsteps,

'Though you've gone far from me.

Kim B 2023

The Eye Does See by KimB

On my death, there shall be,

nothing more to hear or see.

The I that's Me, will not be;

The I that's You, is not there too.

It's in the I, the eye does see,

What we call You and Me.

KimB 2023

The Cat Box by KimB

The Cat Box

Humans are funny things,

They always try to make things clean.

We get into trouble,

On the double,

When the pan we seek,

between our cheeks.

With notable flaws,

We scrape and paw,

And do our best,

to make a mess.

With broom and pan,

Humans ruin our plans,

For the sand to reach,

the size of a beach.


Kim Bigelow 2023

An Atom's Width by KimB

An Atom's Width

A touch / A finger's breadth / A hand extened,

Waiting for response.

A distance / A far nearness / A closer closure,

An approaching conjunction.

A sensation / A cold warming / A thawing warmth,

The ebbing cool.

A scent / An aroma of earth / A waft of sky,

A bouquet of fragrace.

Such craving for touch.

Such desire for closeness.

Such yearning for warmth.

Such hunger for inbreath.


Kim Bigelow 2023

3 Hearts by KimB

I have 3 hearts

the first is the one beating / it has been beating for 1 year longer than my life

the second is my heart of sorrows / it holds all the sadness of my life

the third is my heart of hope / it holds love and happiness and kindness / it pours this into my life like blood / it keeps beating for a future

sometimes I think my heart will stop but it keeps going / it is pulled by the other two

someday it will stop / but only when all three have stopped together

KimB 12 10 2022

COVID Year 2 by KimB

COVID Year 2

So many things lost, so many things missed,
So many chances taken, so many chances skipped,
So many rules, so much to lose,
So far to go, yet too soon to choose.

Tomorrow is too far, Today is too soon,
Yesterday is over; echos fading fast,
Now is all we have; moments tracking past.

Just awhile ago; we gathered for a fête,
The words to be told and story to be kept.
The journey didn't end; the promise forhold.
A minor interruption, or so we were told.

Some may be here and others maybe gone,
We remember them all, in the early morning dawn.

Kim Bigelow October 2021

COVID Numbers 10 02 2021
Global Deaths	5,000,000
USA Deaths	700,000
USA New Cases	150,000
USA Active Cases	4,000,000

The Scooter Song by Kim Bigelow

The Scooter Song by Kim Bigelow
(to the tune of the Union Maid)

Copyright © 2020 by Kim Bigelow
All rights reserved.

Verse
A scooter on the wall,
doing pushups tall,
Looks up high,
at the sky
Alternate 1: and this is what she said,
Alternate 2: and this is what he said,
Alternate 3: and this is what they said,

Chorus
Oh you can't catch me, I'm a Scooter!
I'm a Scooter!
I'm a Scooter!
Oh you can't catch me, I'm a Scooter!
Spoken And I can out run you all!

Verse
Running up a wall,
Is no trouble at all,
I can run up and down,
and turn around,
And grasp the world from upside down

Chorus
Oh you can't match me, I'm a Scooter!
I'm a Scooter!
I'm a Scooter!
Oh you can't match me, I'm a Scooter!
Spoken And I can out run you all!

Verse
You can't find me!
I'm not hiding in a tree,
I'm in the shade
that the leaves have made,
And you won't spot me!

Chorus
Oh you won't spot me, I'm a Scooter!
I'm a Scooter!
I'm a Scooter!
Oh you won't spot me, I'm a Scooter!
Spoken And I can out run you all!

Verse
At the start of the day,
Scooters come out to play,
when the sun comes up,
and the wall warms up,
they're transformed by its rays.

Chorus
Oh you can't mark me, I'm a Scooter!
I'm a Scooter!
I'm a Scooter!
Oh you can't mark me, I'm a Scooter!
Spoken And I can out run you all!

Verse
Scooters maybe small
but they are perfect on a wall
So don't blink
cause in a wink
they will be gone before you see.

Chorus
Oh you can't catch me, I'm a Scooter!
I'm a Scooter!
I'm a Scooter!
Oh you can't catch me, I'm a Scooter!
Spoken And I can out run you all!

Scooter

Sailing on the COVID sea by Kim Bigelow

Sailing on the COVID sea by Kim Bigelow

Copyright © 2020 by Kim Bigelow
All rights reserved.
Revised 06/19/2022

Chorus:
Rollin' down the river to the COVID sea,
Wonder what will happen to you and to me.
Lock down, turn around, don't breath on me!

Said the rich man to the poor man, Your life is Mine,
You work when I say and die on time.
Sailing down the river to the COVID sea.

Rowing down the river and what did I see?
Masquerqades, Pass-Parades and Jammed-Buries*,
Two foot, four foot, six foot hops,
Sanitize, Sterilize and Neck-Mask Flops.

One hundred, two hundred, three hundred dead,
The President says, "Good Times are Ahead!"
One thousand, two thousand, three thousand more,
The President says, "Stats are just a bore!"

Chorus:
Good times, dead times, money for free!
Stay at home, buy a tomb, no doctors to see.
Stay in place, leave a trace, don't cough on me!

Ten thousand dead from walkabouts town,
"Twenty thousand dead," says the Pres with a frown.
Two Hundred Thousand dead and it's plain to see
Morgue Trucks; The President ducks ... out to the tee.

Shout Out:
I don't care,
I'll take the dare,
gotta breath some air.

Windows Up, no drives around town,
"Bad Luck," says the Pres to Blacks and to Browns.
Can't buy nuthin', There's nuthin' to see,
Dead air, it's not fair, it's no way to be.

Chorus Backing:
Eviction is comin',
And I'll be strummin',
On the streets for free.

"Pay me," says the Rich Guy with hands so clean,
Thirteen Billion in a day is his dream.
Eight hundred thousand dead and I'm ready to scream!

"Hey you fool!", send your kids to school,
Take a trip or a ship, overseas.
Death will be waiting, for the easy takings.

Chorus:
No more pensions, health care preventions,
unemployment compensations
or subsidies.

Dying for the Pres, it's your patriotic duty,
The government grabs all the loot and booty.
It's roll one for them and twenty for you,
Show your face, you're The Ace with your MAGA cap too.

You die just the same and the pickin's are rich.
You get the same care as the folks in the ditch.
'Cause there ain't no cure and there ain't no fix.

The Dead Herds fillin' graves, will make some rich,
As long as we all buy the hype and the pitch.
There is only one guarantee:
The dead in the graves are you and me.

The President says, "We gotta hold our nerve".
The President says, "We're trying to flatten the curve".
says the Man in the Hat, "We're gonna beat it like THAT!"

Johnson, Trump, Morrison too,
add in Bolsonaro and you got quite a crew
Andres in Sweden is fixing the stew,
The only thing missin' is me and you.

"Look around, at how Great We Be",
Don't hesitate, don't be late, you can call on me
Six months later; not a word to be heard,
Everyone's gone back to the herd.

I work for nickles and I work for dimes,
I'll work any days, hours or times,
No food on the shelves and that's the way it will be,
They gotta make a profit in the Land of the Free.

Rich man says, "Come jump in the pool!",
Rich man says, "You gotta get IN, I made it a Rule!",
Everyone says "The water's just fine!"
See all the Morgue Trucks waiting in line.

Forget the past and your future too,
Vaccine's acoming and I hope it's true,
Cause all of these folks are making me blue.

We clap for you and fall on our knees,
The golf course is callin' there's room on the tee.
President says "I can do as I please."

Wear a mask or not, you gotta chose,
You only have one important thing to lose,
Pick out a place where you want to be,
'Cause you are gonna be there for eternity.

We are all in the boat on the COVID sea,
There is no immunity or guarantee,
Spoken:
The only thing we have is our humanity.



*note: this sounds like jamboree but spelled Jammed Buries pronouced Jammed-Borees