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my first one spent in my birthday suit
warmed by a receiving blanket
after my tunnel chute
in my youth, gifts i remember —
small camera, parcheesi, Donny Osmond
album
i’d get to invite over
a special friend
for the night
i’ve had three surprise parties —
in Hawaii - friend dropped off early
so everyone had to come to the door
“Surprise!”
My Aunt & Uncle smack in the middle
i’d talk eventually!
strawberry daiquiris and cake
at forty, thought i was braver,
handled the screams...
but my collegiate son
called me on the phone,
“i want to come home.”
“Why? When.”
He yells from downstairs,
“How ‘bout now.”
i cried a river on his shoulder.
you see..we had gotten a call
the previous week that he was run over
by a truck...turned out to be only his toe,
thank the Lord, for that!
at fifty, it’s no secret what they’re going to do
but this year i know the date and the battle
my mom’s going through - she may not be coming
i guess it depends on what happens Friday
God, so far, has blessed me with sixty birthdays
and two parents who have lived this long
to tell me my stories and i carry theirs
as far as i can,
a candle in hand
my wish
for my family’s health and happiness
and yours too!
10/7/2020
Cossack Cowboys
Riding Llamas
That they dress
In pink pajamas
Teeny boppers
Blowing bubbles
Biker chicks
Causing trouble
Nuns in Habits
Punks in chains
One or two
Of the deranged
Rubbing Buddha belly
Cravers
And the band
Harvey Danger
David Bowie
Elton John
Both of them
With Spacesuits on
Vegetarians
Eating chicken
Love it fried
Finger licking
In a line to
Meet and greet Obama
Now I wish
I'd brought my Mama
On the T.V.
Slicing, Dicing
Infomercials
Are enlightening
Lindsey Lohan
There's more trouble
Send the Police
On the double
Michael Jackson
With his monkey
Chandelier
Swinging junkies
Bottle Rocket
Ridding crickets
Dolly Parton
Doing dishes
Tubs of Crisco
Set for wrestling
Bee Gees do be
Disco dancing
With Bruce Jenner
Wearing makeup
Dolly's kitchen
Filled with soap suds
Rubber band
Bumper babies
Call me odd
Don't call me crazy
Shooting stars
Carry Uzis
Washed up stars
Drink beer in Koozies
Donnie Osmond
Singing show tunes
As Marie blows
Animal balloons
Circus Barkers
And their Minions
Waylon left us
Shooter Jennings
Heidi Klum
Without makeup
To say the least
She looks a bit rough
American flags
As rainbow banners
Peal, scratch, and sniff
Talking bananas
Hookha smoking
Manatees
Oh yea...
and then there's me
These are just a few of the things that lean
On the lamp post of my dreams
Quote: “To fathom hell, or soar angelic, just take a pinch of psychedelic” -- H. Osmond
In the realm of metaphors, where words take flight,
A kaleidoscope of colors, a psychedelic delight.
Like whispers of dreams, they dance and sway,
Unveiling the depths of emotions in their own unique way.
In groovy swirls, the hippie spirit flies,
Beneath the neon moon and starlit skies.
With tie-dyed shirts and flowers in our hair,
We journey through a world beyond compare.
Our culture pulses with a rhythm rare,
A tapestry of love, beyond compare.
Each stroke of brush, a message to impart,
A fusion of the soul and of the heart.
Metaphors, like magic, paint pictures in the mind,
Creating illusions, where truths and fantasies entwined.
They bridge the gap between the known and unknown,
Inviting us to explore a world uniquely our own.
A metaphor is a key that unlocks hidden doors,
Revealing truths that lie beneath the surface, forevermore.
It's a mirror that reflects the soul's deepest desires,
Igniting passions and setting hearts on fire.
Like a gentle breeze that caresses our skin,
Metaphors embrace us, inviting us to dive in.
They whisper secrets, only the heart can understand,
Guiding us through the maze of life, hand in hand.
With you
With you feels like walking on air
It’s that feeling like I could skydive
And who! Else could ever compare
No one makes me feel so alive
With you, is this feeling of elevation
And something I’ve never before felt
And more true, this strong sensation
As I am now left totally blessed out
With you is where I now want to be
And no matter the time or space
If blue I’m filled with total ecstasy
You’re now making my heart race
With you, makes me feel good inside
Happiness has never tasted so sweet
Whenever us two are side by side
I could not feel more so complete
This sum up I think perfectly how you make me feel
Whenever I’m around you, I know this one I gave you before
This version however slightly updated
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Part one of two I hope this speaks volumes
Could I say any more? love always David
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Written by David Scott January (2014)
Dedicated to dawn Elena Louise Osmond
WHERE WERE YOU IN THE SEVENTIES
i was between a tween and adult, in the house of the hudson valley,
and music was my main man,
i would hear whispered in my ear
me and mrs. jones...we got a thing goin’ on
and i would rock to sleep
don’t rock the boat...don’t knock the boat over
dress in a low cut purple dress, and look for mr. goodbar
or what i meant to say mr. travolta
in the dizzying display of disco, having a ball.
really i was just a shy nerd in a dress
you say i was a dancing queen...only seventeen...oh yeah
and i did have saturday night fever
and with the death of several classmates, not in shootings, but illness
and the usual car accidents...radio groans all we are is dust in the wind
after heartbreak of loss via death and puppy love
i did not sign the loan to return to college, went on to,
as i used to say “swab the seven corners of the room”
as the village people and my dad directed me to
in the navy...you will sail the seven seas...in the navy…
you will put your life at ease...bootcamp saw the end of 1979
2/27/2018
Line Gauthier’s Poetry Contest
*Lyrics may be slightly changed
Me and Mrs. Jones by Billy Paul
Rock The Boat by The Hues Corporation
Movie: Looking For Mr. Goodbar
Dancing Queen by Abba
Movie: Saturday Night Fever
Dust in the Wind by Kansas
Puppy Love by Donny Osmond (still swooning over
this song from the sixties)
In The Navy by Village People