Poetry CornerPoetry Cornerhttp://www.blrag.com/scribbles/2010-08-31T03:34:28ZSquarespaceThe Boy Who Tried To Save Timehttp://www.blrag.com/scribbles/2010/8/30/the-boy-who-tried-to-save-time.htmlLenny2010-08-31T03:07:23Z2010-08-31T03:07:23Z     Once there was a short, ten year old boy named Stuart who lived in a big city.  He never had the time to do all the things he wanted.  And Stuart came up with an idea to give himself more time.  He would finish up his errands in a very short time, and then put the time he had saved into a piggy bank.  And it was quite an effort for him to lift up the minutes and hours he had saved and put the time into the narrow slot of the piggy bank. 

     One day, Stuart decided that he needed more time to read some books.  So he put his hand into the piggy bank, but all the time had disappeared.  Stuart realized that even if he saved time and put it into a piggy bank, it would not wait for him.  And from that moment on, Stuart no longer worried about having enough time.        

                                                                                                           Lenny Goldberg

                                                                                                                (c) 2010

]]>Maybe Serious is Sillyhttp://www.blrag.com/scribbles/2010/5/28/maybe-serious-is-silly.htmlLenny2010-05-29T03:23:42Z2010-05-29T03:23:42ZMaybe, serious is silly.

That low, low voice,

The clearing of the throat,

That furrowed brow.

The yes Sir,

The yes Ma'am.

Humor is forgotten, thrown into the river,

Fun is out the door,

And joy is in another galaxy.

Huffy, puffy, very stuffy.

Let the air out of those serious balloons.

Out with the lean and mean,

In with fat and jolly fellows.

 

                                                              Leonard S. Goldberg (c)

                                                                     05/28/2010

]]>How the Cinammon Sugar Pretzel Was Bornhttp://www.blrag.com/scribbles/2010/4/28/how-the-cinammon-sugar-pretzel-was-born.htmlLenny2010-04-28T22:58:47Z2010-04-28T22:58:47Z     A long, long, long time ago in a tiny village in northern France, there was a small bakery.  The bakery was built with stone and wood, handcrafted like a work of art.  And late one evening in the dead of winter, one of the helpers was working the night shift.  He was frying doughnuts, baking cookies, baking cakes, and working the dough to make bread.

    Girard, the night shift man, suddenly felt very tired and his head fell right into the dough!  And without Girard to supervise the baking, the ingredients suddenly came to life.  The dough separated and became a nation of little dough men.  One of the dough men, Jacque, started arguing with another dough man, Pierre.  And before you knew it, the dough men were wrestling with each other.  And the spices leaped out of the spice rack.  The cinammon bottle lost its top, and sprinkled cinammon on the dough men.  The cannister of sugar looked on, threw off its top, and sprinkled sugar on the dough men.  Before you could blink, the dough men were wrapped aound each other, covered in cinammon and sugar and frying in the pan. 

     Ten minutes later, out came the first cinammon sugar pretzel on earth.  Girard suddenly awoke, looked around, and saw the pretzel.  It looked like someone had created that pretzel.  But no one was in sight.  The dough and the ingredients and the spices were all scattered about.  "I must have been dreaming, thought Girard."  And to this day, no one in that tiny village has ever found out who created the first cinammon sugar pretzel.

 

                                                                                           Leonard S .Goldberg (c)

                                                                                                April 29, 2010                    

]]>If Yellow Were Bluehttp://www.blrag.com/scribbles/2010/4/2/if-yellow-were-blue.htmlLenny2010-04-03T02:27:35Z2010-04-03T02:27:35ZFor just one day,

If yellow were blue,

And blue were yellow,

Look at the world again.

 

People who felt blue, would feel sunny!

We'd have yellow oceans and skies.

And people would sing the yellows!

And there'd be a yellowbird of happiness.

 

We'd slow up at blue traffic lights,

And suck the juice from blue lemons.

We'd follow the blue brick road to Oz,

And spread blue butter on our bread.

 

                                                                                                         Leonard S. Goldberg

                                                                                                                03/30/2010 

 

]]>What if I Don'thttp://www.blrag.com/scribbles/2010/2/24/what-if-i-dont.htmlLenny2010-02-25T01:34:01Z2010-02-25T01:34:01ZWhat if I don't text you every silly little thought I have.

Or call you immediately on my cell phone every time I have a feeling.

Or send you an instant message about every fifth idea I have.

Or send you an email because we had doughnuts at the office meeting.

 

My silly little thought just might stay inside my head,  

And that feeling just might evaporate into thin air.

And that idea might just incubate a while to become more robust. 

And can I truly enjoy a vicarious chocolate doughnut from your office meeting? 

 

You know, my world could be a little less frantic,

And I could save my words for when they really had some meaning.

 

                                                                                                        Leonard Samuel Goldberg (c)

                                                                                                              February 24, 2010         

]]>Handicappedhttp://www.blrag.com/scribbles/2010/2/10/handicapped.htmlLenny2010-02-11T04:51:36Z2010-02-11T04:51:36ZWe are all handicapped to the degree that we do not love each other.

                                                                Leonard Samuel Goldberg

                                                                        (c)  02/10/2010                 

]]>Human Naturehttp://www.blrag.com/scribbles/2010/2/10/human-nature.htmlLenny2010-02-11T02:24:50Z2010-02-11T02:24:50ZThe first law of human nature:  Every single person thinks that the laws of human nature apply to everyone but themselves.

 

                                                                     Leonard Samuel Goldberg 

                                                                              (c) 02/10/2010   

]]>The Snow Dreamhttp://www.blrag.com/scribbles/2009/12/26/the-snow-dream.htmlLenny2009-12-26T21:22:50Z2009-12-26T21:22:50ZWeeyiew, weeyiew, weeyiew.

The wind howled and whistled, 

The snow fell and whirled around,

The blizzard covering everything in a white frosting. 

 

No one left on the streets but the homeless

And the adventurers who roamed around .

When the blizzard finally ended at midnight,

A deep silence could be heard for many miles.

 

But a week later,

With the ice melting and the snow sinking down,

I looked around and saw only green grass and bare trees.

Like a dream, it had melted away. 

 

                                                                 Leonard Samuel Goldberg (c)

                                                                             12/26/2009

                    

 

 

]]>A Poethttp://www.blrag.com/scribbles/2009/12/20/a-poet.htmlLenny2009-12-21T03:08:02Z2009-12-21T03:08:02ZA poet expresses what we all feel and makes us feel less alone.

                                                                       Leonard Samuel Goldberg (c)

                                                                                   ca. 1977-'78

]]>A Child's Eyeshttp://www.blrag.com/scribbles/2009/12/20/a-childs-eyes.htmlLenny2009-12-21T03:04:40Z2009-12-21T03:04:40ZAll the love in all the world can be found in the eyes of one child.

                                                                                         Leonard Samuel Goldberg (c)

                                                                                                    5/15/88         

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