It’s that time of the year again! :D
rhapsody November 23rd, 2008
Sing ho for the gravy, potatoes, and greens,
Labels: Poetry by Ernestine Cobern Beyer
rhapsody November 23rd, 2008
Labels: Poetry by Ernestine Cobern Beyer
rhapsody October 31st, 2008
rhapsody October 31st, 2008
Refusing to look at the broom any more,
I hurried away, and I opened the door.
But there I was stopped by a queer little sound.
I paused with a shiver, and glancing around,
I lectured myself in my sensible way:
“You’re hearing things, silly! A broom doesn’t neigh!”
As my broom and I traveled that shimmering land,
The Man in the Moon waved a glimmering hand
And cheerfully hailed me, inviting me, please,
To stop for a bite of delicious green cheese;
But before I could answer a yes or a no,
We were sliding the sky to the valley below.
I was back in my own little cottage again.
I looked at my broom very sternly, and then
Said I: “I have never been out of this room!
It couldn’t have happened! A broom is a broom!
And untangling a cloud from its bristles—-once more,
I stood it aslant in its place by the door.
rhapsody August 23rd, 2008
“Any scene…can be more clearly and freshly
seen when it is seen upside down.”
G.K. Chesterton
Which brings to mind…
The Remedy
By Ernestine Cobern Beyer
A certain king of great renown
Saw everybody upside down.
It much disturbed him day and night,
So topsy-turvy was his sight.
To try to cure the good king’s eyes
There came a doctor old and wise
Who dosed the king with horrid brews,
And poured red pepper in his shoes.
These things the patient king endured,
But when the doctor cried, “You’re cured!”
His Highness blinked and glumly said:
“Sir! Must you stand upon your head?”
Came other clever doctors, then,
Distinguished and important men.
“The Cold Cure is the very thing!”
Said they, “Let’s try it on the king!”
They promptly wrapped him in a sheet
With lumps of ice at head and feet.
Although it was a famous one,
This cure was very little fun.
“You’re healed!” they cried. “Without a doubt,
Your sickness has been frozen out!”
But they were wrong- for all that froze
Was just the royal nose and toes.
Well, being men of great resource,
They tried the Hot Cure next, of course.
But though they baked him toe to brow,
His sole response to this was “OW!”
Then came a wizard, tall of hat,
Who cured the king as quick as that!
He simply turned him upside down
And stood His Highness on his crown.
“Hooray!” The king’s relief was vast.
“You all look right side up, at last!”
* Quote from the St. Austin Review,
May/June 2008.
rhapsody June 20th, 2008
*****Meranda*****
by Ernestine Cobern Beyer
Long ago, and far below the
sea’s gigantic gale,
Meranda lived~ a mermaid with
a most becoming tail.
Her face was sweet and merry, and
her voice, enchanting, very,
As it mingled, light and airy, with
the ocean’s somber scale.
King Neptune heard and was so stirred,
he called his wizards three.
“I want to keep Meranda’s song! It
must not die!” said he.
“Come, wizard and magician! Show
your skill and your ambition.
And grant the wish I’m wishin’! Catch
this lovely song for me!”
The wisest of the wizards did not have
to ponder long.
Said he with verve, “A shell will serve
to hold Meranda’s song!”
His brothers cried, “Be quiet! You’re a
fool! You can’t deny it!”
But the king replied, “Let’s try it! This
will prove him right or wrong!”
Meranda, then, began again her
captivating art.
She held a shell and sang to it while
Neptune stood apart.
She charmed the king completely with
the tune she trilled so sweetly–
And the shell retained it neatly in its
iridescent heart.
Go find a shell and listen well and
tell me what you hear.
Though wave and wind have dimmed and
thinned that singing, once so clear.
Through walls of pink and yellow you
will hear the ocean’s cello…
And a murmur, soft and mellow, will
whisper in your ear.
*Meranda is from Poetry with a Purpose
compiled by Barbara Beyer Malley.
& a special thanks to Michelle the Mermaid
from Justitia, for playing the part of Meranda.
Labels: Reposted
rhapsody March 27th, 2008
from Ernestine Cobern Beyer-
with many thanks to her daughter,
Barbara Beyer Malley.
Easter Parade
Doff, my soul, your sober dress,
Heart, wear your fairest frills.
He must have loved all loveliness
Who dressed the daffodils!
In My Garden
Pausing on my lawn, I glimpse a bird,
And in its singing, Lord, I hear Thy Word.
Nearby, I see a lilac bush in bloom,
And feel thy presence in its faint perfume.
And when I see thy smile, my spirit thrills –
Though what I look upon is daffodils.
Spring
As in a small reflecting-glass
The sun’s rays fiercely focus,
So Spring is captured in the grass
By one important crocus.
rhapsody March 27th, 2008
Lesson in Spring
by Ernestine Cobern Beyer
Who places credence in the tomb
And bows too long in grief,
Must argue with the clover-bloom
And contradict the leaf.
rhapsody March 20th, 2008
(an Easter Ballad)
By Ernestine Cobern Beyer
The trees flung up their branches
And in the dark they cried:
“On one of us long, long ago,
The Lord was crucified!”
A weeping sapling murmured:
“Alas, how can I grow?
On one of us the Savior died.
I would I did not know!”
And all night long a sighing
Became a brimming flood;
Petals fell like teardrops,
And sap ran forth like blood.
Until at dawn of morning
From whirling clouds of flame,
A Voice consoled the forest
And comforted its shame.
“Blame not, O trees, your brother,
For this I say to you:
The tree that was to be the cross
Knew not for what it grew.
“It loved the sun, the starlight;
It sheltered nesting birds.
Its boughs were stirred with music,
It sang with leaves for words.
“In innocence and beauty
It grew from day to day,
And in its peaceful shadow
I often knelt to pray.
“Then came that grievous morning–
The day men did the Wrong.
They stripped me of my garments,
The tree, of leaf and song.
“I died. I rose to heaven
Where cherubim shone bright
And stood in dazzled wonder
Before the Glory Light.
“And while the angels gathered
To welcome me and sing,
I bade the tree to Paradise
And God’s eternal spring.
Beneath its boughs the cherubs
New-come to Heaven play
Until their eyes, grown stronger,
Can bear the Glory Ray.
“So harken, tossing branches!
Let every tree adore
The Cross that is the symbol
Of love forevermore.”
Then cried the little sapling:
“Sing out that all is well.
Ye twinkle-footed rivers,
Run ’round the earth and tell.
“Rejoice, rejoice, my brothers!
Come praise with windy lute
The Tree that bore the Savior.
(O blest and piteous fruit!)
Praise, praise the Tree of Heaven
Nor let one leaf be mute!”
rhapsody March 7th, 2008
*By Ernestine Cobern Beyer
I met a little leprechaun.
He gasped and quavered: “Ooo!
I’m seeing things! Be off! Be gone!
There’s no such thing as you!
“You can’t be real, you ugly thing,
So I’m not scared,” he said,
“Though you have neither tail nor wing,
Nor horns upon your head!”
I looked at him, then ran, my dear,
As would, I think, have you,
‘Cause people sometimes disappear
When leprechauns say: “Boo!”
***************************
*From the wonderful book of
poetry for children,
Read Me a Rhyme, Please!
& with many, many thanks to
Ernestine’s daughter, Barbara
Beyer Malley, for permission to
post:) *K*s

rhapsody February 26th, 2008
March
by Ernestine Cobern Beyer
“Ho!” roared March, and his lusty cry
Made all the leaves and papers fly.
The clotheslines leapt at his jovial glance,
And the flannels jigged in a scarecrow dance!
“Hi!” laughed March, and he winked an eye
At a slim young thing who was coming by,
But April fled in her flowery clothes
And slammed spring’s door on his bold red nose!
With thanks, again, to Barbara Beyer Malley,
for permission to post her mother’s wonderful
work.