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Hooray for Captain Spaulding...
though he played only a cameo role
helping me secure corrective eyewear I sport
mucho gratitude to all parties involved
including the missus,
cuz she needed to shuttle me
to and from hither and yon,
wherever I needed to go,
cuz entire bill paid
(including thorough examinations and lenses -
the frames repurposed
from one used many moons ago)
courtesy AETNA Medicare Advantra
in tandem with superb
ocular optometrist Doctor Paul Halpern,
that would be an unpaid for plug
touting outstanding kickass knowhow
insync with his offbeat good humor
without making a spectacle of himself.
Many insightful revolutionary breakthroughs
linkedin to gamut of intelligent people,
whose exhaustive mental,
physical and spiritual efforts
witnessed visually impaired
(shortsightedness affected wordsmith
since he entered second grade
at Eagleville Elementary School
circa approximately mid nineteen sixties)
and anticipated him being called
mildly derogatory name four eyes,
thus withheld donning glasses
at the expense of lackluster marks
for that half year, cuz parents moved
to 324 Level Road
initially R(oute) D(elivery)
until Donald Neilson
(if memory serves me
more correctly than spelling
of his surname, and "The Idler Wheel
Is Wiser Than the Driver of the Screw
and Whipping Cords Will Serve You
More Than Ropes Will Ever Do" by Fiona Apple),
and yesterday November 12th, 2024
happily, proudly, and zealously wears glasses
to see the webbed wide world crystal clear.
Post cataract surgery,
about couple months
after consultation at Kremer Eye Center
and finally came to figurative juncture
whereat (drum roll please...)
prescription adjusted eyeglasses
now sit squarely on my button nose -
as long as I hold them there with a finger
until cosmetic surgeon affixes a bump
on the bridge of said nose
analogous to the song titled
I can see clearly now the rain is gone
I can see all obstacles in my way
(courtesy Johnny Nash,
who raked in quite a bit of cash)
to drive our 2020 Hyundai Elantra
after dark shadows slink and slither
along the edge of night
encompassing an ever widening berth,
where the outer limits
meld with swathes of the twilight zone.
We were playin’ shows in mid-Tennessee (dodgin’)
Biblical storms like we were sailors at sea
Found a great place to eat in the town called Ville-de-Nash
Where they serve great coffee, fried pickles, and hash
Drinkin’ strong southern coffee to pass the time (I’m)
Swappin’ stories with some friends of mine (when)
I looked up to a big smile talkin’ down to me
“How y’all doin? The refills are free”
Café girl, you really set things ablaze
I was king of my world but in one big haze (now)
I want your sweet smile in every one of my days
Café girl, you really changed my ways
The band went onto Memphis, last show on the road
I stayed in Music City thinkin’ all systems go (but)
After drinkin’ enough coffee to sink a ship
I just couldn't help it and out it slipped
Café girl, you really set things ablaze
“I’m your Rhett dear Scarlett”, she laughed in my face
Wasn't the reaction I’d imagined for days
Café girl, you really changed my ways
After a pause she saw the hurt in my eyes (and)
Said “ok Rhett” to my great surprise (but)
Told me I’d have to work harder than that (sayin)
“Do I look like I need kissin’ badly and that?”
Café girl, you really set things ablaze
Who knew she was in a band in past days
Singin’ the lead till partin’ ways
Café girl, you really changed my ways
Café girl, you really set things ablaze
Let’s hit the road and see how it plays
Café girl, you really set things ablaze
Let’s hit the road and see how it plays
This is a story of a girl and her beau,
Where life would lead, they did not know.
They dated for several years,
There was laughter and some tears.
One day the boy asked the girl to be his wife,
He wanted her forever a part of his life.
Then a year later a baby was born,
On some days their nerves were torn.
This couple persevered
Most of their fears disappeared.
Neither parent was delusional
And their life continued as usual.
They had an announcement one winter’s day
That there would be another baby on the way.
Off to the hospital as the time came
The life they once knew would never be the same.
They had children’s laughter and noise
That comes from having 2 boys.
What once was three, is three no more.
Now say “Hello” to the Nash family of four!
©Kristy De La Keur Scoville
We walk in the desert ... our steps,
move us to unattainable infinity ...
Eternity makes man
a shadow that is here
just passing through.
Time is running
through the times, and the winds
live at will ...
We only imagine, but
we pass as birds
Without knowing who we are,
and where are we going .. !?
Ps suggested song
where will i be?
crosby and nash
PS There's still time for greetings
for the passing of my birthday
today 02/ 16/ 20 ... thank you
WHAT ABOUT WOLFS
shel silverstein: a bit childish, his giving tree my kids remember, though its parts were dismembered as it gave to the bitter end of life.
ogden nash: well, he gives us moo and milk, until the utter end, short and brief. reminds us of the soup’s - wolf.
wendy cope: born in kent in the london broil (ahem…borough) of bexley. things are going clunk and your face has too much gunk, a hoarder with thirty years of junk and especially she doth remind us don’t answer email when you're drunk.
william james collins: a hoot, billy! only child, born in manhattan, dear old dad worked on wall street. a poet laureate’s big recital on two poems about what dogs think (probably) - what about wolfs?
gershon wolf: he’s flower power-ful in his jest. for example - hippies pulled the triggers and out came flowers. though other comedic poets might create a chuckle, gershon always makes us smile.
7/21/2022
When lyrics that you haven't heard
For maybe forty years
Come pouring out from deep inside
There might just be some tears.
For hearing Graham Nash last night,
Nostalgia reigned supreme
And I was back in college
(Like we all were, it did seem).
I mouthed the words to "Bus Stop,"
But when "Our House" came around,
I sang along, as asked to,
With a joy that did abound.
Like filings, we, the audience,
Were drawn into the pull
Of Nash, the band and venue,*
Where the sound was rich and full.
There's magic to be made, for sure,
When past and present meld
And release some secrets we forgot
That we had tightly held.
*Chautauqua Auditorium - Boulder, Colorado
Daniel had an old guitar...
That he could never play
It sat stood in it's stand...
Until he took it out one day
And Daniel never taught himself...
How to play that old guitar
He never thought one day, that he would learn to play...
To be an Rock-N-Roll music star
Daniel never held a note...
He never knew what he could bring
Until one day, when he used his voice...
Man, that dude can sing
And Daniel had an old snare drum...
So he bought himelf a drum set seat
Then he learned how to twirl them sticks around...
Man, he learned how to beat that beat
Daniel was a music man...
Held back for many years
When ever I would watch him play...
He would bring my soul to tears
His deep down voice would lure me in...
When he sung Johnny Cash
And the way he taught himself to harmonize...
Be just like Graham Nash
Daniel bought an old mouth harp...
That he could ill afford
He taught himself how to play harmonica...
He learned how to hold that chord
Then Daniel bought an old tambourine...
And he learned how to rattle it well
When you watched him play all those instruments...
Baby, you can really tell...
That Daniel was a music man...
Held back for many years
And whenever you would watch him play...
He would bring your soul to tears
His deep down voice would lure you in...
When he sung Johnny Cash
And the way he would try to harmonize...
Be just like Graham Nash
*In dedication to my very dear friend Daniel Osborne. (aka DanO)
DanO never made it to stardom, he was 61 years old when he started to play and sing. He got good enough to hold his own in a local band for 2 years before he sadly passed away from cancer. Although he never made it to stardom, he was a shining star in the eyes of his friends and family.
My Best New Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
12-1-2019
Complicity is easy for the Right,
one single flag to which they all adhere –
“someone might steal my loot”. This primal fear
prompts pistols under pillows, sleepless nights
and riot cops. Who needs a Stagyrite?
But Lefties hold their differences dear.
Each Keeper of the Flame is more sincere
than Cash-Is-Trash-ists, Ogden Nash-ists, quite
apart from Crypto-Fascists, Widow’s Mite
Apologists, Red Guards, or those who steer
by Stalin’s light (Stakhanovites). It’s clear:
you’d never have a play without a wright,
and so each faction finds its Miller Lite:
Kropotkin, Castro, Kopp – who’s cool this year?
Dumbfoundedness still prevails three weeks later...
when held spellbound courtesy grifter
Flim-flam man left lasting emotional whiplash
his derelict perfected artifice
to hijack every last cent
smarted me with indelible smash;
living daylight delivered I kidney you not
envious affliction affecting
last named member and founder of the Byrds
with crosby, stills, young and nash
entire corporeal being turned to hash
condemned state yours truly relegated,
cuz cremation unaffordable, though pulverized
and transformed into powdery ash;
Impossible mission to conceptualize
transmutation into cremains, the brain
lodged within me noggin
ill equipped to envision mine gray matter
even after asking mister Google to explain
that cremation takes place
in a specially designed furnace,
referred to as a cremation chamber or retort,
and exposed to extreme temperatures –
up to 1,800 degrees Fahrenheit–
leaving behind only ashes.
Following the procedure,
a cooling period required
before the remains can be handled.
Yours truly can best attest,
when succumbing as victim to virtual heist
I most likely flip flopped
into one percent atavistic Neanderthal state;
a surprising revelation
23andme genotyping results
yielded said presence of proto human
after analyzing DNA
courtesy saliva sample from eldest sister.
No other logical satisfactory explanation doth chime
lapsed consciousness, hence reasonable rhyme
whereat one twenty first century mortal man
virtually travelled in time
cast into nasty, shortish brute
obliging deft inducement
outsourcing valuable dough.
Though aforementioned far-fetched notion
smacks of high skepticism,
yet no more ridiculous than
hominids over bajillion years springing forth
from flotsam and jetsam in the ocean
I may as well broach another theory of creation
(just came to my mind),
that divine omnipotent wizard
sprinkled magic potion
across primordial sea
after watching an advertisement promotion
claiming said product
contained the seeds of life and white lily.
Convinced that snake oil salesman
wrought deleterious influence
triggering a debacle that rocked
the financial market,
(albeit constituting one singular naked ape),
an attorney general based in Philadelphia
believes I presented a convincing case,
which hopefully witnesses
recouping all or most of my funds.
I'm a poet through and through,
Though I cannot explain to you
How it happened or what it was
That led me to it.
I didn't set out to pursue it,
I just, one day, began to do it,
And then ten years blinked by
Almost before I knew it.
The poems I pen are mostly true,
Though now and then I stretch a few.
To imbue lines with more élan
Is why I do it.
The verse to which I lend my name
Won't tend to fortune nor to fame,
But I'll keep scribbling just the same
And never rue it.
My heart and soul are in my style,
If I can make one reader smile,
My efforts will have been worthwhile,
Although I may never know it.
I'm no Shelley, Keats, or Poe,
Or Frost, or Nash, but even so,
I hope in time my rhymes will show
That I'm a poet.