Have you ever bummed a cigarette
or a razor blade like Gillette
How 'bout stealing a place in line
or someone's coat that fits you fine
And surely you've snatched a sugary snack
sticking out of your friend's back-pack
I've done all these things and even more
~ Someday the Big Guy'll even the score
I am President McKinley assassinated,
Roosevelt takes office.
I am Einstein's theory of relativity as
Promised.
I am the Harley-Davidson that was
Created.
I am even today no other cycle has
Dominated.
I am MLB's first world series
Game.
I am the disposable razor,
King Gillette is the name.
I am Susan B. Anthony the year
She dies.
I am President Roosevelt when he wins
The Nobel Peace Prize.
I am Oklahoma when it becomes a
State.
I am San Francisco when the earth
Shakes.
I am an explosion in a West Virginia
Coal mine.
I am the wheatback penny with a
New design.
I am the FBI the day it was
Born.
I am the Model-T ford without
A horn.
I am instant coffee when it was
Introduced.
I am color in a photo first
Produced.
I am silent movies at the
Picture show.
I am America modernized by
The radio.
Turbo1904
Time for a de-clutter , make some room
in drawers and shelves,
Feng Shui folk swear that it makes
one feel good about oneself.
These trainers from my glory days
of racing round a track
now swopped for orthopaedic shoes
that help my calves and back.
That old Blue Stratos aftershave
for attracting women faster,
all I need now is my Gillette G3
and a box of sticking plasters.
The medallion and gold chain can go
from nineteen seventy six,
as my Medic alert tag round my neck
will not pull any chicks.
The tight briefs from back when I had
ideas above my station,
replaced with baggy boxer shorts
for better ventilation.
And should God say my time is up
and kindly call me home,
he'll find that I shall travel light-
no more need for this comb!
It only took a word from her,
A compliment about her singing;
Then she was picked for a travelling sextet;
This birdlett was soaring and winging.
For you see she wasn’t the most popular girl;
Too plump, good only for teasing,
But the music teacher heard her potential,
And chose her above others’ pleasing.
With this gift of gold she sang all of her life,
While the girl she overturned kept her friends,
Miss Gillette was the gray-haired teacher’s name,
And her memory of kindness won’t end.
The birdlett’s children and their children.
Sing and tell her family story,
It has taught and warmed down some lives’ roads,
Simply a way of spreading God’s glory.
Mania is...
It’s a very sneaky thing,
mania is...
I’m humming along,
no doubt minding
someone else’s business,
giving little attention
to my own state of being.
when in it slips,
mania does,
a message under my door:
“I’m here; are you ready?”
I never am.
I always am.
Many of us who live
in a carefully balanced state
mourn the loss of our mania
as if it were a death.
Oh my God though,
what we can do when we’re there —
write with Kerouac ferocity;
touch Pollock’s intensity;
persuade the opposite or same sex
that an afternoon of play
is the best thing
that will happen to them this year;
find a Maserati’s limits
(Why are my passengers always terrified?).
Others of us fly
too far,
too fast,
from the tightrope of sanity,
melting Icarus-like
in the heat of soaring —
head in the oven;
deft cuts with a Gillette product;
an abundance of downers;
one blast of a twelve-gauge.
Don’t misunderstand me...
I would fly without hesitation
at a moment’s notice,
but I have a fear of melting.
There he stood before the bathroom mirror, shaving cream all over his face.
A quick shave before beginning once again, the new day's routine rat race.
I stood there beside him in awe as a young child.
"When will I be old enough to shave Dad?" He answered, "Right now."
He took a handful of shaving cream and gently applied it to my face.
"Be careful with this blade son," he said, "this is not a shaving race."
Looking back now I realize there was no blade in that Gillette.
My first shave with Dad, a moment from my childhood I'll never ever forget.
"How did you like your first shave son?" he asked, as he turned off the bathroom light.
"It was good Dad. When can I do it again?" I replied in childish delight.
His response;
"Savor this moment for as long as you can son,
because you're going to hate it for the rest of your life."
Turns out Dad was right.
Shaving is no longer a childhood delight.
when i see you smile,
it makes the room bright,
it lets the sunlight in,
and it makes me happy.
when i see you smile,
i know everything is all right,
it's all warm inside,
and i know you're happy.
when i see you smile,
i know life is perfect,
you are perfect,
and we are all happy.
when i see you smile,
the meaning behind it,
behind that smile,
means you love me a lot.
by,
bonnie s gillette
the sounds of nature,
as you sit and listen,
to everything around,
being qiute and waiting.
you can hear the leaves moving,
the birds singing,
the wind blowing, and the bees buzzing.
as you sit and listen,
you can hear horns blowingin the distance,
planes flying in the sky getting ready to land,
and cars moving down the street.
you can hear all that,
just by sitting outside,
on your porch,
and listening with your eyes closed.
by,
bonnie s gillette
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