Sense and Nonsense
 
by
 
Frederick H. Spinney
First Published New York, 1947
Paebar Publishing Inc.
 
Untitled Poem
 
Some authors write of mystic things----
Of dryads, nymphs, and angels' wings,
Of aspen, eaves, and babbling brooks,
Of lovers' lanes and shady nooks
Some write of Carthage, Greece and Rome
And other regions far from home,
Of other times, when knights and kings
Performed so many magic things,
Of Gods who lived on mounts so high
They stepped directly on the sky.
The wisest scribes professed to know
Conditions of the realms below,
Where devils laughed in wicked glee
At blunders of humanity
 
Those ancient topics we shall shun;
They have been sadly overdone.
We'll write of matters near at hand,
Of matters readers understand,...
The pleasure of the woods and fields
Where nature all her grandeur yields;
We'll write of pleasures, friendships rare,
With which no other can compare;
Of fertile gardens gay with flowers,
Where folks may spend entrancing hours;
Of other gardens clean and neat,
Wherein delicious things to eat
Repay us richly from the toil
That we expand upon the soil,
And prove the rarest from of pay
Attends the fruit we give away.
 
The highest aim should be to find
The means to benefit all mankind,
The way to banish selfishness
And find the road to happiness.
To live aright each passing day;
Forget the ills of long ago,
The wars, the hardships and the woe.
 
Today life may begin anew,
With many pleasant things to do,
With cheerful words to sing and say
To folks we meet along the way.
Our life may be a garden here
For cultivation of good cheer.
It lies within the human power
To brighten every passing hour,
To drive the clouds of gloom away
And bask in sunshine all the day.
 
 


Bouquet for the Critics
 
Some critic may turn up his nose
And claim my work is rhyming prose;
According to the critics creed.
That is iniquity, indeed.
 
But that's the role he has to play,
The role for which he draws his pay.
One need not very so very wise
To undertake Maria's enterprise;
But higher talent must be shown
In some construction of his own.
 
The world is full of critics now;
They should be working with the plow,
Or, what would be more useful still,
Producing lumber that will fill
The loud, insatiable demand
For happy homes throughout the land.
 
If that loud call they should obey,
Their fame may live for many a day;
But while destruction is their aim,
The never will achieve real fame.
 
In many hearts they cultivate
Deep feelings of despair and hate;
But since my writing is for fun,
I may defy the critics gun,
His verbose platitudes ignore ---
The brand so often used before.
I do not care ones profane hoot
What ammunition he may shoot.

 

Poet            Lucilla Carrillo

Proverbs Of Life
 
If you don't have a purpose in life, then
You shall walk in circles of confusion
 
It is not what the world can offer you.
It is the voice of your heart, that you may offer it to the world.
 
If you think nobody loves you, think twice.
Someone loves you very much.
 
It is not how people can help you that counts.
It’s the seeds of joy you spread in your life.
 
If you have lost your best friend today, mourn today
Tomorrow find a new friend, to share dreams
 
If your life is not going good for you and you
don't know why. Stare up at the milkyway
An angel will give a guiding hand
 
Don't count the bad times you've had in your
life. Count the blessings you had instead...
 
I have counted my blessings
I go in peaceful tranquility
Where I shall smile down upon all of you

By Lucilla Carrillo and Arthur Vaso

The Fire
Let The Fire Not die.
The fire that lighted
your heart and mine.
 
let it stay lighted tonight
and forever. Let our hearts
forever bind...
 
09/02/2012
Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo

Ode To A Veteran

What is a Veteran?
A veteran is a man ,or woman that has been to war
and fought for our Country and our freedom.
A Veteran is sometimes an unsung hero. One that
we never hear about and sometimes He, or she
is just forgotten.
Today I want to say to our Veterans - you are our
heroes. you put your life on the line for us. The ones
that lost their lives are now in God's hands, but you
are still here. You might have lost an arm, or a leg,
maybe both legs - you did it in the line of duty.
Maybe you still have both arms and both legs, that
don't mean that you didn't lose anything in the war.
You could have lost your best friend, or many friends.
Now you only have memories.
Today my Veteran I want you to know - that if it
wasn't for you, we would not be able to enjoy the
freedom that we enjoy today. It is not free - you
have paid a high price for it. Thank for being the
special hero you are. This is what I think a
Veteran is...

Written o 02/15/2011 by
Lucilla M. Carrillo

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