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We've worn out yet another Anno Domini.
We're twelve months - if not wiser - surely older.
You call it a relationship, this boulder
which hangs about me like a Shi'ite's bomb, and he,
at least, can choose his cut-off point. From shoulder
to knee, I'm (still) more Goldie Hawn than Golda
Meir, but we don't flow. We ooze. Like hominy
grits, turgidly. But denser. Stodgier. Colder.
Where once fizzed electricity, hums static.
The best and worst of me is best termed "womanly" -
irrational, irascible, erratic.
I'm sure my verse is worse. Tot up each billable
pretentious periphrastic polysyllable.
But you? You're spenter, deader than Mitt Romney.
"Today you are You, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is Youer than You"
Dr. Suess
I’m Youer Than You
I studied real hard the youness of you
I paid close attention to the things that you do
No detail too small, I even learned how you chew
I eat what you eat! I love camel stew
I walk your walk, I have your unique style
I've walked in your shoes, for many a mile
Look at my face, the twinkle in my eye
I have your mischevious look and I own your smile
But now dear friend, you are deader than dead
I'm with your lovely bride and sleeping in your bed
She thinks I'm you, because I say what you said
You at the bottom of a lake, weighted down by lead
As time goes by, I'll become me-er than me
Because in the end, that's who I want to be
I hope she'll still love me, in time I will see
Being Youer than You, is what set me free
There are great benefits to my insanity!
Channeling my Dark Suess!
Dear God, May all cardinals be red
May the pope be Catholic
Bless bishops and their pointy heads
May their coffee come in cups
Filled to the brim with liquid
Caffeine free until Thy kingdom comes
Until the end of time or sooner
May Thy will be done, Amen
Dear God, keep us free from sin
From Kardasians,
(perhaps a skin disease?)
Please protect us from the sleazy
From carbonated drinks with bubbles
And all other troubles as seen on TV
If it be your will dear Lord
May I have a Vorpal sword
The one that goes snicker-snack
To slay the evil dragon Jabberwocky
Dead or even deader than that
For ever and ever more, Amen
Someone died last night
And no one even seems to be taking notice of their passing
Who had once been, is no more
It wasn't reported on the front page of the news
Or on the back page either, for that matter.
Their soul must have just floated
From here to there
Or from there to here
Quietly depending
On what their religious views had been.
I wouldn't have even known
Except for the quiet whisperings
Of relatives on the phone...
Still making plans...
Still talking...
Still breathing...
Even though that person they were talking about
Is no longer here.
Deader than Dead.
That's what someone said
They said that this person
Looked Deader than Dead.
That's what they said.
(January 26, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
The breeze blows icy arrows, piercing flesh
The pale sun's rays enfeeble yearning hearts
Commuters scurry, hats in scarves enmeshed
Monday morning, December's forlorn start...
Returning home, the winds do scream and howl
At downtown throngs that empty out at five
But first a drink to wipe away the scowl
That makes a face look deader than alive...
Back home again with family so warm
All sitting by the fire, in cuddling arms
Protected from the reach of winter's storm
Soon dreaming dreams, not fearing any harm
Though outside Winter waits with open arms
To hug brave fools who tempt December's charms
We set sail as Reggae music played out on the Lido.
Our first night was casual; no need for tuxedo.
We could eat a pizza by the Windows On the Sea
or go beneath and dine on shrimp and meet the maitre d’
We could gamble, see a show, or just gaze at the ocean,
then in bed, relax the head and sense the soothing motion.
We woke up in Freeport where the ship would dock all day.
Folks could disembark, take tours, or on the ship just stay.
On board were people lounging or dancing to Calypso,
working out or shopping or even playing Bingo.
All day long you could find folks doing funny things
like contests for the men with hairy chests or knobby knees.
Day Two when we awoke, we were then in Nassau.
There was stuff for everyone, from your kiddies to your grandma!
Little ones could stay behind. The staff would entertain them,
or the kids could tag along with mom and dad. No problem!
Those who liked adventure could visit Blue Lagoon.
For snorkeling with sting rays, the boat left right at noon.
I got to pet a dolphin, but extra had to pay
to swim with one! That was sure an extra special day.
In town I got nabbed quickly by a plaza beautician.
Getting braids was all the rage, so people got their hair done.
We went to the gangway before the ship set sail.
Those not having fun by then were deader than a door nail.
“Day at Sea” arrived as the trip was winding down,
and the biggest night was coming; women wore a gown.
That final evening getting all dolled up to dine was when
I wished instead of ending, the trip would start again!
Gals and guys with braided hair; everyone looked nice.
Ah, the midnight feast with pretty sculptures carved in ice.
The ultimate for having fun unless you were just snoozing,
in the laid-back natives’ lingo, I say “Mon,” I sure loved that cruising.
(may not be following precise time line, but this was before year 2000 that I took my one and only cruise, so I'm a bit fuzzy on precise day by day details. it was a Carnival cruise only 3 to 4 days in Bahamas and back to Florida)
Feb. 1, 2022
for "My Favorite Vacation In Rhyme" Poetry Contest of L. Milton Hankins