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Tis in the air...
Can you feel it.
The time is near, can you hear it?
Jing-jing jingleling, ting-ting tingleling
The winds are calling, the leaves are falling--
That old man...can you hear him?
He's in every child's eye with sugar plum faeries dancing in their dreams.
It's that time of year again... Are there goosebumps on your skin?
Can you sing those hymns--
For now is the season,
So buck up that chin and break-out that grin
A New Year is almost here,
Think-not what could have been,
The time is to begin-again
Tis in the air...
11/17/'13
Did you seek the all so cool
Did you see the mortal fool
Waited for eternity at the bus stop of life
Old man of destiny, dust became your wife
Watch the woman on the train go by
See the decision in her eyes, she sighs
Running away for the final time
But only as far as destiny’s line
See the tramp as he stumbles down
To the depths of dirt that lays around
Watch his eyes as he hears the sound
You can’t go lower than destiny’s ground
Call the girl who loves so well
Fondle her breasts, the erogenous smell
She will do things you never can tell
But when the woman finds out
Then destiny's hell.
There go the Sundersons, someone said with a laugh
It was Norris, the notoriously crotchety old man giraffe
The triplets, riding their bike, a sight to see said a frog.
The ostrich twins were irritated now, chased by a dog.
They are so identical, I wonder if they share a brain said one.
I was not amused, being a twin, this bullying is not fun.
Maybe you share a brain with their triple bike, I said.
The Sundersons rode by, and one yelled out “Hi Ned!”
So Ned was his name, and now being an enemy was his game.
He glared at me hard, and I did exactly the same.
The Sundersons are hard to tell apart, said Norris, you have to admit.
I did not like hearing this either; I did not like it one bit.
There once was an old man living all alone,
his frail memory often ran away from him
like a lean little rat with a long curved tail
to hide without trace in a small dark hole.
He was immensely fond of travelling around,
any time of the year his home he would leave
with his brown suitcase like him already old,
all his belongings it would carry like a friend.
Eager to attend the birthday of the grandchild
one morning in mild May flooded by sunshine
with a camera and suitcase he started journey
across whispering valley, along singing stream.
He took snaps of smiling flowers, birds in blue,
the pictures that would make the little girl glad.
He collected a bunch of wild flowers on the way,
made a lively bouquet to convey to her his love.
He got tired, sweat ran like rill on cracked land,
in a shade he took a nap under the setting sun.
Waking up he strode away with wind of twilight,
forgetting his things that were all left far behind.
Camera, bouquet, and suitcase spent the night
in the embrace of each other in moonbeam shine.
Coming out of hole his memory brought him back,
he was happy his things huddled together, waited.
February 11, 2019
Contest : A fairy tale for children
Sponsored by : Eve Roper
(Note : The poem is inspired by the second picture posted by
the sponsor. I'd be happy to read the story to my grandchildren.)
I took a long look in the mirror this morning and boy was I surprised…I think the best way to put it would be…I couldn’t believe my eyes.
There was a time my eyes were much bluer…a brighter…vivid shade…
when…I wondered as I stared…did their color begin to fade?
And when did the skin underneath them begin to droop and sag…when did my once youthful face develop old man bags?
At first glance, I admit, I was taken aback…I was shook…so I leaned into the mirror to take a closer look.
Up close I didn’t see the bags or notice their color had lost their sheen…up close all I saw were all the wonders these eyes have seen.
Yes, these eyes may have grown a little older…they may have developed a few scars…but they’ve also seen the colors of a rainbow…sunsets…the ocean…shooting stars.
These eyes have seen love as it’s unfolded in many a shape and size…love both given and received I saw reflected in these eyes.
These eyes have seen me make mistakes…they’ve seen me make amends…they’ve been happy as they’ve witnessed the beginning of life…and sad to see life end.
They’ve seen flowers bloom in Spring…Fall colors and Winter snows…they’ve seen many a baby’s smile…o moonlit night…they’ve seen my family grow.
These eyes have seen the joys of living…they’ve seen its sadness and its fears…they’ve been overcome with laughter…they’ve been filled with tears.
As I leaned back from the mirror…my vision seemed more keen…comforted and energized by all the sights my eyes have seen.
I walked away forgetting how much their color’s faded…or how those bags under Tham came to be…and excited to experience all the sights they’ve yet to see.
Oregon Demon Cat
The demon cat
Lived in Medford Oregon
The demon cat was a big black cat
His eyes were filled with demonic energy
He stared at you
Looking into your very soul
Filled with anger, and hatred
For the entire human race
He seemed at times
To be not from this planet
Perhaps an alien species
Studying the human race
Or perhaps he came
Form hell itself
The demon cat loved to torment visitors
For some reason he hated the man’s daughter
The cat would stare at her from his perch
Down the hall from the old man
Then he would run at her
Screaming like an escaped banshee
Straight out of hell
She told her dad
Either the cat goes
Or I go
He said
See you later
The demon cat smiled
At the small victory
And she left the house
With the demon cat
Screeching good bye
Day One
The bomb when it fell sent the planet to hell
With unrestrained retaliation
The damage was done and the end had begun
With no hope of human salvation
I woke with a scream from that God awful dream
And took my wife into my arms
My thoughts were of lust but she crumbled to dust
And she didn’t respond to my charms
_____
Week Two
The landscape is stark for the ash cloud is dark
And the grass doesn’t grow any more
Few creatures can feast since the fire from the east
Made nothing as good as before
Then came acid rain, that again and again
Burned our skin til it was raw
But if there’s an upside, we now can go outside
The rain doesn’t burn anymore
_____
Year Three
The sidewalks I walked, where good neighbours talked
Are tangled with undergrowth, new
Those neighbours are gone but the heat lingers on
In an atmosphere no longer blue
The place that we once called ‘The city’
Is now thick with ferns, shrubs and trees
As I made a sound, a deer stood its ground
For nowadays no beast ever flees
From what I can see, he eats better than me
My nutrition comes out of a can
This jungle now covers this land, sea to sea
And nothing is scared of a man
_____
Year Ten
Surviving the blast gave the old man a laugh
Until the the Big C hit his bones
His loss has cut Earth’s population in half
I buried him with the unknowns
So now I’m the one to relate what was done
And document how man survived
An earnest presumption that soon came unspun
Ash shadows cannot be revived
_____
Year Twenty
Who might have guessed that the jabs in my chest
Would go unattended by drugs
My diet, I guess, would never impress
As I eat mostly baked beans and bugs
_____
Year — who’s counting?
So, this has been me; last man standing
My journey and journal now done
I leave this world to its rebranding
A process that’s long since begun
It seems I’ve been less than observant
For with these last breaths I have seen
That I, the last human, shall bid my farewell
To a new world that’s vibrant and green
Lazy boy chair and an Old Man
Storytelling for sure
Not a fairytale, but wisdom from the shoulder through experience
As the old man started to narrate, it came to mine of his war years
Devastation and Destruction confronted faced the battles head on
World War 1 to be exact
I was drafted into war to do battle
Not a choose I wanted, but one I had to face
He was fighting on unforbidden soil
The enemy was carefully observing us
As they say, “War was Hell”
It was beyond measure with no pleasure
Soldiers were dropping like flies on both sides
I received one would in my arm, had to maneuver through the ordeal
Ammunition had to be ready to strike at any given moment
Bombs upon bombs were dripping
Ceasefire was no option
You had to be courageous throughout no matter what
I witnessed babies dying in Soldiers arms
It’s not a sight to see when you are a Soldier
I remember spoken words of command
Yet my thought of war back then in my Lazy Boy chair in my moment to reflect back to those days
Death could have been imminent for me
Now I see as a blessing and a lesson for survival
I am still here at 90 years old to share with young people in general, and my grands and greats
What a life back then
No one knew the pain and agony a Solider goes through for battling for freedom
One never knows unless one experiences of what could have been in finale of life
Sleep on my little one’s
Your life will be better as promised
Take it from an Old Man
Wisdom at large.
Old man on his front porch a'smoking his fattie
Debunking the myth of that old school for daddies
Kids from the corner they walk by and laugh
Man, they ain't got a clue, they don't even know half
The dreams that he dreamed, the things that he's seen
Of Heaven and Earth and things in between
All the King's horses and all the King's men
Can't bring back one moment that's already been
In the park there a mother doing her mama things
She's got one in the stroller and two on the swings
She recalls a summer and a boy way back when
And just for a moment she is sixteen again
The dreams that she dreamed, things that she's seen
Of Heaven and Earth and things in between
All the King's horses and all the King's men
Can't bring back one moment that's already been
Go pick you a flower, go pick a guitar
Go right you a wrong, go shoot for the stars
Go make you some hay while the sun is still shining
If you still have breath then you still have some time
I walk with my dog down the L & N tracks
Past the New Church of Jesus by the old Pack A Sack
I love early mornings all shiny and new
Got me humming along as I work out a tune
Oh, dreams that I dream, the things that I've seen
Of Heaven and Earth and things in between
All the King's horses and all the King's men
Can't bring back one moment that's already been
Can't bring back one moment that's already been
slits in the blinds
of a guestroom
leaking morning through
skinny orange white cat
follows an old man in his underwear
down the hall to the bathroom
and back to his bed
she meows, stands on his chest
rubs her nose on his head
purrs
licks his whiskers
--part of the hospitality package
echoes down the hall
cries
his almost two year old granddaughter
not letting her mommy sleep
so excited last night to see her grandpa
ran straight into his arms giggling
rattles down the hall
his soon to be son in law
in Kevlar and other prison gear
(garage door opens and closes)
puts "bob" at the end of his daughter's dad's name
thinks he's cute
kid knows whiskey, barbecue, and football
they get along just fine
buying a turkey for his ex today
might help her cook it too
just like last year
get to see his two little dogs
who will bark and whine and jump all over the place
the divorce made their two humans
pretty good friends
but he misses them
he'll stay all week
be sad to leave
little angel peeks into his bedroom
enters the doorway
she giggles
it isn't going to be a happy Thanksgiving
it already is