The Lighter Side of JzB

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Every day visits*
From Moose, Goose, and Orb Weaver
All seized by Haiku

"Why moose and goose?" you may ask. Back on 2/04/13 Pirate wrote a haiku with an elk in it, and I responded with
one with a moose and then included him every day. A few days later in comments Mystic asked "Where's the goose?"
So I started including her with this post on 2/07. A week later on the 14th, Mark Readfern
asked for and received a spider. The rest is history.

*Well, most days, anyway. Grant me a bit of poetic license.

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

The Tuesday Platform - Windmill in the Garden

The Garden

My lovely wife is leading the charge to simplify and get rid of old, unneeded stuff. Tucked away somewhere she found a program from an event we went to in November, 2005, that I had forgotten about.  We were invited by our neighbors and didn't know what it was going to be until we got there.  Turns out, it was a variety show put on by special needs people, with assistance from a couple of very prominent Detroit area professional musicians.

At this late date, my recollections of that evening are quite vague.  But I was deeply moved at the time.  Most of the performers were autistic, though there may have been some with other difficulties as well.

Stuck in the program was something I wrote when we got home.  It's actually more of a song than a poem.  One of the acts was called HEART TO HEART, and I might have been specifically reacting to that.  I have the tune in my head, standard A-A-B-A song form, but no simple way to share it with you.  Feel free to sing it your own way.


Don't tell me what you think I can't do;
Sing me a song, teach me something new.
Show me the way to make a new start -
I have it all right here in my heart.

Don't tell me that my way is wrong
If it's not your way of singing this song,
We both have ways of playing our part,
If we have it right in our heart.

It's true, I'm different from you,
Or maybe you're just different from me.
But we're the same in our hearts -
Together now, what could we be?

If I'm racing now from pole to pole
Flying to fast to find the goal;
Let's bring it back to music and art -
I have it all right here in my heart.


Accompanying haiku, freshly composed for Carpe Diem

Image found here

in my mind and heart
all of these thoughts and feelings
windmill in a storm

Imaginary Garden With Real Toads


  1. Yes, you were clearly moved. A lovely read, with the haiku the cherry on top

  2. I love this. And I do want to hear it! :)

  3. Those discoveries are treasures aren't they? The verse is a beautiful song to individuals who do have their own part to play in this world. Plenty of gifts (diverse and wonderful) to go around and around.

  4. What a beautiful song. I think we spent to much time finding differences when we should look at similarities..

  5. It's a nice poem JB. Perhaps nicer as a poem than a song.

  6. A very true vision of interaction with those who are 'different,' to find they are never as different as we think.

  7. This is an approach to life for everyone. Don't tell me what I can't do applies to us all!! Very nice as a poem and I believe music as well

  8. Beautiful…hearts know more than any mind what's true.

  9. I especially like the last stanza, and the haiku ~

  10. I love this!! I will share it.

  11. What a wonderful post, JazzBumpa ---

  12. Great take on windmills JzB ... I have read more takes like these this time ... very spiritual ... really awesome.


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