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CRAZY QUILT MADNESS
crazy quilt madness,
sewn onto muslin squares.
nothing square, about these cool croppings.
left over scraps become something unique -
beautiful, with buttons and floral encryptions -
forget me - knots.
crazy quilt madness,
my life’s serene lift of lived-in patterns,
adventurous ascents onto glaciers and mountains,
descending waterfalls and into voluptuous valleys.
crazy quilt madness
of family sorrows, and peeks,
weaving in and out of all its metes.
a grand landscape of life well-lived.
crazy quilt madness:
join the therapy group.
cut into the cathartic cloth.
snip away and sew, yourself,
into the freedom of frenetic fancy.
leave behind the perfect squares,
for the perfect lives,
in the perfectly square, cookie cutter log cabins,
and join me in wild despair,
picking juicy berries of lonely snippets
for a “berry” good time under the moon of
crazy quilt madness.
9/29/2017
Confusion takes hold
Memories quickly turn cold
Time demands action
Fate holds that attraction
Hesitation angers fate
The good things in life don't always wait
Time punishes all
It can make even the strongest building crumble and fall
While I've always been told to take my time when wanting the best result
Patience is scarce and time can be so difficult
Things change in time not ever the same
Fate and time can be two mother f***ers to blame
Everyday time takes another away
So remember what you see what you feel and what you say
One day fate may leave you standing in life so alone
Existence having a dark dreary
under tone
This too shall pass in its own good time for sure
All I know is for time I need the cure.
These old boots, they've sure been around. They don't know where their goin' but they sure know where they've been. Drinkin' Corona and dancing with a Mexican Senorita in Jaurez, the smell of perfume and Tequila fill the air. Gracias for the good time, but these old boots got to go. Hitched a ride on an old cattle truck to El Paso, my Stetson blocking the sun and hiding my bloodshot eyes. Throwing cow chips at an old wooden fence, I count the $100 dollars I just made at the slaughter house, the foreman said "you work like that you'll make good money boy". "Thanks, but these old boots got to go" I said. "That $100 dollars sure went fast", I told the deputy as he unlocked the gate at the jail sitting in downtown Amarillo smoking a Marlboro with my thumb in the air, thinkin', these old boots got to go. Tired and weary, I got a motel room for $50 bucks I made on a sway-back horse in a low-class rodeo outside Albuquerque but don't remember much about last night other than the empty bottle of Jack Daniels on the table. Dippin' in a can of Kodiak, I'm thinking to myself, these old boots got to go. That Budweiser sure did taste good after bailing hay in the snow in Durango, as night fell pickin' my guitar as the cowgirls on the dancefloor cut a rug. I thought to myself, the good times don't last forever so these old boots got to go. I've been a lot of things' and nonthin at the same time, money in my pocket and a liquor bottle, I roll on down the road like a tumbleweed blowing in the wind. Back in big sky country, the prairie grass sways in the breeze casting shadows on my tombstone. Hard work and hard drinkin' caught up to me, but I had fun y'all, these old boots got to go...........
Come one, come all to New Orleans
March and dance with King and all kinds of Queens
Year round festivals in town
Don't hesitate, catch a ride, come on down
Come on down to the Mississippi River Crest
You want a party, New Orleans does it best
From Bayou St. John to the French Quarters
Street cars, horse drawn buggies, to river boat charters
Greek, Italian, Irish, Vietnamese, Cajun, Creole, German, Black
Parades and festivals, there is not one who will lack
Christmas, New Years, Fourth of July, most any day of the year
Is an excuse to celebrate and drink plenty of beer
Oysters, gumbo, mirlitons, tomato, a good Po Boy
All kinds of food festivals for you to enjoy
You like music, festivals for that, too
Rock and Roll, Jazz, Zydeco, and get down Blues
Of course, Mardi Gras is at the top of the list
Biggest free show on earth mustn't be missed
Doubloons and beads are thrown to you
Holler, “Throw me something, Mista!”all you have to do
So much sadness in the world, so come on down
New Orleans will have a festival that will give you a smile and take away that frown
Check out the festival calendar for most any day or night
We'll pass a good time, Shah, yeh u rite
There are twelve days of Christmas, everybody knows that
But there are only three signs to know, it’s time to start getting fat.
The first sign that Christmas is really getting quite near
Is all the new toy adverts on the telly that suddenly appear
They are on the telly before kids return to school after summer break
There are lots of toys to buy, they tell us, and even some Christmas cake
Never mind the partridge that’s sitting in the pear tree
Or the French Hens and the Five golden rings
The second sign is Cliff Richards' back, selling his songs and things.
'Calendars and tickets, to concerts round and about
I’m here come buy my wears is Cliff Richards only shout.'
The third sign of Christmas is also the television screen
The Coco Cola train runs daily, set in a pretty Christmas scene
Christmas isn’t Christmas without Coco Cola, they have us believe
We can’t have Christmas without it, because everyone would grieve.
Without TV and Cliff Richard, Christmas would not happen at all
No Christmas dinner or gifts and no works Christmas ball
There would be no Turtle doves, or Maids to go a milking.
No cheap deals and cons, for people to go a bilking.
No money spent at this time of year would be a catastrophe
We would just have to carry on with our same routine daily.
Christmas is not what is was, even the dates are a bit of a mis-leader
It was mixed with Roman Saturnalia, to appease the then church leader.
So for all those that celebrate remember you have Cliff to thank for it
Enjoy your time this year, and all those presents that do not fit
Don’t think of me as humbug or even a Christmas killjoy
I wish a happy time for every girl and boy
I wish everyone what they wish for themselves and others
And I hope that your Santa comes, to help all the mothers
Have a good time one and all, at this special time of year
And remember to thank the telly and Cliff, for all this Christmas cheer.
GG 2011
My long weekend trips had changed and ruined,
By your early morning text messages.
On Saturday, 2025.03.08@03:08:00.
You texted me to let me know,
It was your birthday, you turned 21+ years old.
You also wanted to let me know,
The reasons why you stopped saying hello,
And all forms of communications.
I respected your birthday was a significant event,
Happily to celebrate with you,
I was willing to change my travelling trip,
With late afternoon visit to the beach,
Then a dinner at an Asian restaurant,
Nothing fancy, nothing luxury,
Just for the good time keep sake.
I thought at least, my gestures
And actions were appreciated.
To show my gratitude to you,
For helping me in my poetry's journey.
But it turned out it was all my own naive ideas,
You did not give a damn about it.
You turned the rest of my plan upside down.
My travelling plan was from Sorrento back beach,
I was happy to change it to Williamstown beach,
From Phillip Island turned into Apollo Bay,
From Anglesea into who knows where it will be.
Every where you visited,
You said how beautiful that place was.
Within two months, you hurt me twice. No more.
Enjoy while you can,
Good luck to your accommodation's plan,
I don't care if it is in Victoria or other states in Australia.
Just don't bother me again.
Love never wanes from an ember
Once the spark turns into a fire
There'll always be a smoldering remnant
Cause lust never fades past desire
Time runs eternal but not for us
True love is only known by a few
The longer we wait, the more times erased
And there's less of me left for you
Less of all good time
And memories to make
Less of us to know love
That gives and does not take
Less of wondering
When will we light the fuse
Less of me left.....for you
Inside every heart lives someone
Who's constantly being locked away
The torture is not in their being
It's how on our mind their love stays
While fortune and riches are different
They both are something you can lose
Money is made, but loves not replaced
If there's less of me....left for you
I'm a broken down man
Who has love left to prove
Before there's less, of me.....left for you
Don’t wake him up yet! Shansi said with a snicker.
Orinoco needs his sleep, for his soft-hearted ticker!
So Great Uncle Bulgaria gave Orinoco fifteen minutes more.
But then you have to leave for school, he said. Right out the door!
Miss Adelaide will be waiting, and you know she is fine.
This school mistress wanted the Wombles there in good time.
Tobermory had to fix Bungo’s bike before they could leave.
Bungo had a fine idea to put on a weird new blowing sleeve.
Tomsk was raring to go, he loves to drive through the woods.
Yazz told them to wait up, she had to primp up her girly goods.
Wellington lagged a bit, for he has such a scientific mind.
He stops along the way to gather everything that he can find.
There are tough time ahead and there are good time ahead. Which one do you choose?
Some people going to like what you say and some will not.
How do you feel about that?
The Scriptures says; "Death and Life are in the power of the tongue, and those who love it will eat its fruit."(Proverbs 18:21) Which fruit are you eating?
"Whoever guards his (or her) mouth and his (or her) tongue keeps his (or her) soul from trouble." (Proverbs 21:23) What about you and I, is that what we should do?
Thanks be to God Almighty through Christ, we can do that. I know that I can't do it alone, but with His Grace and Mercy we can do it. We may come boldly (with confidence) before the throne of Grace, that we may obtain mercy and Find Grace to help In Time of need. (Hebrews 4:16) Because that is why we believe Christ died, was buried and rose on the third day and ascend into heaven and sit (and stand and visit) from the right hand side of the Father. God rip the curtain from top to bottom, only He is capable of doing that and all because of what Christ did on the cross at cavalry so that we would be able to come into His present and find Grace and obtain mercy in time of need.
I don't know about you, but I need Him every day, every hour, every minute, every second. He is my front and rear guard and we MUCH be strong in the Lord and put on the WHOLE ARMOR of God in order to be equipped to fight against the enemies in life.
(Ephesians 6:10-19)
That which is not for you, past it on to those who are in need.
Put on his red bathers you're joking
Too tight something out front it was poking
found another old pair
to cover up pubic hair
He's now off to the ocean for soaking
Now he's looking quite bronze and quite fancy
Ready to meet his girlfriend who's called Nancy
on the sand they will walk
hold hands while they talk
One day she might be his fiancee
Find a spot that's private and shady
to skinny dip with his beautiful lady
several others have come
they see his lily white bum
His girl's given surname it's O'grady
From ocean water body's cool, appetisingly salty
Sun burnt skin's feeling sore and quite faulty
He wants to bonk on the shore
She says no that's for sure
He says your excuse is unloving and paltry
His ex girlfriends name was Cecelia
Too often he wanted to feel her
with legs very bandy
he was often so randy
In the sun in in the hay made love to this sheila
Now this oversexed man so begotten
So naughty they smacked his big bottom
but he wasn't deterred
still did what he preferred
Loved underwear made out of soft cotton
Now it's summer he's feeling quite warm
Many old tricks he does often perform
out in his work shed
there's a double sized bed
Where they shed all the clothes that are worn
It's now time for a warm summer party
Can attend it's casual not arty farty
still daylight at nine
have a whopping good time
Good conversation and laughter that's hearty