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My Dearest Carlotta,
my beloved inamorata,
you must be back in Austria,
far away from this dilemma.
I was an Austrian prince.
I let Napoleon convince
myself of greatness.
As an emperor and empress,
we would make great progress.
When you took my hand,
we had a great land.
Believing it all
I ignored his recall.
It led to our downfall.
I was merely a puppet on a string
controlled by a faraway king.
We possessed a title with our name.
However, in lieu of fame,
I have brought us shame.
Little did I know
at the town of Queretaro,
there would be an ignominious defeat
in the searing summer heat.
All my forces crumbled.
I am now in a small cell humbled.
Please hear my plea.
Please forgive me
for my gullibility.
I could not foresee
this fall into ignobility.
We have parted
leaving me broken hearted.
History must take its course.
Juarez shows no remorse.
I now await my demise
at tomorrow’s sunrise.
Your loving husband,
Maximilian
The sanguine sun just waved goodbye
and hides in the silhouettes
of hills in wilderness;
But, I still stand here between the line
that separates night from day;
No phone in my pocket only my own,
my own weary self
escaping from the city's endless hustle;
To slow down, that is my aim . Hence, I am here.
But little did I know, the howling wilderness
has been waiting long for me
her howling I didnt hear~
busy with life's twists and turns
that I forgot to remove the earpiece
I've been wearing day by day.
Now, without anything, I heed the wilderness,
the forgotten language once I have known;
I begin to recall and like an old friend, I talk to her
and as she listens to my poor self,
the howling stops~
I heard myself
I found LOVE.
They surrounded me
With utter hatred
Flying in sting
Sting yellow jacket
Pain and swelling
Filled my hands
Oh what burning
These brilliant yet
Barbaric creatures
Can inflict upon a soul
My innocent composure
Was just trying to fix
Rotten wood
Devious yellow striped
Whipper smackers
Of ill will do they know?
Obviously or they would
Be equipped with
Some other form
Of defense by design
They say they can
Remember faces
Well two weeks ago
I filled their humble
Cantankerous abode
With foam sealant
Obviously today I
Thought I was safe
Little did I know
Pelted with flying
Carnivorous yellow
And black hellraisers’
They must have
Remembered me
Thank God for advil
And calamine lotion
The war will finish
Tonight at dusk
When my wasp
And hornet killer
Shall take back
My home.
I have a friend who I visit regularly,
He calls me Smith the Grocer, STG for short,
And when I text him, I sign off with STG,
Sometimes I add other abbreviations for him to guess,
A bit of harmless fun between friends.
Little did I know that a mix up with a text accidentally sent to my daughter,
Would lead to STG being interpreted to mean Sausage Tasted Good.
It came about in this way,
My daughter and her partner brought us over some flavoursome sausages,
So, it was not surprising that the next day when my daughter,
Got a three-letter text STG,
It was not unreasonable for her to conclude STG to mean
Sausage Tasted Good ,
And for me to get a text back that she was glad I liked The Sausage.
Needless, to say I did not attempt to correct the impression,
As, if I had thought about it,
I might well have sent that or a similar text on purpose,
And the sausages did taste good.
A case I think for a white lie, not doing any harm.
When I was just a boy…so innocent and free
a movie star…
or a great athlete…
or a famous singer…
is who I wanted to be.
Then I grew up…
and I found love…
or, I wonder, did love find me?
I married and we settled down to raise a family.
And I’ve been in some great home movies which we still love to see
all captured for eternity…now on DVD.
And I’ve played many sports with my children and grandchildren.
They must have known I had a knack
because whenever we played football…they made me quarterback.
And when I sing with my family…around the table or in the car
I don’t have to be on center stage…to feel like a star.
Yes, when I was just a boy
a movie star…
or a great athlete…
or a famous singer
is who I wanted to be…
Little did I know
when I grew up
that I would be all three.
The gap between us is so wide
You’re so distant away from me
Now I understand we’re worlds apart
But I know I perfectly played my part
I was wishing time will give us a chance.
But little did I know you were off for another dance.
Yes, now I know I was living in illusion
Of which I thought was a perfect adhesion.
You should have looked back before you leaved my life
You should have thought twice before you roll the dice
My life is almost empty without you
Yet, I have to keep on without you
Tears fall off my eyes and wet my face each time I think of you.
And my lonely heart cries out all day for you.
I can’t understand, but I know there is something wrong
You were the sweetest part of my life for so long
But now we walk no more in the calmness of the night
And play no more together under the moon light
Nor wake up again very early in the morning to watch the rising sun
Anytime loneliness
brings its tidings of sadness...
look deeper inside...
to find a brighter side!
Don't set aside that untried aspiration,
let it come alive with boldness and action;
where others fail, you can easily succeed..
make the effort and fear not to dream!
Discouragement can delay
your flight to freedom by a mere doubt;
your spirit can still soar:
show the boldness of an eagle
and search for a sky
bluer than the rolling ocean!
I embarked on a long jeourney
and was deprived of much sleep,
my lost ship never found a shore;
little did I know about a lingering hope,
and like Columbus who was rediculed a lot...
and even called crazy by some,
I was awesomestruck
by a twist of luck!
Look deeper inside
and be so glad you've at least tried...
to discern anything that made you worthless;
enunciate your right to live to yourself,
and seek out completion
by not wrestling with perfection!
Henrietta Tweedy
1886 – 1907
I was always taught that good news puts fat on the bones.
And I was taught by my strict Christian father
That before honor comes true humility.
I remember picking the Valencia’s one summer afternoon
And hearing him say
That the winners in life are the givers,
And that a foolish man always despises his mother.
And after services on Sundays,
I can still remember all of us congregated
In the sparse dining room
There on California Street,
Eating mother’s delectable starchy dinners
With my father in white starched shirt
Saying the “grace” before meals,
And ending the prayer, saying:
“A soothing tongue is a tree of life.”
I loved life and I loved God.
And that is all I can say
Here in my lonely grave.
Except,
Roscoe Settle was a thief.
He was the thief of my heart and of my soul.
He was the only one for me.
And I was the only one for him
And that’s the God’s honest truth.
We met on a Thursday evening at dusk in 1904
And his lips found my lips
His blue gentle eyes healed my spiritual blindness
Like Christ by the well
When he met her,
The thirsty woman from Samaria.
And I saw him on the road to Montebello Heights that long ago day
And little did I know it then,
That would be the last time
I was to see Roscoe Settle alive.
Pray for me all kindred souls of the day.
Pray for me as I set loose the atoms
Of a million milliseconds of human time.
Life demands nothing from us
Except,
To die.
It is the ultimate act of humility.
It is the ultimate act of final humanity.
And I am truly honored now
As the worms greedily gnaw
Upon the fat of my bones.
It all began in Berkeley, California
In the spring time of 1974
One fateful afternoon
I was dozing in my high school
Physics class.
I looked up and saw
A tall, beautiful Asian woman
standing looking at me.
I screamed out,
Who are you?
She disappeared
like she was beamed away from my dream.
I knew that someday I would meet the girl
In the dream
Little did I know
I would have to wait until 1982
Starting that month
I began having the same dream
Month and month and month.
Always the same.
She was saying something
To me in a strange language.
Then one day I had the dream
and knew that she was in Korea.
So I chose to go Korea
In the Peace Corps,
Somehow knowing
That I would meet her there.
That morning early in the morning
I had the last of these dreams.
This time I understood her.
She said, “Don't worry.
We’ll meet soon.”
That evening
As I was getting off the bus
To go to my class
I saw getting off the bus
The girl in my dream.
It was she!
A bluff master
Once, to my ears did whisper
Pray, listen to me, trust only me
Believe only in me, see only that which I want you to see
Falling prey to his sweet words
I let myself in his flooding waters, be engulfed
I even stopped doubting
For the bluff master was in his own being, a king
I believed that he was a perfect man
I believed that he would be my friend
I believed in his innocence
I let myself by swayed by his own dance
Meanwhile, I had, as support, a bluff Queen
My own friend, the one I called thus at sixteen
Little did I know, that both were with each other, enamored
Little did I know, that they both wanted me to be, deceived
She did also whisper to me, about her loyalty as a friend
To be all prude, she did even pretend
Why, she did cause me to lost interest in my studies
So much that I lost my other friend's companies
Why, grand was the shock
When myself, right at my face, they both did mock
Yes, I had believed in fact, my mind
It did stubbornly want to see everything as being divine
Mind you, I did break, but I did rebuild my self
Pray, faith had been poured into my breath
Now am I made of my own strength
Yes, such does allow me to walk on my road's length
But the faces of the bluff Masters and those bluff Queens
For them I am no more keen
Yes, bluffing does still work for those who do believe in this world's magic
And such does make of them vagrant beings, oh how tragic!