Four Tuesday May 13th,2008 Morning Poems

Each morning I write four or more poems to start the day and on Tuesdays when I write the Cleveland Park Wine & Spirits store email I include one of the four in my closing. I'm trying to include the others so that you may see the progress or change in them as I search for things that touch my life and want to write about in a much fragmented, whimsical, spur-of-the-moment way that makes the reading I hope both musical and theatrical, treacherous and smooth and confusing all at once. Here are the Four Poems for you to read and enjoy I hope :

Day Mothers Of
Bubbly Drank
Celeb Mom
First Brate Raten
Toast Icing Cake
Whole Chilada
En No Chill Just
Warm Arms Round
Armth-W Can't
Wait ! Child 'Dult-A
Matters Not
Mom's A Mom
For You There Weather
Foul Fair Is
She Ways All There
So Us You Help To
Cheer To Fete To
Plause Rounds
Give Many To
Mothers Our That
Fice That Cro Cro
Sacro That Forth They
Come To Us Come
Fort Arms Body Theirs
Fort Ours Special
#1 May 13th, 2008 written on a sunny day, hurray! The sun's out! Day after Mother's Day.

To Ucle Be
That Nuc That
Ucleus Be For
Others A Fam
An Amily A
Group Ours
Pro Yes Duced
Spruce Ruced
Poor Rich Or
Ever What
It's Ours Own Very
Quite Much Mighty
Ceived Them By
Parents Con Ours
They Us Prod Rod
Od Od Uced
Juiced Loosed
On Show Their/ Our
Display Please Dis
We Grow We Flect
Re : Them : Others : World
Ours So Be Here We
To Shine Weather Any
Grow Strong
Great
#2 Tuesday, May 13th, 2008 written on a sunny morning.

Namics New Dy
Three Not Two
Sit Side In
Not Out With
Daught Ours
Aughter Water
Drink Toast
Chill With Bubs
Those Ubbles-B
B-Glor So Up
Up Pop Op Pur
Lore Of Lores
Those These Please
Lorious Roar Roar
Va Vroom Boom
Boom Bubbles Break
Pop On Lips Tick
Ickle Smack Tongue
Swipe Smiles Pop Too
For More Dat
Deli Licious Sparkle
Me Us All Spark
Spin Grin
Stuff Liquid
Grand !
#3 Tuesday, May 13th, 2008 Written Tuesday morning as the sun and warmth began to dry the wet and damp and waterlogged town! Yeah!

Us Of Three
Fille Ours Home
School From
Likes Bubbly All
Always Sez Too
P.M. 5 Time Party
For! Time Winds
Down Die Seat Us
Lax Real Times Ours
We Toast Times Some
Boast I While
Roast Grill's Hot
Heat Smoke Rise
Smells Cooking
Dem Herbs Dat Gar
Lic Lick Split
Tongue's Tip Grow
Those Pagnes Quel
To Rest Palates Spell
In With Champs Fields
Of Liquid Gold Bubble
Oh Oh So Not
Ever 'Nough
Tongues 'Bove Round
Melt Over ...
#4 Tuesday morning, May 13th, 2008. It's a glorious morn after so much rain. Our daughter is back home and we celebrate Mother's Day as a family of four with our son. What more can we ask ? Hope you liked these four Morning Poems. TONY