This Year I'll Be Less Better

 

[An Instagram acquaintance graciously allowed me to put this on the blog]

This new year

I will strive to be

A slightly less than perfect me.

Perfection is a flaw, you see-

My greatest flaw,

We all agree. 

I'll try my best to worry less

Over having much too much success.

I won't complain or overstress

For too many skills that I possess.

And this year

I'll be more forgiving

To those who envy perfect living. 

--B.C. Byron

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Poison Ivy

 

     This fall, we took a trip to the mountains in Arizona.  (see my other blog, Christian Nature Poetry at http://jesusrhymetime.blogspot.com for more details.

     Even the poison ivy there was beautiful, decked out for fall.  (The area along the Little Colorado River there was one of the few places in the southwest wet enough for this plant.)

   Anyway, the poison ivy prompted me to post ditty of mine from way back.

BANE & WOE 

 

Naughty, naughty, Poison Ivy:
Touch my skin and make me hive-y.
Blotchy skin and splotchy face:
Itchy, itchy every place!
Should have looked a little closer,
Maybe purchased from a grocer;
Should have brought a field guide:
Now I've got that stuff inside!
Thought I knew the out-of-doors---
Wandered over hills and moors---
Now I think I'll stay at home:
'Til tomorrow---then I'll roam.
---C. Marie Byars, 1986
 

Bane & Woe

Naughty, naughty, Poison Ivy:
Touch my skin and make me hive-y.
Blotchy skin and splotchy face:
Itchy, itchy every place!

Should have looked a little closer,
Maybe purchased from a grocer;
Should have brought a field guide:
Now I've got that stuff inside!
Thought I knew the out-of-doors---
Wandered over hills and moors---
Now I think I'll stay at home:
'Til tomorrow---then I'll roam.
---C. Marie Byars, 1986

The "Poe" College Student

Once upon a midnight dreary 

While I pondered weak and weary 

O'er forgotten volumes literary, 

And having no time to go and make merry 

As the words on the page grew small and bleary

And thoughts of "Dreamland" warm and cheery: 

I, finding myself no longer wary 

Let out a shriek that was really quite scary--

Quoth my raving, "Nevermore!" ---C. Marie Byars, 1985

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