“If you opt for a safe life, you will never know what it is like to win.”
Richard Branson
strange, I take many risks, but I still don’t know what it is like to win
Categories:
branson, philosophy,
Form: Monoku
In a show of manic one-upmanship
With my wife saying, “Just get a grip.”
I planned an adventure to show I’m well travelled
The spoiler to that is the whole thing unravelled
I looked at the brochures and boy was I keen
Determined to find somewhere Tom hadn’t been
That man is a nomad, he never sits still
He just grabs a suitcase and travels at will
[At this point please lend me a bit of your time
for this advance warning of appalling rhyme]
My legs are so white that I ought to be sunning ’em
I’ll find somewhere warm that’s eluded Tom Cunningham
I made a quick sandwich with pickle from Branston
And then thought EUREKA…I’ll call Richard Branson
I sold a few organs and Gran’s silver spoon
And raised enough money to fly to the moon
He said he does orbits then back down to earth
A trip to the moon was more grief than it’s worth
I grabbed Branson’s beard and said “Listen to me,
you’re gonna help me outdo Mr C.”
Well, long story short, I arrived on old Luna
Tom might have planned it but I got there sooner
Then a little green man said, “Is Earth where you’re from?
When you get back home again… say ‘Hi’ to Tom.”
Categories:
branson, humorous, travel,
Form: Rhyme
Forty-Four And Eleven Pointes Rivers
Wake!
Between Did's "I" Clap Hands "Nine" Leads!
Did Branson's Branson's Song Dance Cheer's Raise?
Did Branson, Branson, .... Heart's Up Us Bring?!
Categories:
branson, appreciation,
Form: Ballad
He says caw, caw, caw—yes he crows
With roll, pitch, and yaw Branson goes
My space ride’s high price
Makes me feel oh so nice
Though it takes the earth's health to new lows!
Author's comment: Apologies to Peter Pan who crowed about feeling good (I've gotta crow). Using earth's resources for a joy ride for the rich seems odd considering the state of our planet, but the mainstream media did not cover the ridiculousness of the endeavor. It's likely quite harmful to the environment and moves effort and focus away from critical challenges. Looking at Richard Branson's body language carefully, I can't help but feel sorry for him. He doesn't strike me as being happy, but a joy ride might help as a short distraction. BTW, I wouldn't go on his plane ride, even if he paid me.
Categories:
branson, 1st grade, environment, integrity,
Form: Limerick
Branson took the prize
the first billionaire in space
yellow brick road trekked
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Categories:
branson, space, travel,
Form: Haiku
There is deep beauty in a New Year’s day,
Though the skies drift gray this day
Behind them rings the revelry,
The hope, the joy, the bravery.
That bravery instilled as morning dawns
And the night ago is remembered,
Will life truly be different now? and then
Will life change after December?
One day on one will fill the heart
Resolutions of good intent wax and wane,
Lovely music will begin its classic journey,
And diets and food fads rise to fame.
Tunnel cars may be improved,
And Branson may take a crew to space,
Politicians will roar and rise and fall,
Russians and Chinese will save some face.
But what is the real, the real river flowing,
Is the color of love in the sky?
Or are we drowning in human unknowing,
While tears of love are running dry.
Categories:
branson, future, introspection,
Form: Rhyme
Oh how I miss the crunch of those potato chips
Seeing you every Sunday reading the comics
The day before you died and many more before that
You picked me up at the post office
Going home with you stopping to take pictures of the sunset
Once we would get home I would go with you to the garden
You showed me how to plant, and pick tomatoes, squash, and more
Taught me how to peel potatoes, swing, and ride a bike
Oh how I miss those days of us playing games and reading
I remember me sitting in the floor of your room, you on the computer
Me watching T.V, I would see an ad and write down the phone number
To this day if you look hard enough you could still find a list of numbers
Remembering those trips we took, Branson, Alaska, almost New York
You always told me we would go to Hawaii, guess God had another plan
You are gone now but will always live on in everybody’s heart
Categories:
branson, family, loss,
Form: Elegy
(in Branson, Missouri)
I've seen Santa on billboards,
in store windows,
on street-corners, ringing tiny bells.
I've seen Santa on TV,
in sales magazines,
in parades with funny little elves.
I've seen Santa in lights,
as blow-ups on front lawns,
hanging on walls or doors,
as painted statues, decorating shelves.
When breezy chill hits the air,
Santa Claus is everywhere.
Kids really dig Santa,
in their hearts, he's real.
Whatever will they think
of Santa, riding on a wheel?
Categories:
branson, children, christmas,
Form: Free verse
I woke her up early, a quarter past five.
"It’s a beautiful day, let’s go take a drive.”
She didn’t jump up and exclaim I was right.
Instead, “Go away, it’s the middle of the night.”
"C’mon” I said, “Trust me. Let’s go and explore.”
I knew of a place she had not seen before.
I finally convinced her to get up and go,
I promised her one unforgettable show.
I drove her that morning to a place that I knew,
with a panoramic scene from a mountain top view.
Below in the valley as far as could see,
a misty cloud winding like roots of a tree.
The lights from the city like stars all aligned.
A painting so perfect, God’s blessing defined.
Then a bright glowing ball on the horizon arose,
rays of light danced with a brilliant repose.
Breathtaking, beautiful, awesome, serene.
No words could describe what I had just seen.
A moment like that, I could never replace.
It wasn’t the sun, but the look on her face.
Though she won’t admit it, this happened exactly this way, word for word. Branson, Missouri
2Q004. It was a gorgeous morning. We have shared many more since then. Sleeping in is
no longer an option... well, ... for me anyway.
Categories:
branson, inspirational, love, romance, uplifting,
Form: Rhyme
There are some things in life I refuse to do
To my princples and virtues I must be true
People give in to their temptations every day
Certain muscial acts I tell myself stay away
At the discos, it's time to move, no room for romancin'
A sign clearly posted reads there's no dancin' to Hanson
Teeny boppers weak in their knees
Just wanna be Hanson groupies
These boys still play with their Hotwheels and Lincoln Logs
They are changing their stage name to Three Blonde Dawgs
These boys are nothing to look at, no second glancin'
There is a Hanson Haters Club that strictly opposes dancin' to Hanson
The youngest boy fits in good with the little girls
The middle one sparkles at night when donning his evening pearls
The oldest one is considered the puppet master
Kiss refused Hanson a remix of their song Plaster Caster
Eventually they were drummed out of town, I believe they moved to Missourri, to a town called Branson
What a paradise for them, a local disco that plays only music performed by Hanson
Categories:
branson, funny
Form: I do not know?