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It is finally time to talk about the wee dance
A dance exhibited throughout the ages
By humans from all walks of life
At any time and in many places
Now, children love the wee dance
Legs crossed tightly, body jiggling about
Left going to the toilet last minute
The child yelling “ the wee is coming out”
Hearty laughter can bring on the wee dance
Legs crossed tightly, body jiggling about
“Stop….Im going to wet myself” heard during times of uncontrollable laughter
Some doing the deed….no doubt!
The wee dance does not discriminate
It can happen to you or me
The only requirement needed
Is a bladder full of wee ….
Revelers loiter in my backyard,
smoke pensively, whisper low.
Some pace the thin snow
writing their slow thoughts on the chill earth.
All of them shuffle and wait
for the big glittering yell
and the last minute kisses of reprieving angels.
At midnight I am not sure
where my thoughts will land
it is too cold for bat flights around the moon.
When this year topples into the next,
if not too weary of watching
from the top of my plasma screen,
I will crouch like a comic book gargoyle.
As the bells ring out
I might crack one gothic stony faced sneer,
listening stoically to ‘auld lang syne’
sung by roving bands of reapers.
Gonna let you all in on a little secret
My real name isn't Jack at all
Charles is the name I was christened with
A late change caused a huge falderal
My seven older sisters ended up in a furor
A last minute change by my dad
Didn't go over well with the seven of them
So this joyful event became sad
His reason for making this last minute change
Was to honour his brother Charley
Who died a big hero in the first World War
Sisters thought the change was too tardy
So they decided to call me Jack anyway
In spite of dad's last minute switch
His reason for making this admirable change
Wasn't reason to change their wish
So keep on calling me Jack my good friendies
It's stuck with me for 87 years
If you call me Charles, I can certainly guarantee
Won't answer unless I've had too many beers!
True story!
Christmas in Australia
by Robert (Bob) Moore
Its Christmas in Australia, the weathers stinking hot
got to do some shopping, but I’d really rather not
the crowds are large and noisy, the kids get in your way
and its just so you can buy some things, you have to give away
You dress the tree, and hang the lights, a fairy on the top
you hope you’ve covered everything, but your brain just won’t stop
thinking there is more to do, something you’ve not done
and then at the last minute, to the shops you’ll have to run
You’ve boiled the Christmas pudding, and added a bit more rum
it’s time to set the table, for when the guests all come
we should have done this inside, as the flies begin to swarm
too many clothes, and too much heat, the drinks are getting warm
Is all this really worth it, now I can hardly think
as if things are not bad enough, the AC’s on the blink
don’t think we’ll do it next year, it really is too much
and with the Aussie sunshine, every things too hot to touch
Now friends and family start to arrive, the air is full of cheer
a kiss and cuddle, or a handshake, can I leave these presents here
it really feels like Christmas, when all are gathered round
Singing Christmas Carols, it’s such a joyful sound
Then food is eaten, drink is drunk, we are feeling pretty tired
except the little children, running round like they are wired
it really is a happy day, family and friends are near
we had such a lovely time, we’ll do it all again next year
MISSING CHRISTMAS
memories i may or may not
recall. the year without a tree.
how long did our presents wait
for our return? kids squeal
with happiness, as only memories
are left, and a silent river hastens
too many days in fast motion.
mom and dad must still be
parents, sleeves dripping wet,
many towns left behind. trees
wave from the tops of cars,
from storefront windows.
pine needles stab at a speeding
station wagon, puddles splashing,
snow freezing dewy faces. heart
wants to stop but heaves heavily.
stop motion...dad stares a long time,
lingering as if fate has locked down
this moment. won’t there be
plenty more? but only his mother
will bring presents, year after year.
perhaps that is why, dad waits
until the last minute to put up a tree,
then takes it down again, just as fast.
11/28/2017
Childhood Christmas Memories Contest
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2:01 pm
Cinnabon, California Pizza, Burger King
Let’s de-militarize the sea floor
So we can once again walk on the waters
Clear and still
2:05 pm
An infant reaches for its mother
Looking at the information monitor
“Passenger… you have a message waiting for you…”
Where are you going?
Where are you really going? And how much of yourself
Are you leaving behind?
Layovers are a poison
But the airports are so… romantic
There are no faces, only hearts
Everyone seems so excited
Maybe they’re going home
Or trying to get away from it
My flight boards in an hour
But my guitar’s out of tune…
I need new strings anyway
Mine are starting to rust
12:20 pm
Luggage is in the trunk
Farewells have been said
Everything hangs in silence…
Then the rain comes,
Smudging all the memories together
Into a single human experience
That penetrates so deep into the heart
That it becomes a part of every single choking breath you take
And you forget…
9:30 am
Last time you have breakfast here, so make it a good one…
It doesn’t matter, I’m sick of this food anyway…
Last minute scan of the room,
Don’t forget your rosary on the bedpost
Or the rose petals hiding in your mattress
Or the tears staining the hallway carpet
Got it all?
No room?
You’re not leaving without it… find a solution
So I swallow everything
And wait for it to seep into my veins
With every pulse
You feel more alive
But less human
Stronger
But further away
Wider horizons
But with less to fill the skyline
1:36 am
Blank walls
Empty bathrooms
Dim hallways
Ticket stubs and boarding passes
In the trash, recycled paper
Recycled experiences
A flutter of confusion and excitement
A glance into the unknown
Then pause before the plunge
00:00
This is where you are
00:00
Trapped in a single moment
00:00
No one else
00:00
Just you
00:00
And with every experience
00:00
You grow
00:00
Until finally…
00:01
Today, in Wisconsin, three children lost their lives.
The media of course pours on us, emotional jive!
I, personally, cannot imagine, such a heartbreaking loss.
In a school, no less, friends and parents bear the cost!
Mental illness is a bloody monstrous thief.
When neglected,……it causes endless grief!
Watch the screams to take guns away.
While the breath of innocents by other means.
No…no guns needed …no,none at all.
Young girls choked and raped.. no border, needed.at all?
Fentanyl came here flowing like rivers without any ration.
Add 1,500 last minute pardons, we will not have a nation!
12/16/2024
You know what the Football World Cup really needs?
Goal! Goal! Goal!
with Bigger Goals!
Another yard — another meter—
on either side of the posts.
Bigger goals mean more goals!
More goals mean better football!
Goal! Goal! Goal!
Screamers from thirty metres!
Curlers into the top corner!
Thunderbolts from halfway out.
Goal! Goal! Goal!
That's what fans want to see.
Not defensive fantasy!
Not blockers lined up at the back.
Bring on attacking football!
More goals means fairer results.
Goal! Goal! Goal!
Imagine the score in Heaven?
5–7!
8–6!
10–8!
That's what fans play mega bucks to see.
Last-minute winners!
Goal! Goal! Goal!
More skills!
More thrills
More daring!
More drama!
More football!
Goal! Goal! Goal!
It's so ridiculously easy.
Just widen the goalposts.
when nobody's looking—
out a yard... out a meter... on either side
Go for goal!
Blight the nil-all draw!
Goal! Goal! Goal! Goal! Goal!
Last minute love,
You left me speechless in this heartless town
From high above
You left me broken and unspoken with a frown
However, you haven’t hurt my heart yet…
You haven’t hurt me with remorse and regret
It was just rebellion kind of love
Let’s face it…
It’s nothing to be ashamed of
Just fight it…
I was young and foolish…
I belong with the rest of the fish
But, this rebellion inside
Made me feel broken pride
Now, where do I hide?
With this rebellion inside?
An evanescent pasture I couldn’t find…
If you can be so kind,
Find me a foolish way to endure — I’m just so blind…
Where do I hide?
This rebellion inside?
It was just rebellion kind of love
Let’s face it…
It’s nothing to be ashamed of
Just fight it…
I was young and foolish…
I belong with the rest of the fish
But, this rebellion inside
Made me feel crucified…
I’m sorry I’m left behind
An evanescent pasture I couldn’t find…
If you can be so kind,
Find me a foolish way to endure — I’m just so blind…
Where do I hide?
This rebellion inside?
dodoitsu series (rhymed)
Winter is taking the reins
speeding past days of autumn -
Jack Frost smears the windowpanes
forefingers and thumb.
You who have no house to own,
too proud to seek charity,
you choose your path all alone
that’s a guarantee.
Your attic room, where risks run
rowdy as the eastern winds,
barren refuge while you shun
warmer help from friends.
Churches serve a daily meal
without impugning censure,
Would a shelter prove to shield
Christian adventure?
God casts no smears. You must know
you are short more than your needs.
God produces once you show
you will plant His seeds.
Twixt four fingers and your thumb
winnow pangs of laziness.
Earn warm lodging ere autumn’s
freeze spawns haziness.
for Elly Wouterse's contest 3 Proverbs and a Quote
For my series of didactic "germane" dodoitsu, I chose three German proverbs, being influenced much in my life by my German grandmother.
-A poor person isn't he who has little, but he who needs a lot.
--Charity sees the need not the cause.
---God gives, but man must open his hand.
My quote from an international celebrity is from German poet, Rainer Maria Rilke -
“Whoever has no house now, will never have one. Whoever is alone will stay alone,” is from his poem, “Autumn Day”, translated by Stephen Mitchell.
https://audiopoetry.wordpress.com/category/poet/rainer-maria-rilke/
For word play:
“the four fingers and your thumb”, and “winnow pangs” of verse 5(6) play off of
“Jack Frost’s forefingers and thumb” and "window panes" of verse 1.
Word with two meanings:
Verse 1 – smear – v. to wipe or daub
Verse 4 (5) – smear – n. a slur or insult
double meaning proverb
A poor person isn't he who has little, but he who needs a lot.
poor person can mean poverty-stricken or a
poor person can be incompetent, inept
I used the normal 7, 7, 7, 5 syllable pattern of a dodoitsu but rhymed it ABAB. I really needed 24 lines to complete my thoughts, but I dutifully cut it back to 20 lines, adding it back in italics after contest was judged. Expanding on Rilke’s “Autumn Day” title, I took a different turn from his prayerful, more positive piece.