Old Diary, Peg's Poetry

A Pool With No Ceiling

This was written some months ago,
forgotten about by Peg
and recently found again;

One day we stayed at a motel with a pool
It was a very nice place and what was really cool
You could swim from the indoors to the outside
Under a double wall of plastic you had to dive

What an exhilarating feeling
To be in a pool without a ceiling.
To be able to look up at the swaying trees
While your body’s warm and yet there’s a chilling breeze

To peer through the mist to the sky on high
And watch an autumn leaf catch the wind and glide
To breathe in the fresh fall air
And linger in the soothing water without a care

I thought what an enchanting place to be
Until the wind picked up and I was touched with reality
Back to the inside I had to go
Because of a miracle – gently falling snow.



I love language, especially my native tongue, English (or to be more accurate, U.S. English).

But it can be a frustrating tongue to learn.  My own 70 yr old Polish grandmother struggled to get her U.S. Citizenship because of the language requirement, and when she died at age 103 she still had not figured out what to do with our “ph”‘s.

If you enjoy language, you might enjoy this.

The chaos

A poem on English pronunciation
Charivarius, (G.N. Trenite: 1870–1946).

Dearest creature in creation,
Studying English pronunciation,
I will teach you in my verse
Sounds like corpse, corps, horse and worse.
It will keep you, Susy, busy,
Make your head with heat grow dizzy;
Tear in eye your dress you’ll tear.
So shall I! Oh hear my prayer:
Pray console your loving poet,
Make my coat look new, dear, sew it.
Just compare heart, beard and heard,
Dies and diet, Lord and word.
Sword and sward, retain and Britain,
(Mind the latter, how it’s written).
Made has not the sound of bade,
Say–said, pay–paid, laid, but plaid.
Now I surely will not plague you
With such words as vague and ague,
But be careful how you speak:
Say break, steak, but bleak and streak,
Previous, precious; fuschia, via;
Pipe, shipe, recipe and choir;
Cloven, oven; how and low;
Script, receipt; shoe, poem, toe.
Hear me say, devoid of trickery;
Daughter, laughter and Terpsichore;
Typhoid, measles, topsails, aisles;
Exiles, similes, reviles;
Wholly, holly; signal, signing;
Thames, examining, combining;
Scholar, vicar and cigar,
Solar, mica, war, and far.
Desire–desirable, admirable–admire;
Lumber, plumber; bier but brier;
Chatham, brougham; renown but known,
Knowledge; done, but gone and tone,
One, anemone; Balmoral,
Kitchen, lichen; laundry, laurel;
Gertrude, German; wind and mind;
Scene, Melpomene, mankind;
Tortoise, turquoise, chamois-leather.
This phonetic labyrinth
Gives moss, gross; brook, brooch; ninth, plinth.
Billet does not end like ballet;
Bouquet, wallet, mallet, chalet;
Blood and flood are not like food,
Nor is mould like should and would.
Banquet is not nearly parquet,
Which is said to rime with darky.
Viscous, viscount; load and broad;
Toward, to forward, to reward.
And your pronunciation’s O.K.
When you say correctly; croquet;
Rounded, wounded; grieve and sieve;
Friend and fiend, alive and live,
Liberty, library; heave and heaven;
Rachel, ache, moustache; eleven.
We say hallowed, but allowed;
People, leopard; towed, but vowed.
Mark the difference moreover
Between mover, plover, Dover;
Leeches, breeches; wise, precise;
Chalice, but police and lice.
Camel, constable, unstable,
Principle, discipline, label;
Petal, penal and canal;
Wait, surmise, plait, promise; pal.
Suit, suite, ruin; circuit, conduit,
Rime with: “shirk it” and “beyond it”;
But it is not hard to tell
Why it’s pall, mall, but PallMall.
Muscle, muscular; goal and iron;
Timber, climber; bullion and lion;
Worm and storm; chaise, chaos, chair;
Senator, spectator, mayor.
Ivy, privy; famous; clamour,
And enamour rime with “hammer”.
Pussy, hussy and possess,
Desert, but dessert, address.
Golf, wolf; countenants; lieutenants
Hoist, in lieu of flags, left pennants.
River, rival; tomb, bomb, comb;
Doll and roll, and some and home.
Stranger does not rime with anger,
Neither does devour with clangour.
Soul, but foul; and gaunt, but aunt;
Font, front, won’t; want, grand and grant;
Shoes, goes, does. Now first say finger,
And then; singer, ginger, linger.
Real, zeal; mauve, gauze and gauge;
Marriage, foliage, mirage, age.
Query does not rime with very,
Nor does fury sound like bury.
Dost, lost, post; and doth, cloth, loth;
Job, Job; blossom, bosom, oath.
Though the difference seems little
We say actual, but victual;
Seat, sweat; chaste, caste; Leigh, eight, height;
Put, nut; granite but unite.
Reefer does not rime with deafer,
Feoffer does, and zephyr, heifer.
Dull, bull; Geoffrey, George; ate, late;
Hint, pint; senate, but sedate.
Scenic, Arabic, Pacific;
Science, conscience, scientific.
Tour, but our, and succour, four;
Gas, alas and Arkansas!
Sea, idea, guinea, area,
Psalm, Maria, but malaria.
Youth, south, southern; cleanse and clean;
Doctrine, turpentine, marine.
Compare alien with Italian.
Dandelion with battalion,
Sally with ally, Yea, Ye,
Eye, I, ay, aye, whey, key, quay.
Say aver, but ever, fever,
Neither, leisure, skein, receiver.
Never guess–it is not safe;
We say calves, valves; half, but Ralf.
Heron, granary, canary;
Crevice and device and eyrie;
Face, preface, but efface,
Phlegm, phlegmatic; ass, glass, bass;
Large, but target, gin, give, verging;
Ought, out, joust and scour, but scourging;
Ear, but earn; and wear and tear
Do not rime with “here” but “ere”.
Seven is right, but so is even;
Hyphen, roughen, nephew, Stephen;
Monkey, donkey; clerk and jerk;
Asp, grasp, wasp; and cork and work.
Pronunciation–think of psyche–
Is a paling, stout and spikey;
Won’t it make you lose your wits,
writing groats and saying “groats”?
It’s a dark abyss or tunnel,
Strewn with stones, like rowlock, gunwale,
Islington and Isle of Wight,
Housewife, verdict and indict.
Don’t you think so, reader, rather
Saying lather, bather, father?
Finally: which rimes with “enough”,
Though, through, plough, cough, hough or tough?
Hiccough has the sound of “cup”,
My advice is … give it up!

Old Diary, Peg's Poetry

“KEYS” to your 40th Birthday

What a great way
To celebrate your 40th birthday
Flying with Melanie to Florida state
Just remember all your keys and don’t be late.

Hope your Vaca-tion doesn’t turn into a Marathon
And you’ll have some time to Sugarloaf around
You may rent not Bahia Honda
And don’t forget to go South not West over yonda

Not sure if Mel carries a Little, Middle, or Big Torch for Ben
There was a time we had No Name for him
They keep in constant contact with texting
So there’s no apparent sign of Big Pine-ing

Also don’t carry too much cargo
And enjoy your stay in Key Largo
Hope everything will go just Duck Key
‘Cuz it wont be Long and you’ll be back having turned 40.

Okay my Deer enough of Ramroding instruction
But one request if you see a Plantation
Kudjoe take a picture and make a Big Coppit for us?
Especially if there’s a Grassy yard, if it’s not a fuss.

Hope you will enjoy this gift for your special day
We love you very much and are thankful for you always.

Peg's Poetry

Napkin Holder

Our daughter Katie made a napkin holder some time ago
This little wooden holder I can’t let go
She made it in a Sunday school session
At a Bible students gathering – I don’t recall the lesson

It’s made of 4 tiny nails that holds 3 wooden parts
With a hand drawn picture that melts my heart
I keep it out, but it’s no longer in use
I would not like to see it broken or bruised.

Usually I just lovingly look at the picture
But the other day I turned it and read the Scripture
The citation is from II Kings 4:10
To find the context I went to the Bible again.

“Let us set for Him a bed, table, stool and lamp
So when He comes, He shall turn in here”

It made me stop to picture the situation
Not only was it a “Ready” invitation
But it also portrays warm hospitality
And the guest’s needs are met with pure simplicity

I’m thankful for this gentle reminder
To welcome all who enter and to be kinder
For “Some have entertained angels unawares”
And that our blessings from God are to be shared.

Peg's Poetry

Simple Thanks

     In all things, thank you Lord.
          Thank you Lord, always.

Thank you Lord for:

Each new day

The opportunity to pray

Our family and friends

Loving us with abandon


Thank you Lord for:

Your Word that lifts our spirit

All those that hear it

And thank you Lord for those that seek

Your love and forgiveness that are replete.


Thank you for the price paid on the cross

And the promise of life not lost

Thank you Abba Father, Comforter, Savior whom we adore

For Thine is the Kingdom, Power and Glory forever more.


Peg's Poetry

Puzzles, Poems, and Life

Much Ado About Nothings

Big Thoughts on Little Subjects

Puzzles and poems have much in common I discovered not long ago
They can be so much a mystery that they require Hercule Poirot
Both pose problems and need more keys and resolutions
You can go on for days without any solutions.

With puzzles you search for the right shape and color
You pick up a piece and try to place it but discover
It does not fit – it’s not the correct color or shape
You’re so upset you want to get out the duct or masking tape.

However you go away and come back to give it another try
And once again you’re in the groove and pieces can be applied

So with a poem you have and idea or many
You start writing them down only to realize there aren’t any
Words with appropriate definition nor rhyme
And you want to pull your hair out (but it’s already too hard to find).

So you walk away or take a nap to ruminate about your plan
Then return with brain in gear and pen and paper in hand
To write and rewrite all the things you want to say
And your words and thoughts fall into place like a lovely bouquet.

Such is life too, when you are overwrought
and you think there is no remedy – no way out.
So take a step back and study the problem from another perspective
Then return to find new strength and think: be more positive.


Peg's Poetry

Less Lean, More Clean

Big Thoughts on Little Subjects

I’ve gotten back to house cleaning again
And the question comes to mind: Why go to a gym?
When I run the vacuum I really perspire
And I don’t have to wear funny duds and attire.

I bend down to pick up a crumb or a fuzz
When I have to admit hives my head a little buzz
But I think as I reach down to the floor
My legs and waistline are being restored.

However when I step on the scale the pounds to measure
I am flummoxed and find no pleasure
For in moving thru the house, up and down the stairs
I have not lost any weight: it’s really not very fair.

Yet the moral to this story is not one of futility
But one of eating less and keeping up activity
The scales may say I’m not any leaner
But I must admit the house is a tad cleaner.


Because of you, in gardens of blossoming flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring.
I have forgotten your face, I no longer remember your hands; how did your lips feel on mine?
Because of you, I love the white statues drowsing in the parks,
the white statues that have neither voice nor sight.
I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice; I have forgotten  your eyes.
Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to my vague memory of you.
I live with pain that is like a wound; if you touch me, you will do me irreparable harm.
Your caresses enfold me, like climbing vines on melancholy walls.
I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every window.
Because of you, the heady perfumes of summer pain me; because
of you, I again seek out the signs that precipitate desires: shooting
stars, falling objects.

Pablo Neruda