Remembering the Enemy
Should we trust memories?
a product of a wish, that didn't happen
During World war2 my mother couldn't cope
cope with three children, and since I was
The youngest, who looked like most people, was sent
to a farm to survive
The farm was near a German garrison, and I was
going in and out there like it was a playground
In the house I lived in, several officers were bil
And often in the evening, there comes together
of Norwegian and Germans
Hard times came when the garrison and its crew
fled, and one morning, soldiers in odd uniforms
stood in the courtyard, arrests were made to
My bewilderment, and there was no time to say
Goodbye to my girlfriend Anna
From a pleasant life to stark poverty took only
a few hours, and remember standing near the
local police station, where angry men came
dragging women, demanding their hair shorn.
When I told my mother that the Germans
They were much nicer than the men dressed in
Unfitting uniforms and carrying guns were.
She told me not to mention that again because
The Germans were our enemy
yesterday
i found my-
self laughing
and crying
at the same
time, and
that’s when i
realized i’m
falling in
love, with
grief, god
help me i’m
so like an
ocean my
emotions
rolling like
waves, bil-
lowing it’s
true, and
i know that
you want some-
thing, i
know ‘cause i
want it too
there’s a tune
in my head
too obtuse
to make sense
so, i
sketch these words
scribbling
scrambling
frantically
who is the
king of this
world that de-
creed that we
do as we’re
told well i
know we should
but i can’t
help but put
swine before
pearls and i
see that we’re
all singing
the melo-
dy, that
haunts our sleep
please wake me
when we get
there i want
to know the
end but i
don’t want to
know the thought
of my own
end, no
more exist-
ence, why
is our
world so
dark turn
on the
light can’t
deal with the
grief
My Little Sparrow
Oh Little Sparrow
How come you here?
Your rufous neck
Seems so cute
And your white little cheeks
Are too small to hold a seed
And a bushy black bil
With conical structure
Seems so great
As its a visual treat..
Why don't you go to the grasslands?
And all the deserts and the woodlands?
Do you want to live with me?
Oh Little Sparrow
Come to me...
ABC-Always Be Careful
Cause the dreadful cats,
Hungry Hawks
Came here in search of you...
Where is your clump?
You better go back..
Oh Little Sparrow
Bid You Goodbye.....
In the ring of life I stand
with the bull called Time and me
Anxious crowd anticipates
of just what end they see
Alone I stand with cape and spear
And in-ev-i-ta-bil-ity
Time enraged with froth and stamp
Has set its eyes on me
It comes at me with all its might
I let my cape swing free
Angry Time again slips by
Its aim was meant for me
The crowd-the bull-the matador
Time will only see
In the end the fight will cease
And one will be set free
David Kettler
12/19/ 2019
Hey Freddie and Fannie
I am not your nanny,
yet I gave you the big pill
made of 800 bil.
Tell your buddies on Wall Street
whose mothers they would cheat,
that we’re throwin’ the law book
at each scumbag crook.
We’ll seize all the brute’s vile loot
and each golden parachute,
when they jump from the rooftop
we’ll hear a kerplop.
Then we’ll open the champaign
and sadness we won’t feign,
we’ll fashion their carpet bags
into closing bell flags.
For its full glory, listen to my YouTube vesion at:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q6UnHANluOw
Hey Freddie and Fannie
I am not your nanny,
yet I gave you the big pill
made of 800 bil.
Tell your buddies on Wall Street
whose mothers they would cheat,
that we’re throwin’ the law book
at each scumbag crook.
We’ll seize all the brute’s vile loot
and each golden parachute,
when they jump from the rooftop
we’ll hear a kerplop.
Then we’ll open the champaign
and sadness we won’t feign,
we’ll fashion their carpet bags
into closing bell flags.
For its full glory, listen to my YouTube vesion at:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q6UnHANluOw
Gene Autry, Hopalong
And Tim McCoy
Waved goodby to me
As off into the sunset they go
Wild Bil Elliott, The Lone Ranger
And Tonto were there
As we sat around the campfire
In the night air
Gary Cooper, John Wayne
And Johnny Mack Brown
All of them were serious
Not ones to clown around
Fess Parker, Loren Greene
And James Arness
Knew that next week
We would be their guest
After the movies
We'd rush right home
Get on our horses
And relive the show
But oh how my heart did sing
When Joel McCray
And Vaughn Monroe
Came on the screen
You see all of these men
Were heroes to me
Until that night on the H bar T spread
When I told Billy Beer we would be wed
And That is another story !
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