Thirty two years ago today
Our family was complete
With the arrival of a baby boy
Overdue, nine pounds, perfect and sweet
The purest love we had ever known
The day our whirlwind child arrived
Little did we know what lay ahead
Yet we all surprisingly survived!
A kind, caring ,affectionate child
With an angelic cherub face
With a spirit so wild and free
Life and its risks he did embrace
Adventuress and fearless
There was nothing he wouldn’t attempt to do
A childhood of stitches, bumps and bruises
Phone calls from schools and a policeman or two
His teenage years were the most daunting
Risks now being taken with alcohol and cars
Licenses lost , vehicles crashed,
Time spent at parties , pubs and bars
Tonight at seven pm he turns thirty two
He is loving ,kind hearted ,settled, happy
Genuine, funny and our lovely son!
No two parents could be prouder than we!
Midterms are over
I’m coming up for air
now that they’re done
I’ll admit I was scared
- that physics three -
was nearly the death of me.
What comes next?
The Manhattan express
for November recess
some November excess
with Lisa, my BFF princess,
my doughty, NYC adventuress,
I’m blessed, she’s the best.
Ooo! and some turducken bliss,
much needed rest and time to de-stress.
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Marriam Webster: Doughty: “brave, strong, and determined.”
turducken: a deboned chicken stuffed into a deboned duck, further stuffed into a deboned turkey.
Alas, those days are gone! So long Argentina!
Deprived by vaccine law! Must do or be fool-dead!
Viral fear so rapid, the gene-techs’ in fast rev
Ending the long debate, big pharm governs mandates!
No talk of tried and true, gene-play is in fashion
Though it has been decades, with research showing naught
Usurping panic won, in careful thought’s adieu
RNA induction, into cells muscular
Everyone producing, proteins of a microbe!
Spike me with this logic, for I’ll become hostess
Stranger no more to me, I make the antigens!
Of nucleic acid shots, none are like polio…
Now the scientific fad’s gene manipulation
Even in infant phase, unready for the stage!
(12/21/2021: Meridian 342 Bethel Island)
Calamity Jane the adventuress,
Lived and died hard under stress.
She could drink, smoke and shoot,
Out rode most galoots,
Men had to admit she's the best.
Calamity had a kind heart.
with her money she'd freely part.
If she could help,
Why not 'cause she felt,
She might help someone make a new start.
Calamity dressed like a man,
And most folks did not understand,
But she made her own way,
'Cause she'd no one to pay,
And she had to work like a man.
She died with the clothes on her back,
And the few things she kept in her pack.
She'd lived mostly alone,
Always been on her own,
She got tough 'cause she couldn't go back.
Her ma and her pa both died young,
And her siblings, they were all gone.
She was one little girl,
All alone in the world,
And her last song has finally been sung.
She was an adventuress.
I'd visit her, though far.
Before we grew apart I'd send letters.
Head leaned back. That old familiar pillow.
That familiar smell of home. The letter I wrote always carried that familiar smell, although far away.
She promised she'd return. Home to a place of comfort.
I knew she found home a long time ago.
Single reason I too became a traveler.
Forgetting where I placed the keys to the house.
Finding a separate road that rounded and round, walking fast I hurried.
Finding the opposite direction more peaceful.
The sky more bluer.
That old pillow no longer familiar.
Until I inherited land and built a house.
Away from the window of her eye
what could the world be with no people?
what could the people live on if there were no planets?
what if land was water ? and skies were full of stars ?
all this gets to an end an end with meaning and loyalty
think of the things you've done won't you be regretful?
think of those who die, those who live, and those who love
won't you be one of them exploring the whole wide big world
maybe you will be an adventuress and find countries of the unknown
When I am writing I have a companion/
no it's not human, it's an animal one/
a little black kitty that sits on my desk/
I love her to bits but she can be a pest/
Standing on the keyboard so that I make errors/
clawing my cushions to get to the feathers/
her tail in my face so that I can't see/
Her head in my cup drinking my tea/
Miaowing and squeaking to get my attention/
But I cannot work with such intervention/
if I bribe her with food and make sure she's fed/
she might in a while curl up on her bed/
but her fat little belly she brings to my side/
and watches me typing with eyes open wide/
reaches her paws across both my hands/
and flops on my lap like a world weary man/
She's must think my lap is very inviting/
or maybe she wants me to write some exciting/
Adventuress story about things that i wish/
or maybe she's simply dreaming of fish/
With her little button nose and her oriental eyes/
She watches the birds circling round in the skies/
She's a cute little bundle, i'll give her that/
but I really can't work with a cat in my lap/
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