Isn’t life strange
A turn of a page,
A love that you want
Is just a play on a stage
To be all alone
To have and to hold
To find and to lose
to live life on the fold
The one who has left
The one who has stayed,
The one who is lost
The one who has prayed
For all of our lives
Have been paid through a wage,
And all of our names
Are on that turn of a Page
By Kenny Lancisi
Isn’t it grand!
Radiant colors that embrace the sight of man,
Expressions of joy seen by eyes that can,
Acts of love viewed throughout the land.
Isn’t it grand!
Isn’t it grand!
Ocean waves break; a beautiful sound to hear,
Hidden birds that sing, so soothing to the ear
The shot heard round the world,
An event for all to cheer.
Isn’t it grand!
Isn’t it grand!
Spoken words that make us smile,
Croaking frogs communicate in their own style
Voicing ones own opinion whether adult or child,
Isn’t it grand!
Isn’t it grand!
For sight and sound and speech
To have not any, can still experience each,
For this was proven, Miss Keller to us did teach.
Isn’t it grand!
By Kenny Lancisi
A Grand slam,
A triple play,
An exciting Hail Mary pass.
A winning number,
An unexpected bonus,
A piece of gold among the brass.
An eclipse,
A shooting star
A falling rain in the bright sunshine.
A color filled rainbow,
A miraculous healing,
A century old bottle of wine.
Rare are these,
Very rare indeed,
In all their splendor and radiance.
But none so rare
Than the sacrificial lamb,
That saved us all from pestilence.
By Kenny L. Lancisi
A covered bridge
A rainbow’s reflection
A baby’s infectious laugh
A warm embrace
A golden chalice
The miracles from Moses’ staff
A red flamed sunset
A white-capped ocean
The beauty of new birth.
A night time cricket
A firefly’s light
The spinning of the earth.
A sound of silence
A droplet of rain
Life abounds in secret sewn
A colorful landscape
A moonlit lake
Seaweed, pebbles, and stone.
A living life
A worthy friend
The beauty of skies above
A light filled spirit
A shared smile
All from God with Love.
By Kenny L. Lancisi 2020
Moisture runs amuck
Leaves in silent ambush wait
Each droplet absorbed
Leaves, they run amuck
Rushing floods wash them away
Each leaflet absorbed
Water runs amuck
A scorching sun dries the land
Each puddle absorbed
Words, they run amuck
Creating man’s destruction
Each human absorbed
Time, it runs amuck
Creating evolution
Each mountain absorbed
Worlds, they run amuck
Gravity destroyed by space
Each planet absorbed
Gold and Platinum
New Earth and all its splendor
Words of God come true
Kenny Lancisi
