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Call Your Mother
Pick up the phone...
do it now.
If you can.
Later if you must,
I trust that you,
know the difference.
She never put you off
or told you "later" on.
She was there,
when the world,
was not.
Not everyone has one,
"someone" like her.
You are ungrateful,
and a prick.
That is thick from me,
as I hate my own,
don't you see.
Some moms are not kind,
they do not make cookies,
or serve you wine.
They have other ways,
of making their
presence known.
That does not mean,
that yours is less,
or undeserving.
You decide,
Clyde,
but don't hide,
take pride,
in the manner you say,
that is "my mom..."
over there,
to share,
stories about the good times,
prayers about the bad,
and hugs,
for all the days
in the middle.
Why did mares eat oats?
Mares ate goats!
And did does eat oats?
Nah! Dose oats never don' be eaten!
And how did little lambs eat ivy?
Little lambsy divy is what it is!
Just like Louie didn't Lou-eye,
Neither did Big Birds Cry
Nor did Fools Fall in Love - Y?
MCA, where it's NO FUN to stay
at the Hotel California
where they been whinin'
since 1969 when the Miracle Mets
Svoboda'd the tar out of those Crybaby Cubs...
...And Ron Santa proved clawless
just as Deutchland, uber alles
turned into a pumpkin
like Cinderelly's coach at the palace
of the Ho-ho-ho Green Giant!
He of the beanstalk so pliant and
The red, red robin went
Bop-bop-boppin' along on...
...That starry, starry, night
With that palette painted blue and gray
Air-brushed image of Rock Hudson and Doris Day,
Preceded by the Jack Benny show, Rochester, and Dennis Day,
Reminding me of Bill Dana - Jiminez Jose's
Star-Spangled Blither-Banner:
Jose, can you see by Dawn's Early Lite
Beer: Tastes Great...Less Fillling...
Tastes Great! Less FILLING!
TASTES GREAT! LESS FILLING!...
Tell her, 'Barkis is willing,'
ala Dickensian rhyme:
The answer my friend
Is blowin' til the end of
Parsley, Sage, Rosemary & Thyme,
Echoed the Zounds of Zilence.
April 29, 2018 -- The Day the Muse Kicked Clyde
Fields that once were ripe with crops
Now play host to blackface and cheviot
Where the children ran and played
Among the bluebell and the thistle
Now screams the wind in bansidhe wail
Looking for those who once dwelt there.
This land was once our land
Where we lived and loved
Rings now with silence
In this our last dance.
In wooden vessels on the clyde
Like the silver darlings
They were packed side by side
Across the mighty sea
To lands of distant shore.
Homes in ruin lie ivy on the roof
Grass cropped short by a million mouths
Flies the eagle his gaze on land below
Looking for the people who danced to natures tune
Still grow the bluebells among
Pine and birks and stream.
Apm 4/1/14 1.25 am.
I'll be your Bonnie and you be my Clyde
Trust and loyalty we always provide
Taking on the world always by your side
No secrets between us we’ve nothing to hide
Down for you and you for me our love is unique
One that stands throughout time as it’s epic
Us against the world is how it should be
Taken out our enemies in killing sprees
I’m your ride or die every single day
Untouchable, like Ness even when we play
You stimulate my body and my mind
Thief of love your the mastermind
I'm your Bonnie and your my Clyde
If a poison you'd be my cyanide
I curl up to you as you pull me closer
In your arms I’m the pistol your the holster
I'll be your Bonnie you'll be my Clyde
Trust and loyalty we always provide
Taking on the world always by your side
No secrets between us we’ve nothing to hide
In regards to your inquiry
Concerning my anticipated fate
I've become my own attorney
Representing my estate
It has come to my attention
I am surrounded by greedy leeches
The inheritance of my pension
Is solid with no breaches
I was granted a hefty loan
A bit more than than you might expect
A sweet old man on the phone
My future payments, she would neglect
Her voice was utterly ginger
And I felt she should retire
I'll enjoy my adventure
She'll finish when I expire
The rules, we may have tooled
But she is long gone by now
Successfully I fooled
I'll give myself a bow
As you hear these words on paper
There is nothing you can do
My home is burned to vapor
My street name is Stew
The cops are in a riot
searching for Bonnie and Clyde
My tombstone, I did buy it
Leaving with my pride
Bonnie is very intelligent
Much more so than you
There's no telling where she went
Or the money she has blew
She has a new identity
My plan was fool proof
Her destination, infinity
The banks will be aloof
When I had you sign that document
The one I claimed was just a legality
I granted myself access to your every cent
Such a bitter sweet reality
You can teach an old dog new tricks
Especially one with a vendetta
Now, your problems, my money can't fix
No shoulda, coulda, woulda
Just a few years back, we pulled out the stops
Had a Halloween party, that by far, was the tops!
The theme was about movies, and the Hollywood scene
The classics or Netflicks, the best of the screen!
We sent invitations, and asked folks to wear
a costume that spoke of a movie to share
We played movie theme songs, and plastered the place
With film memorabilia, and Movie star faces
We set up a snack bar, and the popcorn was brewing
A floor for some dancing, a place for some viewing
My hubby in black, wore a robe, cap, and gown
He wore on his face...'The Graduate's' frown
Our guests in the spirit, came decked out as well...
Indiana, Harry Potter, and Rocky were swell
We had Batman, Jason, Scarlett, as well
Ben Hur rode his chariot,
The crew from the Enterprise....well...they were the merriest!
Godfather came...with Bonnie and Clyde
Dracula, Superman, and Frankenstein's Bride
We had Indiana Jones, and Edward Scissorhands
Nanny Mary Poppins, and the Master took Command!
Hannibal, and Gladiator, Thelma and Louise....
Well, ....our guest list was impressive....and I wouldn't tease!
Sherlock Holmes was a handsome dude...but there was Something About that Mary...???
Who me......... you ask? What did I wear??? Well...of course I came as CARRIE !!
For Skat's contest :
11/14/20
Girl, look me in my eyes
I'm not like all these other guys
I know, it's a surprise
I'm actually wise
And not what you thought was advertised
Don't worry about it, it's fine
Because I get overlooked every single time
The underdog by design
Due to assumptions of nearly every kind
Judging a book by its cover, with the eyes, and then their mind
I've been more than willing to try
And that's no lie
Before opportunity passes by
And I
Eventually die
Mind
Body, soul and spirit may fly
High
Into the sky
Or just lie still, right beside
Where it was last left, as we still have no explanation why
Please girl, dry your eyes, don't cry
I will stay by your side
There doesn't need to be any tribute, or final goodbye
While you can, make the best of it, because time
Continues to fly right on by
For a long time, I tried to be kind
Did little good, don't need to remind
Far too long I continued to be blind
Even though, I knew with life there is no rewind
If needed I'd make a beeline
For the tree line
And end up near or away from the Creekside
I can really see that she fine
Don't count me out, give me a shout and be mine
Girl, don't leave me in a state of decline
Let's go into the moonlight, on horses we ride
Doing whatever else we decide
If it really seems prime
If you'd like, you can be Bonnie and I'll be Clyde
These fools, always make room for tea time
This ain't the place or time for a peace sign
Won't get far with a weak mind
In a world full of much more than canines and felines
Before I die or kick the bucket.
First I must thank the Great God Almighty.
I have had a very happy and blessed Life.
And He always sent his earthly angels whenever I was in difficulty.
I thank my mom Mildred Morton, teacher Mildred, and my dad Luther Morton.
My brothers Lawson, Everette, Sandopey. My daughters Charming and Icis.
Patrice Ward, Stamma Jeffers of Brick Kiln, Evan Nisbett, Richard Caines, Pastor Leroy Benjamin.
All My fans who gave me support. Former Prime Minister Denzil Douglas. Purcell Ferguson. Clyde Williams.
Calypsonian Nutsey. Musician Tony and Keith Finch in St. Kitts.
Abonatti, Ip Isaac and Crusader-Creighton Pension., Soul Survivors Brass.
Avelyn Browne and Tasha. Evans and Jeanie.
Joycelyn Johnson and Pernny McIntosh in Guyana.
My Ex-wife Dolly Ornette Chirveton Morton.
Lorraine Elliot Browne.
Orklan Hector, former permanet secreatry Edmeade from Old Road.
Hwnry Stugumber Browne, Lawyer. Jeffret Nisbett and Patrice Nisbett.
Father Edgar Blant, Edmund Lawrence. Charles Bussue. Rolston Otto and Ras Kentae-Antigua,
Heather Crighton, Pamela and Sandrine White, Seana Willett. Gloria Chambers and family.
Former Teacher Eunice Willims who used to live in Greenlands.
Teacher Gerard Browne, Melford Ward, Rosalie Andre. Dora Stevens. Desiree and Diane Pemberton of Sprott Street SK. Marcus Hodge. Mrs. Eugene Walwyn. Carmen Brookes. Pepsi Peppa Brown of Pond hill. Banga Hillies Smithen, Patrick Stapleton, Ian Planka Byron, Shopkeeper and Bar Owner Collin of Pond Hill. Hasting Danielm , my friend Juggis, Ray Brantley, Rawlinson Isaac. Kennedy Simmonds, Joseph Parry, Robert Bradshaw, Simeon Daniel. Ms Buchanan from Stpleton SK. Michael Blake. Patrick Welcome. Former Bishop Orland Linsay. Forner Headmistress Jacobs at Basseterre High School St. Kitts. Iona Browne Edgings My favorite teacher ever.
Al Barker of Barker and Kelly.
Omax Gardiner, Guyanese Camella Grant from Westbury Essequibo Coast.
And the many others I forgot to mention. If I forgot you do not have me to kill it was jsut a slip of a man who is 66 and nearing the age of Dimentia.
These people were angels I meet along the way of Life's Journey.
Like the song by Jimmy Davis says, it was good and beneficial just having touched my life with you.
I always like to give big thanks for small mercies.
My Contact- [email protected]
Bonnie Parker was obsessed with fame.
She finally got it in the end, when her body was shown to the public.
Riddled with bullets.
I doubt that is what she was hoping for.
Clyde Barrow had kept them out of trouble for years
Thanks to his keen sixth sense, of where to go, and when to go.
His body was right there alongside the love of his life.
I imagine he had no idea his body would be displayed like that.
They were public enemies one and two for a while.
Their crime scenes were stair steps to each other.
Increasingly dangerous robberies occurred, as their confidence grew.
The public was totally infatuated with the robber lovers.
Perhaps this is why the G-men displayed their bodies for all to see.
Hoping to dissuade the next potential Bonnie and Clyde.
To this day there are books and movies written about them.
The public has a pathological fascination for this kind of thing.
No idea why.
When we start to think about high school
We think about way way back then
Where all of us knew each other
But only a handful of us were friends
I remember your faces way back then when we use to pass in the hall
Who’d ever thought the time would come again where I would see you all
Now that the jerri curl has been replaced by the balding and the grey
We cant help but remenisis about the fun we had back in the day
The funny way we looked and the funny way we dressed
And all the great things we did together back at old C.H.S.
The old teachers that we hated ,the old friends that we dated
The lunch that was so bad those exams that mad us so mad
That old school tiger pride which was lead by mike and clyde
And even all the mess that we stirred up at recess……
Now those are the days that I remember best
As I look out today at all of you where all my joys has been entrusted
And still I cant help but to remember the one that are no longer with us
Just to think how we were we had such a communion
And a lot of us would not have seen one another again if not for this reunion
We were the elite we were supreme we were rebels without a pause
We were the young and the extreme that use to run these halls
but look like time crept in and took a toll of us all
It’s been thirty years believe it only heaven knows if we’d see thirty more
So as we reunite today to once again I raise my glass to the class of 84