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They say “You are only as strong
as the person standing beside you.”
There have been times when that thought…
frightened me, for the person standing
beside me……..was……..well……
let’s just say….. I didn’t choose to stand
beside them.
Perhaps it was a strange twist of fate,
you know…..a karmic curve ball –
and I was supposed to be the strong one.
I have been in rooms full of people,
all standing beside one another,
and thought: “We’re all screwed”,
“look at this collection of inbred inhumanity.”
I now know – sadly – they were thinking
the same thing. No one asked for a show
of hands as to who the “strong” ones were,
no “leader” T-shirts labeled them, no super
hero music played as they entered the room.
They were there – throughout my life –
those ubiquitous stalwarts, friends,
mentors, speed bumps, guideposts,
showing up to stand beside me
even when I didn’t know why they
were there.
I know now – why they were there –
coincidence, chance, providence,
the kindness of a humorous god,
the gift of serendipity, the luck of the draw.
I know now why I was there, why we were there.
We are only as strong as the person standing beside us
and the person standing beside them and the person standing……..
Well, anyway, I’m proud to be counted among this
collection of screwed up, inbred, inhumanity.
It is a pleasure to stand with you all.
John G. Lawless
1/17/2015
A woman friend, of gorgeous pulchritude,
presents a man with an experience
of nervous, elated, erotic mood:—
to him it's a most welcomed "hinderance."
A guy friend of strong, chiseled, sexy good looks,
makes a woman self-conscious and confused,
when reading, "Fifty Shades of Grey," (soft-**** books)
and thinking of him while fully aroused.
They both may think of the possibilities,
and then wonder: "What can it hurt...if we cross
that line?" But is it worth the realities,
the risks, and the very real, potential loss
of a friendship? Best friends may be real fine,
but is it worth a hay roll (on Cloud Nine)?
He stood on the street corner
Having a much needed smoke
Somehow we got chatting
And he told me a joke
And i started laughing
The way that you do
He looked at me smiling
And started laughing too
And his dog laughed too.
It became a habit
Ever after that
Every morning I’d stop
For a little chat
And listen to any joke
That he would tell
His supply seemed endless
And he told them so well
And his dog laughed too.
One day I saw the dog
Out with another guy
So I said hello to him
And I asked him why.
He said he was standing in
His dad had had a stroke
So I sent my best wishes
And I really missed his joke
And his dog just looked sad.
I asked about him every day
Was told he was improving
Was chafing at the bit to
Get his recovery moving.
I was so pleased to hear
Of progress like that
For I really missed
His joke and our chat
And his dog looked optimistic.
Then one day I saw him back
Standing there having a smoke
I bid him a good to see you
I’ve missed your daily joke.
We both laughed uproariously
As he told me his latest one
And the dog wagged his tail
All signs of sadness gone
And his dog laughed too.
I heard the door open. It was Leeza (Lisa’s 14-year-old sister),
she’d been out on a date. I was the only one in the living room
as she came in and sagged, dejectedly onto the huge, white
sectional couch, right next to me. She looked positively
deflated. Which is unusual because up until now,
she’s been all freckles and smiles
Ok, here’s where we get poetic and rhyme, with innuendo and allusion:
Me: “Did you have a good time?”
Leeza: “No but I was trying.”
Me: “Did he get handsy—the swine?”
Leeza: “Argh! No—but his kisses are a crime.”
I gasped: “You didn’t give him a climb!?”
Leeza “NO!” she said, somewhat horrified.
Me (trying to be neutral): “No judging, it would have been.. fine (I lied).”
Leeza: “That’s never going to happen.”
“Good,” I declared, “he was just a distraction—and, you know Santa.”
“What about Santa?”
Whew, that’s enough of THAT (rhyming business).
She asked, so, yeah, I sang it.. I had to.
“He knows who you’ve been kissing,
what you’re thinking when you’re awake,
he knows if you’ve been bad or good—
he’s kind of like a cop that way.”
After a moment's silence Leeza asked,
“Is there something creepy about that?”
“Only if you think about it.” I admitted,
as she put her head on my shoulder.
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A song for this:
Fairytale of New York (feat. Kirsty MacColl) by The Pogues
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A Christmas Playlist! There’s 6 days til Christmas (and Hanukkah)
www.daweb.us/xmas/Christmas_25.mp3
It was 5am, a cold, dark, foggy night
As Charles and I headed-out to the right
for the ‘Pont de Bir-Hakeim’ bridge across the Seine.
We weren’t the least discouraged by the rain.
When possible, we stick to the lower quays
the traffic-free promenades that run close to the Seine
The wind was bracing as we established our pace
turning west which put a fine rainy-mist in our face
The trick to running distance is to establish your breathing
I time mine to my steps, 4-steps-in and four-out, decreasing
to two-by-two as we move into our groove.
We’re aggressive runners, this is for fun
Exercising peers, who’ve run together for years
We have plans, and set signals with our hands
we wear LED lights so we’re seen at night
We edge the left bank - imagine the pace - the slow steady rhythms
Guys are stronger and faster but I hang-in there with him.
The Seine cruise ships are dark, moored at their last pier stops
The pizzerias are closed, as are the souvenir shops
After crossing the Saine via the bridge central colonnade,
the path becomes somewhat dense and dangerous,
a twisting forest of staircases and crosswalks sequitous
everything bottles down - competing for space -
bike paths, speeding cars, busses, and trains
On the right bank a Burger King is the first thing we see
Whoppers here feature brioche buns and yummy goat cheese
Once we clear the river area, a pre-dawn quiet claims the streets
scents rising from the bakeries make you want to stop and eat
It’s wet and dark as we wind our way, but we do this every day
five miles later, the gray ‘Pont d’Iéna’ bridge safely coveys
us back to the left bank with it’s tranquil vibe of birds awakening
Close to home now, entering the park, we tear into a sprint,
our own private, morning, mixed olympic track event
His senescence (he’s 55) lulls me into thinking I can beat him
but I never can - why is my defeat so consistent?
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Songs for this:
Band On The Run (2010 Remaster) by Paul McCartney & Wings
BLT Merriam Webster word of the day challenge 01/03/26:
Senescence state of being old
Jacks from Montreal in case you don't know
Likes a laugh and in his work it does show
Been around a long time
Enjoys composing rhyme
If you want humour then to his page go.
Shame we can't all get together and sing
Happy birthday to soups limerick king
He's eighty four today
Sending greeting's his way
To this site laughter and joy he does bring .
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And a bonus one as its his birthday.
Jack hails from the land of milk and honey
Drives a Porsche and is loaded with money
He's quite the ladies man
Has a bright orange tan
Makes the girls go all giggly and funny.
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY JACK.
Written 6th August 2019.
Bili’s one of my two best chums. She's exquisite, cagey and ferociously funny - compared to her I’m tomboyish.
Her hair is a straight corn-silk that shines like black-enamel. When we watch movies, I get to brush it. Her heritage is Japanese, she has perfect, warm-ivory skin, but she’s as American as sarcasm or gun-violence.
When she talks to me, sometimes she’ll be flirtatious or motherly, but always jocose. She bullies me, good-naturedly coaxing and chivvying me onto the trajectory she selects.
I’m jiggered - I enjoy being treated like a pet. I’ve been so harried lately that it’s somehow calming. I think I’m going to spend the rest of the summer, blithely letting her arrange me.
Mr. Motion Man Preparation packed plan Coolest cat of the clan Baddest bro back but just began Jeopardize the job in Japan Demon dude on demand Can't forget about his friend Dan Who is his biggest fan And smokes tobacco out of a can And sits on the beach to tan Like he was sitting in a frying pan But wait he just got up and ran
The Lone Ranger and Tonto
For years two loyal friends
Riding the range together
Fighting for justice's ends.
Kimo Sabe and his side kick
A Masked Man on his White Horse
And faithfully following along
That Brave Tonto of course.
Dead Mans Prairie
Not a branch of cover in sight
Three hundred hostile Redskins
Had crept up during the night.
You could hear their War cries
As they danced just out of range
Then came a sudden silence
Eerie, frightening and strange.
The odds were overwhelming
Chance of survival nil
The Lone Ranger sighed
Accepting the bitter pill.
This is it old companion
We've no chance if they attack.
But Old Tonto wasn't listening
He was on his horse's back
Heading for the tribes
In a survival race
Yelling over his shoulder
Who you talking to, Paleface.
X'd by time, my eyes close gently in mist
Rushed by the clock.. work, destiny...wife
All the great poetry...that I have missed
So many great poems, stories of life
To my fellow poets...let it be known
If I had more time, I would read you all
So if have I missed, some poems...you've shown
So very sorry, for time has held me thrall
But I promise you all, I'll try...my best
In time, god willing...I'll read you all soon
All your friendships and shares...well, I've been blessed
Closing eyes...Good night, morn or afternoon
X'd by time, my eyes are gently bawling
Sorry, got to go...my wife is calling