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I was in a bar in Texas,
in the eastern back-country,
with three beers already inside
and another draining quickly.
It was a perfect redneck bar,
the kind of place I love,
with sawdust on the floors below
and taxidermy up above.
A man drank in a corner,
wearing a battered hat.
he said nothing to no one,
and I was thankful for that.
For in the center of the bar,
a loudmouth proudly raged,
boasting of his magnificence,
impervious to pain.
He mocked folks obnoxiously,
as drunks are wont to do.
His three friends only laughed,
three sheets to the wind too.
The braggart faced the corner,
said,”Hey, it’s the yodeler guy!
I saw him last Oktoberfest,
his voice is womanly high!
“Come on now yodeler,
show this bar what you’ve got.”
The yodeler said,”If you don’t mind,
right now I’d rather not.”
But the drunkard only fumed,
and slammed his hands on down
on the yodeler’s lonely table,
sending his beer to the ground.
Yodeler got up very slowly.
“That’s better now, my bro,”
said the drunk as he got up,
“Give the good people a show!”
Yodeler broke into a song,
bight and clear and full of grace,
then he shot a tree-trunk jab,
right into the drunkard’s face!
The drunkard fell, his friends charged,
Yodeler threw out his elbows,
knocked two down and the other
he grabbed by the throat.
Quick jabs rained upon the man,
until he could not see.
He fell to the ground hearing a
“Yodel-eh-hee-hee!”
Yodeler stomped one who rose,
and another then ran away,
But the drunk had come around,
and glowed red, flush with rage.
But Yodeler kept yodeling,
and waived the braggart in.
Braggart charged, Yodeler swung,
catching him on the chin.
Three men lay on the floor,
the yodeler stepped over them.
That night I learned never to cross
a true yodeling champion.
Not a lesson with much use,
that I readily will admit,
Much like the time I learned clog-dancers
don’t take kindly to bullspit…
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06/29/24
Here he comes! They all say, anticipating fantastical antics.
He does not disappoint. Pushes his head into the fish tank.
Shakes broken cracker crumbs onto an unsuspecting partygoer,
Leads the room into spontaneous dancing. Lifts his shirt to show his flab.
The others come out from the kitchen, recognizing that he is here.
He is doing his best to dazzle them, to make them smile, to keep them laughing.
They are grateful he has finally arrived. The party was a dud up until now.
Do you think someone should take him home? Someone offers six hours later.
There are no volunteers. He has no friends, only spectators.
He is the ultimate party animal, yet, none have been to his house.
He spent his life becoming a comic entertainer for solemn stuffed animals.
He falls asleep on the couch, and they tiptoe around him.
The next party it all begins again. They lie in wait, wishing he would hurry.
It is dull until he arrives. They keep looking at the door expectantly.
No one fills a room with laughter as fast as he does.
Alas, he is not coming. He committed suicide by hanging an hour before.
In youth's frantic clutches
Addicted to vapid touches
Love children spawned in shaded hutches
Existing on euphoric highs, painless crutches
In middle age, lust morphed into longing
Spent body in static sphere now belonging
Neglected prodigy seeking shelter in availing arms
Licentious, pretentious friends fled in swarms
Sins of youth girdle my deserted gates
Promiscuous flings my esteem deflates
Rebellious children their fealty abrogate
Venal lovers rue my chaster estate
In deep morass, my withered soul equivocates
Bridging divide of self pity, butressing hope inflates
Then residual pain with due penance heart conflates
Seeking self forgiveness; from others proffering rebates
Healing balm of inner resolve soothes empty soul
To wayward children unconditional love tendered not in
part but whole
To fair weather friends only distant compassion will dole
Forthrightly, to bring uplifting, sharing friends into my
foal
Tooee was a Lab Albino
My sons friend was a vet
She brought her home one day
And Tooee became our pet.
She was as white as snow
A ball of fur who lived for three years
She was a rat, she was the cutest I ever saw
She was a peaceful soul, I’ll give her that.
The family loved her so
My husband took her for walks in the corridor
My son would tickle her belly
As she lay on her back quietly
Enjoying it to the core
My daughter would keep her fed
She lived inside a drawer.
She left us after three days of being sick
The vet could do nothing it was just old age
She clung to the front of my T-shirt
With her little paws,I fed her with a stopper
She slept like that, knowing the comfort
Of being next to me, my little baby
The day she died, my family cried
We lost a furry friend, a family member
Whose now in Heaven
Forever we will remember our Tooee.
10.08.2020
There’s a thing called Corona that’s going around,
and the yakety-yak of it’s bringing folks down,
for it’s not like some circus that’s coming to town!
If you turn on your telly, you’ll probably hear
lots of news shows predicting this virus is near,
and the airports stand empty from everyone’s fear.
Just a week ago one of my friends only paid
twenty dollars for a standard flight that he made.
I say THAT’S taking lemons to make lemonade!
I'd say hop on a plane for perhaps a low fee;
now however, that's nixed by new rules that I see.
Just take walks with your dog or stay in for your safety
Perhaps you'll go out. Put a mask on your face!
and a handiwipe's great so that you can erase
pesky germs that are lurking in every space.
While your neighbors are running like crazy to buy
extra paper for wiping their precious behinds,
go to Amazon. There a bidet you can find!
Everything is now closed. If it's not far away,
pay a visit to Mom (if allowed). and l say
try to think of your lockdown as some fun "stay-cay!"
Whatever you do, please stop buying Purell.
Leave that stuff for the folks who are truly unwell,
and please leave on the shelves toilet paper for sale!
Yes, a person could die, but folks die from the flu!
Just eat healthy, be cautious; that’s all you can do.
It is not the Black Plague that is coming for you!
Odds of dying from it - I believe - aren't THAT bad.
Many many events are now cancelled; it’s sad.
But have faith it will pass, like the Saggy Pants fad!
March 13, 2020
For Nina Parmenter's A Rattling Rhyme 2 Poetry Contest
Re-entering contest because in light of new information I have learned since writing this poem, I felt the need to make major changes to some of my lines.
70.
My Life in Dumarao
Dumarao – teen and adult abode
Where memories are both good and bad
My gratefulness when I received from thee
School honor garnered unexpectedly
But in exchange I got few friends only
Who later dwindled ‘til I was lonely
Our improved house resembling a prison
My routine changed, I was in derision
The field not ours was developed further
Without buying it from the landowner
Father's money were quickly exhausted
Everynight's like party – glasses toasted
Foods that we should eat – to animals fed
Chickens, pigs, pigeons, goats…later were dead
So there emerged our sari-sari store
Which I needed also to take care for
Time for fun, highschool gimmicks – missed a lot
To redeem my lost school honor I plot
Yet, all in vain, worse, my batch had fallen
In school competitions where we should win
After all, tragic OLSI memory
Taught me never again to be bossy
And when I was already in UP
My vow in life was full humility
On class days, I learned a lot in Miagao
On weekends, I went back to Dumarao
Where life was still and moving in slow pace
So when I thought I was behind the race
Worked even before I marched from college
On government office even low wage
Not disappointed, but discontented
To Metro Manila I bravely fled
Tutor in Korean Academy
Not fired, not resigned, left job abruptly
At those times of blatant stupidity
To home once again with my family
Maybe fate wants me to be here
Dumarao's love for me may be sincere
And I think I'm also loving thee now
If our love fails again, there's broken vow
Now, your weakness I slowly understand
My test of faith I patiently withstand.
-11/27/2011
(Dumarao)
*First Incubus Collection
"Every struggle in my life has been a ....
lesson, and made me stronger and given me wings."
Now, I can look back on my life and see the chapters
some are beautiful but many are decay
I have called many friends only to be hurt
their cruelty like a dagger to my trusting heart
I have known death, loss and grief, and rejection
but now I realize that this journey has made me strong
when I am weeping I step back usually into poetry
where I can pour out my tears and my pain for the world
I have lost so many important to me
and I find them down a winding path
just engraved names in stone forevermore
but their graves are peaceful and birds sing
and the trees sway and flowers bloom
so, that gives me a sense of peace for a moment
but as I leave the dagger of remembrance plunges
____________________
October 10, 2021
Poetry/Verse/Couplet unrhymed/Imagism unrhymed/ Free Verse
Copyright Protected, ID 10-1396-397-10. Life's Hurts Make Us Stronger
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Example for my contest, Let's Mix It Up
Thoughts of you keep me awake at night
They find me when I'm left all alone
I've done all I can to fight
And yet my memories of you still aren't gone
It seems that no matter what I do
These things continue to haunt me
And the one person I cannot forget is you
In all things that used to be
The same lines running thru my mind
Poem after poem I write
Still the answers I cannot find
Nothing I do seems to win the fight
Time and time again I try
Fighting to make my wrongs right
So many times I've said one last goodbye
Even in your absence my thoughts will not cease
The ones I can hide from everyone but me
Secrets kept keep me from my own peace
But who I could tell no one can see what I see
No one can feel the things I do
In this time and in this space
With all I've put my heart thru
You will always hold this special place
Very deep down in my heart
That is one thing I cannot deny
Throughout the years you played a huge part
About that I cannot lie
I guess that's why after all this time
And even after everything you put me thru
I still let your memory cross my mind
But we both know about that there's nothing I can do
Been fighting these truths for far too long
I'm sure now what we used to be means nothing to you
And with me is not where you belong
All of this I have come to accept
I guess I should've known this all along
But my love for you a hold on it I kept
The same way something about you
Kept a hold on me
But for so long I already knew
That me and you…we just weren't meant to be
Being friends only kept me from moving on
But I was to blind to see
And the longer you are gone
So many things have become clear
And I found a way to move on with my life
Without you always so close and so near
I have become someone's wife
I learned to love again
I have found peace with my past
Letting go of all the anger and pain
I found something that will last
A love more true
Then I'd ever known
One more true than what I thought I had with you!!!
Let's walk down memory lane,
skipping past forgotten pain.
And recall what used to be
when games were most often free.
Remember when for a lark,
we'd play "hide and seek" till dark?
And small chores earned us rich dimes;
though our clothes dried on clotheslines.
We believed in Santa Claus,
superheroes, and just cause.
And fresh air held a sweet smell,
while water came from a well.
The bogeyman, just pretend;
and every cop was your friend.
Whenever tall tales got spun,
bad guys lost, and good guys won.
Teenagers had loads of fun
without carrying a gun.
And friends only died in play;
they all lived; just yesterday.
(Rhyme)
8/4/2015