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Not ever having gotten drunk before,
I drank tequila; then I drank some more.
The night got shorter. Wasted, then I saw
A tall dark cowboy stride into the bar.
The drinks kept flowing as he hit on me,
And now I have this vaguest memory. . .
I got up on the counter in high heels.
I think I’ve learned how Jimmy Buffet feels!
I think I did the can-can till I fell.
Both head and tail of mine now feel like hell.
And though I’m used to waking up with dread,
No dread compares to what lies in my bed!!
A smelly guy who now I have discovered
must use false teeth, for here they sit uncovered!
Worst morning after; now I’m feeling ill.
Where can I find a morning after pill?
(Hope everyone realizes this is pure fiction. LOL)
For Black Eyed Susan's The Worst Morning After
The Inverted Dial of Your Slender Eternity
you, my beloved, are the target of a deity transparent as vapor,
who has decreed that your frail body, divine frailty itself,
should be filled gradually with all my interior mountains,
to offer the sigh, inhaling once again a breath,
oxygen from the HEAVENS, with tissues of arteries and veins intertwined,
sculpting my emotions fragile as honey, between strange verses,
on the path toward a moment, embalmed with thousands of perfumed years,
of an ATOMIC clock, close to the burning thirst of summer,
that is in a total rotation, somehow DECIPHERABLE with difficulty,
from the board of the SOLAR disk of seconds and hours:
all numbers in their place, but inscribed totally, BACKWARDS!
I write morning after morning, above your eyelashes,
black poems on white eyelids, your mute alphabet,
with ink from frozen blood, from tears burned by cold fire,
on the invisible map of your dreams without sleep, without waking,
where time flows backward like a river from future into past,
and where the dead breathe harder than the living of the present,
and you, my beloved slender as a blade of divine knife,
cut my heart into transparent slices, to see through them the light,
that black light from the center of the extinguished sun, the ignited one,
that illuminates our darkness, blinded by too much seeing...
and I beg you, continue to sculpt mountains in my naked chest,
until I'll be full of so much emptiness, heavy from so much void,
until I'll fall upward, toward the bottom of the deep sky,
toward the roots of stars planted in the cosmic ground above,
where everything is exactly inverted from what seems to be completely backwards,
where the ATOMIC clock beats its heart of warm organic metal,
counting the seconds that no longer are, that will have always been,
on that SOLAR dial written in ciphers of luminous shadow,
all hours simultaneous, all minutes in the same eternal now,
all of them, numbered, but written exactly, INVERTED as in the shattered mirror!
I’ve formed this sweet relationship with this rabbit I see on my morning walk…
almost every day.
It all began a year or so ago when I encountered him on the street
I smiled, said, “God Morning, Mr. Rabbit…and he quickly hopped away.
This went on for many months…
It appears we’re both out walking the same time every day.
I’d smile, say, “Good Morning, Mr. Rabbit…and he’d quickly hop away.
Over time our morning encounter turned into a little game we liked to play…
We’d pause, I’d smile, say, “Good Morning, Mr. Rabbit.”
then he’d let me take a few steps toward him…before he hopped away.
There were mornings I’d find him standing in the street…
as if he was waiting for me to start his day…
I’d smile, say, “Good Morning, Mr. Rabbit…
and he’d let me walk right by him…before he hopped away.
Then one morning after stepping out of my house…who did I happen to meet….
much to my surprise….there were two rabbits in the street!
I smiled, “Well Good Morning, Mr. & Mrs. Rabbit!” I said.
“Mrs. Rabbit, I hope this is a proper way to greet you….
I must say, after all this time…it’s so very nice to meet you.”
This is how our mornings went for a while:
Mr. & Mrs. Rabbit…were the only rabbits I would see….
Until one morning I noticed two baby rabbits in the grass not far from mom and dad
I smiled, said, “Good Morning Mr. & Mrs. Rabbit…and your entire family”.
Now each morning in the street in front of my house,
“Good Morning, Rabbit family.” are words I love to say.
and I like to think the five of us…look forward to it every day.
I feel blessed for having met Mr. Rabbit…
glad he was so patient with me….
and am thankful in some small way I’ve become
part of his Rabbit family.
So surprised was I when one day I discovered
a propensity for Sudoku, a game involving numbers
for math was not my forte, but now the game made sense
my mind was focused now to solve the puzzle, hence
sequences and deductions became my preference.
I played it in the morning, after my breakfast tea
I played it in the afternoon, with dog beside my knee
I played it in the evening, neglecting the TV
I played it standing in long lines, absorbed as I could be.
In short, I played the game so much throughout the live long day
my obsession with Sudoku ruled my mind in every way...
...until I discovered computer Scrabble
then, quite suddenly, Sudoku up and flew away!
10/10/2020
Its the morning after the night before
As i leave my new wife, whom i lovingly adore
My orders came through, overseas i head
With my band of brothers, not knowing what's ahead
Married for days, whilst conflict takes him away
Holding sheets where we slept, my memory bouquet
At the bottom of our bed, there lies a virgin white rose
With a note beneath i am in momentary froze
I sit and stare as to what it might say
Knowing this is the day my love flies away
My darling Tinks i leave this white rose for you
Its pristine appearance describes my darling so true
It symbolises you, so innocent so pure
With your love in my heart, i will return i assure
Think of the day, from these distant lands from beyond
For the morning after the night before, we will respond
This virgin white rose, so bridal so pure
You and its safety i will secure, for you to return for our future
The day you come home, it shall lay on our bed
And we will continue our lives, as you have always said
I will go about my tomorrow's, thinking of you every day
And prey that this virgin white rose, never turns deathly grey
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love-9.php
The floodwaters shimmer with opalescence in the morning sun
The torrential rain finally comes to a halt
In the stillness of it all floats the body of the banker’s son
Six feet above-ground, his grave on the asphalt
Birds stir cautiously above in the stripped-down trees
Their intertwining voices weaving a fragile song
A tattered American flag wavers in the cool breeze
Some buildings in ruins while others hold strong
As the waters retreat, remnants of a past life emerge
Scattered belongings and overturned furniture drift
While some may view the flood as a natural scourge
Others may see it as a revitalizing gift
The deep blue, empty sky holds a surreal clarity
As if having been cleansed by the storm before
Devastation occurs for the sake of posterity
New life emerges from the grasp of the great war
Wetlands breathe and fertile soil is restored
Fish of many shades explore the new habitat
Nature replenishes itself, humanity ignored
But it’s always possible to rebuild the laundromat
Shadows stretch long over the worn-down earth
Leaving a story of withering sadness behind
The grief and pain of the people entwined in rebirth
A message in the ruins, both cruel and kind
There is strange beauty in the morning after
When everything comes to a head
In the silence of the town hear Mother Nature’s laughter
O’er the skies and the trees and the flooded riverbed
A Score of Years Ago Today
By Franklin Price
09/11/2021 (8:20 AM)
A score of years ago today
As I begin this write
The towers were still standing
Were the tallest things in sight
We the People, unsuspecting,
That those towers soon would fall,
In a place called New York City,
But would affect us one and all.
Never would we be the same again,
Not from sea to shining sea,
When terrorists attacked that day,
They were attacking you and me.
And what this country stands for
Home of the free and brave
Many of us died that day
Had lost the peace for which we crave
This morning, after twenty years,
We look back and recall
The actions that were taken
After they made the towers fall
We declared, forever war,
Not on a nation, but a faction
Where did we go? What did we do?
What satisfaction, for our action?
Separation has befallen us
Getting greater every day
Many terrorists, we find,
Are in, the good old U.S.A.
Today, this anniversary day,
We should vow to heed the call
Work together for the common good
For we're about to lose it all .
An article explains acid rain causes orange slime.
Just when I thought I had seen it all in the last two months,
I wake up this morning after it rained to see this.
It was not on this tree before and never been seen in my life!
Like a nightmare that will not stop, something has taken a hold of nature.
How do I write about beauty, when the things I have seen are horrendous?
All I can do is show truth, because that's what I am living through.
All I can do is try to get testing done and figure things out.
When nature changes in these ways, so does life.
It takes going through it to understand how it can be like a nightmare.
Betty and Johnny, who were seven and eight,
lived close to the zoo, very near the front gate.
They visited often, with their mom and their dad,
and always told Gran about the fun that they had.
One day as the wind blew through the Crumpledink trees'
tickling the crinkly bright yellow leaves.
Johnny and Betty decided to play,
out on the porch, where they'd stay there all day.
They opened the door, but to their surprise,
a blue fuzzy creature, smallish in size,
jumped up from the chair and stretched out his hand.
"Pleased to meet you my friend," his words rather bland.
"Who are you?" said Betty with a sheepish grin
as she held out her hand and his fur touched her skin.
"I am what I am, and my name is that too,
I'm a Grrreeble," he said, "and I live at the zoo."
"Then what are you doing here at our house?"
asked Johnny, his voice squeaked like a mouse.
"I saw you at the zoo in the star gazing dome.
You seemed so nice, I followed you home."
"But you can't stay here," Johnny croaked like a frog, "So,
back to the zoo, to the zoo you must go!"
Betty looked at the Grrreeble and said, "This may be hard..,
You know mom said we can't leave the yard."
But Betty, Oh Betty, what will we do,
How will we get Grrreeble, back to the zoo?
The Grrreeble just sat, head in his hands
"Johnny, I think that you don't understand."
Then he said, "I don't wish to go back to the zoo,
I like it here, I'll stay here with you."
Betty looked at Johnny and giggled with glee,
"Can we keep him? I want him to stay here with me."
"No", Johnny said, "No we can't, no, No, NO!
as soon as he can, to the zoo he must go!"
Johnny looked at the Grrreeble and said with a sigh,
"We really do like you, but we must say goodbye."
So they played for a little
games like frosty fooks frittle
with bright red hats and dressum up clothes
and loud frustal whistles, you blow through your nose.
Then later that morning after eating their brunch
they made him a sandwich, dinklebutter and jelly, to take for his lunch,
and turning away Grrreeble said, with tears in his eyes,
"Thanks, it's been fun, to play with you guys."
Now often they visit their friend at the zoo
with a dinklebutter sandwich, they hope you'll come too.
9/17/2015
Evermore Evermore they must settle a score,
They were shown the door and never knew the reason for
Jilted like an unwanted lover
True the audience thinks they have enough money to cover.
But still they wanted to be the silver screen siren not an average mother.
So here we watch the films they were in
Where their big scene with a scream is followed by the next of kin
Their characters were never in the book since they are casted just for their good looks.
Critics state they are trying to act
And for the most point that is an honest fact
After the day’s work, they go back wondering why they were kicked out of their sport.
It is the truth they are there to be cute
Since what really sells isn’t watching someone go through hell.
No, I must state I will pay money to see someone who I would date.
Even know in the end they end up eaten by a gigantic rat named Ben.
So here on a Sunday Morning after watching something on a Saturday Night when you did not heed that warning.
Last night’s rendezvous which was cool
When you ventured into that prohibited swimming pool.
Yes, I must say we do enjoy the feeling we get
Watching you get stabbed when you are totally wet
In lieu of flowers when you leave that shower, we just want to say we do care
When you are vulnerable and scared
Let it be known when you do not answer the phone
We are there watching over you when you are alone.
When the character enters to spell your demise
We will always know they are all telling lies
As the DVD light shines during the late hour
We know our B movie friends do still have the power
They are the reason we spend the time
Watching their film as it unwinds.
When realities social is not there due to all the things that are not fair
This modern-day relationship can due for those who are not being played as a fool.
It causes no problems for anyone and to be honest it can be kind of fun
Enjoy the images as they unspool enjoying the pictures that are more healthy stimulations then lamb stew.
Thanks for being our moving photographs of beauty
And to be honest yes, we do appreciate the nudity.