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Huddled under the Northern Michigan
Umbrellas
Popped open
With cherry bows of pink blossoms
Is our little family cabin
Not so much
Made of brown brick and mortar
Glued pounded and squared together
In the 1950s
But placed on a slab of summer sun
Face up
Shining on the tiffany tiles of Torch Lake
Built of stacked bunk beds
Ten of them
Hammered together with dad’s hands
Oiled with homemade lemonade
Poured by mom
To our baby bird mouths
Through the windows framed with leftover straw
Yes, the screen door still creaks on its rusty spring
Like a dorky doorbell from Father Knows Best
I can feel our newer neighbors salivating
With plans to expand their estates
From an upcoming fire sale
Every year they ask
How’s your mom and dad?
I douse their speculations with a quick “Great!”
But I know
And they know
Time is not on their side
I suppose we could sell to Chicago millionaires
Right now
Cash out
Like all the other generations around us
Replaced with vanity mansions of 30 or more barren rooms
And their manicured lawns poisoned with fertilizer
Dimming the lake each year to a darker shadow
Of itself
But I love our red wheelbarrow
And the cobwebs of the Milky Way
Swaying in the dusty corners
The rusty nails of our fights and screams
And wrestled nights with no air conditioning
I get up in the morning
Step over the fierce glare of sunrise
And the carnage of my folks
My brother and sister
And all those barracks of snoring kids
We will hold out
And hold on
To this sliver of light and water
If you don’t mind
Please
To wait a bit longer
Until we’ve completely and utterly finished
And then all this can be yours.
DEEP sleep.
Look down on your hammer.
You had it for a short time but your fingers are still thick
Your larynx not as dumb as you’d like it to be
Your tongue is dry and your breath wheezes
And there, daddy, at the root of your maw
the steel rod stays planted, because evil has made you.
If your shame and your evil still lives
they will stay anchored in your hammer.
And the stones and gravel that are forever with you,
they too are forever free
The wind through your brown hair
gives me a heart attack, your moustache
makes me sick.
In my muddled mind, I know Daddy, you can lie back now,
and the voices can no longer say that you are a jackal.
Nor the soot from your fire has any further stain.
When a rat that’s always wanted to be a man
did your name for the jackrabbit kill itself?
That which nature didn’t know what you were.
And I think if I’m a golem, it must be too good
to be true.
Father Knows Best.
I’ve seen your work with my own eyes but I always
thought it’d be in movies.
In the bargain basement at Rite Aid
dies every day with your family.
Father Knows Best.
The Kids in the Hall once made fun of you.
Father Knows Best
The Archies had the Grand Finale
where all the songs in one strip,
didn’t make any sense.
Father Knows Best
When you didn’t send your son to college,
he wore a bucket on his head, and became
the world’s greatest magician.
Father Knows Best
You always said, “The car needs fixing, son”
So you fix it, but it still doesn’t run right.
Father Knows Best
You put up with Lola until she got an eye disease.
You let everyone live in your house.
You couldn’t keep me away from rock ‘n’ roll.
And now you are dead.
:: 04.11.2022 ::
Taking her home one day, my daughter said to me, "Until then". I was expressing my frustration by questioning her ability to get along in life without my assistance. I wondered out loud with her about how long it might take her to be fully emancipated. Yes, she was divorced and on her own with three kids, but it seemed to me that her reliance on my services needed to be curtailed. Her reply indicated to me that she would be utilizing me as long as I was available. I was deeply moved and inspired by her two words, "Until then". I came to realize in a personal and close-up way that 'her growth and maturity' was greatly linked to the word 'Then". Since then, I have been more aware that emancipation is a two-way process; and I am also allowing the 'Then Time' to come more sooner than later.
Late one night after I had picked him up from work, my oldest son said, "Dad, I do not need you to be my news reporter". Those words were in response to my repeated attempts to 'remind him' of some of his obligations. In a very passionate tone, he was informing me that he was now an adult and no longer required such reminders. On that particular night, I was indeed the one being taught to 'grow up'.
"Dad, you need to be more flexible". Such were the reply of my youngest son when I questioned his inability to return straight home after being sent on a mission. He was a new driver, and I was a 'worrier'. Up to that point, I was an A, B, C and 1, 2, 3 type of person. Now, I have learned to 'Chill'; and sometimes, I might even skip B, or forget about 3 and jump to 6. I thought 'Father knows best'. Not always.
03062017 PS Contest, Younger people who have inspired you, Brenda Chiri
101317, 2nd Contest, Parenthood, Silent One, 3P
sitting of the sofa with my pancake pizza
the snow has freshly fallen
the atmosphere is peaceful
i cut on the tv to watch reach the beach
the honey butter drop biscuits are ready
the chocolate milk is perfectly cold
i see the she has awakened
her nipples are hard, and her smile is sleepy
she gives me a kiss good morning and yawns her expressive regret
she sits beside me and grabs one of my honey butter drop biscuits
she grabs herself a bottled water and cozies up to me
we watch reach the beach together
we shake our heads as the couple proudly chooses the fixer
we switch the channel to father knows best
bud is trippin on this one
my three sons comes on next, and then hazel follows
i am in complete disbelief that she is as into this nostalgia winter moment as i am
she wipes her mouth with the remaining burgerfi napkins and takes a swig of her bottled water
after a very feminine burp, she asks what is coming on next
i tell her life with elizabeth
she says 'ok, leave it there'
she does not pick up her phone
she gives me another loving kiss
she places her head on my shoulder and asks me 'is it sunny outside'
i tell her to look out of the window
she jumps up and down at the rare fallen snow
she runs back and straddles me and inspires a warm love uprising
as i look at her in her natural, still kind of sleepy beauty after all these years,
i say to myself 'man, it pays to be faithful'
i think about our friends who cannot say the same
our eyes water a bit.....knowing how Blessed We Truly Are
So God created to say let there be and it was so or were so now again spoken again words he took one of man ribs from the body man while he slept So God created man in his own image, in the image of God created he him male and female created he them and God blessed them and gave dominion
So woman would live by the side of love multiplied fruitful gardens! With Man! A creative being creature of habit man of power man of the every hour electrified vibrations running from the belly to the rib side the gain the lost the search refreshes the bloodstreams to save the soul to mate blood veins flow with the earths rotated force! Father knows best vessel brain veins leads to the mind the heart when the soul mates the rib of the hunt by the husband wife becomes we satisfaction completed female confident women lady his girl! That man hunt is done! The price to pay maybe a cross to bear heart to heart and flesh to flesh all to our kind legacy to bloodline traditions and habits and foes Then what is Soul? Over again and over again Because!-- but things happen!
To find a wife is a good thing is a jewels many a ruby is a a treasure of delight but the rib of life is the womb of birth to man the open side rib wound move to the chest and shows in every day closure so the hunter hunts in the day and the night for himself~ And the Lord said at that time it is not good that man should be alone I will make him an help meet!
So meet and greet! And he named us women and the Lord God caused a deep sleep to fall upon him like a deep sleeping baby he slept one of his ribs were taken then he closed up the flesh and the rib which the Lord God had taken from man, made he a women And the Lord God formed man of the dust of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breathe of life and man became
A Living Soul!
Gen-KJV-2
I was turning ten and learning the tricks
The year was 1956
I remember that my mother cried
The day that Tommy Dorsey died
I still believed in Santa Claus
James Dean was a Rebel without a cause
Green Door was a rockin’ tune
Patty sang about the Allegheny Moon
Russia’s relation with Hungary thinned
Gogi Grant sang The Wayward Wind
Love was a many splendored thing
I still can hear Fats Domino sing
Carl was wearing Blue Suede Shoes
While Guy Mitchell was Singing the Blues
The movie East of Eden was so fine
A young Johnny Cash was walking the line
Robert Young in Father Knows Best
Gunsmoke was about the Old West
The Edge of Night and As the World Turns
I’ll Cry Tomorrow, my heart still burns
Be Bop A Lu La Gene did render
And Elvis crooned Love Me Tender
In Poland the people fought for a goal
We listened to No Not Much and Heart And Soul
The Navy answered Mr. Robert’s Calls
There was the premiere of Guys and Dolls
Black and White TV had Roy, Gene and Tom Mix
What a wonderful year, 1956.
From the day of our birth we are engineered,
‘do this, do that’ dictated by peers.
Father knows best, mother does too,
get a job, conform, it’s the treadmill for you!
Pass the exams, move up the ladder,
pass even more, else your life won’t matter.
Go to college or uni, or you will fail,
more exams to pass, you must prevail.
Get a career, one with prospects they say.
A proper job, one that will pay.
Doesn’t matter your dreams, won’t settle the rent.
You’re now on the treadmill, your life is spent.
Your existence suppressed, surrounded by debt,
carry on with the job, bills must be met.
Keep the proper job going, so you are told,
don’t follow your dreams; you’re now too old.
You’ve been cheated of life, not allowed to express
your true inner self with no time to address.
As you draw your last breath you might contemplate
you didn’t follow your dreams, by then it’s too late.
We can rest in our God
who never rests
We can trust in our God
in all life's tests
We rest in His presence
He's by our side
His promise, the essence,
come any tide
Rest in His protection
He will take care
Rest in His provision
He's always there
We rest in His prowess
In Him, we're blest
In His praiseworthiness
Father knows best
In predestination
we rest, we're His
His predomination
provides true bliss
In His proficiency,
strivings will cease
In His sufficiency,
we find true peace.
What I’d give to wake in the morning and hear those church bells ring
To turn on my old black and white and hear Gene Autry sing
Turn back the time to simpler days with Roy and Dale too
Wait for the Late Show and watch the antics of Bud and Lou
All the girls thought Kookie Byrnes was really hip
Driving a convertible on Seventy Seven Sunset Strip
Kryptonite was the only thing that could make Superman falter
Ramar’s friend Charlie talked to a parrot named Walter
I watched Kitty and Chester on Gunsmoke and listened to Ricky sing
There was Circus Boy, My Friend Flicka and don’t forget Sky King
There was Jeff and Lassie, Davy Crockett and the Wild Frontier
I’d watch Robin Hood and Marian in the days of Queen Guinevere
Remember The Thin Man, The Whistler and The Shadow Knows
Alfred Hitchcock and Inner Sanctum were two of my favorite shows
I remember Milton Berle, Red Skelton, Perry Como would croon
What’s my Line, Beat the Clock and Name That Tune
The Life of Riley, Leave it to Beaver and Father Knows Best
Palladin, Sugarfoot, and Cheyenne in the Old West
Boxing from Madison Square Garden on Friday Night
I saw it all on my old black and white.
Like a Potter, God has a plan and a purpose for us. Like clay, we are filled with air and many impurities.
He places us on 'The Wheel', where we must be schooled. He's ever patient to long endure with our disharmony.
He's beyond tolerant, going the farthest distance with us. He'll bake, shake, remake us; reshape us; return us; resend us;
It's hard to even imagine what good He would not do for us. He's unafraid and freely allows freedom of expression and freewill.
He knows no weakness that disallows Him to release us to our own devices. His Divine Law of Freewill often yield to our hastened demise and destruction.
Many are the tears of God, frequently poured out for the choices we make. But He is bound by His Divine Laws, intrinsically stamped upon His character.
Although He is Omnipotent to do as He pleases, He sometimes prohibits Himself from certain actions.
His Love is also subject to Divine Legalities of Holiness. And His personal attributes never contradict each other.
He is indeed vitally involved in the human condition'; but He forces neither success or failure; and He neither
dictates heaven; nor does He program hell for us. Each destination is a personal preference via free choice.
I must confess, there are times when I wish it were not so. But ultimately, the Father knows best how things should go.
03272017 FB PS Contest, Be Didactic, John Anderson