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I dropped my stupid little brother
Down an open storm drain near our home
And now he’s gone forever, always
And my life is finally my own!
You say you saw me after crying
By that open storm drain near our home?
But those were tears of pure happiness
As I skipped off blissfully alone.
Heartless you are probably thinking
But you sure as heck don’t know my pain
And the God-sent opportunity
When he followed me off in that rain!
See, I am ten and he is just six
I’m grown and he’s a little baby
If he were more grown, mature like me
Then this might not have happened, maybe.
But every time I went out to play
Of course, he just HAD to tag along
That day I had been to a party
His baby-ish ways were so WRONG!
So when he trailed me home afterwards
Yelling, “Fatty Patty, wait for me”
I saw that the storm drain was opened
And wandered over for a look-see
He couldn’t resist and ran my way
“What is it, Fat Patty?” He wondered.
And seeing his stupid ignorance
My whole inner anger just thundered!
So now I’m in my bed at my home
Waiting for the good news that he’s gone
Practicing my weepy-eyed sad face
So grown-ups can cry and o’er me fawn.
But they’re not coming, that’s so strange
So I peek out into the kitchen
And what I see makes my anger boil
And my left eye, it starts to twitchin’!
There he sits, mummied up in towels
Surrounded by mom, dad, and grown friends
Feeding him cake and cookies and cream
With fawning that likely has no ends!
“If you cannot beat’em, then join’em”
As my mommy just constantly said
So I spend just a sec adjusting
To a now different plan in my head.
I ran from my room hysterical
“Brother, you’re okay” I fairly sobbed
“When I turned around and you were gone
“Well, my lonely sister heart just throbbed.”
“Oh you poor dear,” mom cooed with a hug.
“Here, you need some cake, and hot cocoa?”
“Yes, please.” I REALLY needed it.
I hugged my bro like I was loco!
I dropped my stupid little brother
Down an open storm drain near our home
He is blackmailing me forever
Now my life will never be my own.
February 25, 2019
On My Soapbox Again
Miracle Man
7/28/2023
Most politicians are becoming political snowflakes,
If not in agreement you’re viewed as a traitor.
They cow to lobbyist, while playing patty-cakes,
and queried by the press they become a debater.
Some are offended by the words husband or wife,
so a bill is in congress to force the word spouse.
The word binary can be chosen at start of new life,
but this type of changes, some will never espouse.
We’re doing every sinful thing under the sun,
and I’m thankful that I don’t have much longer.
At eighty-four my life’s race is near being run,
so I pray for sweet Jesus just to make me stronger.
Matthew 24:13
But he that shall endure unto the end, the same shall be saved.
Professor Petal, one of Patrick’s prolific pals,
Professed he had a Pollyanna Predisposition
Properly pronouncing pronouns without perky p’s.
A pithy proclivity, providing pollution to Professor Petal’s pronunciations.
Prissy Professor Patty from Prestigious Prussian Planet Philisophi-university,
Precariously prickled, privately at Professor Petal’s Pronoun-predicament.
Prissy Patty promptly planned a plane trip to Professor Petal’s Pre-existing pub.
Where placidly placed, Professor Petal, prevailed as President of Porous Pool Table Pro.
Privacy prevailed, as Professor Patty, presently at Pub, perceived Professor Petal.
Prissy Patty, partook of Paradise Pop-In-Pink Parboils, as she patty-caked in the pub.
Prissy Patty was soon pretty Patty, and Petal took her home, a primed and perfect professor.
Plenty of preemptive laughs prevailed, as they both wondered what pronoun begins with a P anyway?
Tea pot Patty slurps her ginger tea
Whiskey with opioids mixed within it
A cup of pleasure there for company
Poor bar stool could break in two
With Patty and her tonnage on it
A lit cigar dangles from thick lips
She was born upside down with it
When a doctor slapped
She slapped back
Put him in the hospital for his insolence
A convenience since he was already there
For this emergency with tender loving care
Not foreseen or known beforehand
Or was it a back hand that landed him
In traction instead of out there golfing
She continues drinking assorted teas
Don't mention doctors around fat Patty
It could evoke a joke or something mean
Don't even thing about her portly size
Or zip code being issued in her name
In honor of her state of mind and weight
It could elicit a response or something worse
The evolution of a smile hard at work
Authors Disclaimer: The author wishes to distance himself from the name "Patty" and "zip codes" since he does not know of any persons or entities with those names.
In light of the new religions of socialism and related politics, the author wishes to distance himself even further, say Mars and beyond. He wants to apologize in advance to all snowflakes and their kind who might be offended by such matters as weight or zip code size insults taking place.
. for public domain
All Day Tomorrow
( a cast of characters in song )
Homeless Jo and Jane:
We've got all day tomorrow,
to wait by the New Jersey shore,
to beg for a nickel
'cause we're in a pickle.
No end to us being so poor.
Tonight let us rub off our bruises,
tonight let us sing bright and gay.
We filled up our bellies,
the storefront has telly.
Tomorrow may bring a good day.
Parson at the pulpit:
We've got all day tomorrow,
to dry all the tears we will shed.
Our Blessings are fickle.
'cause we're in a pickle.
We can't count the hairs on our head.
Tonight let us kneel with our Savior,
tonight pass on worries what may.
Hand all of our cares
to Jesus upstairs.
Tomorrow may bring a good day.
Children:
We've got all day tomorrow,
for skinning our knees out at play.
We've no butter brickle.
We haven't a nickel.
We're poor as the kids in Bombay.
Tonight all our bellies will grumble,
tonight, while the folks are away,
we'll run through the halls,
and mark up the walls.
Tomorrow may bring a good day.
And so on, and so forth with Parents, Fire Fighters, EMT's, Police Officers, Imam's, Rabbi's, Old West Gunslingers, Suffragettes, Pig Farmers, Bankers, Bad Guys in dark alleys, Peppermint Patty, Goldilocks and the Three Bears, Odin, Cats, Screen Guild Members, and the Shadowy Neighbor next door who no one wants to meet.
Did my wash on a Friday's noon that was partially fair,
I usually do it on Saturday's morning
revving up the Sunday's happy feeling,
as I folded my clothes, I ignored the presence of Cher...
then I noticed a sock was missing;
where was the time to go on hunting?
Later that evening I had dinner with my gal at Spark's,
but wearing two different socks
didn't feel comfortable, and although
she wouldn't see them...my nervousness did show,
" Why are you sweating? It's cool in here! "
Patty asked me sipping a cold beer.
" Who's that funny lady jiggling your striped sock? "
She splashed her drink on me...no time to duck!
I am an eleven-year-old giant, lying on the floor of my treehouse.
The cottonwood trees have a smell you cannot get anywhere else.
They cherish our time together; I know because I am loved here.
My books are stacked up next to me. I have a pillow. It’s getting dusty.
Lack of excitement about this missive leads my eyes to stray.
I watch an ant crawling across the floor in front of me
I could smash him but I do not. His bold big blackness fascinates me.
He is larger than other ants, and he is carrying a cracker crumb.
I eat crackers and butter up here, not realizing who else benefits.
An angry voice pierces the day; Mrs. Rutherford is yelling at her mate.
He pokes his head out, but does not reply. He is terrified of her.
So many of us are. I duck down, wondering if she has seen me.
Doubtful, she is a focused woman, and Mr. R. is getting her mind.
A tittering giggle floats up. Patty from across the street has a beau.
That weirdo is over there. I shut this book and open another one.
The library lets me take out seven each day.
TWO STRENGTHS (( COLLABORATION ))
by~ Dinda Minardi
Do you still remember how we played around?
Mocking each other over our guys
We were princesses in our parents’ lawn
Bonded by our laughs and cries
When family downtime crawled
We hold each other as we’re the older
Our maturity has been boiled
Ready to serves as a breaker
We are one and stronger
Always love and respect for you, sister
To fight with you, Is all I willingly to do
When you give up, I’ll be your whip
As you ‘re a jolt if spirit’s asleep
by~ Poet Destroyer
I could never forget the way we played around.
Yes! We played patty cake to showoff in front of boys.
We built a white castle than, brother tore it down.
You were never afraid to show how much you care,
Especially when we played tag, and you never played fair.
Now your heart is filled with greater love.
Your like an angel that fell from above.
Your invisible wings protect me in every fall,
When we where small you protected me from nightmares.
I secretly enjoyed the way you pushed me around.
You held your head up high, and never let me down.
Our fights where silly ways of building a better bond.
My stubbornness came from trying to be just like you.
Now "the strength of me",
Comes from "the strength of you."
A collaboration with * Dinda Minardi
my collaboration contest
An album once a year – a cushy job!
They toured to flog the disc. It’s called ‘promotion’.
From Paul McCartney’s Wings to Billy Ocean,
they did their vids to earn a couple of bob.
In those days, Stayin’ Alive was not a prob,
since every Aucklander, each Nova Scotian
aspired (was wired) to do the locomotion.
Though Patty Hearst could steal, she could not rob.
Today it all occurs on Spotify.
No videos are made now. People ‘stream’.
Epocs of plenty pass. The pendulum swings,
and groups who don’t play live are groups who die.
There are no Doobey Brothers, Canned Heat, Cream.
The truth? I’d rather hear the Gypsy Kings.
I was turning ten and learning the tricks
The year was 1956
I remember that my mother cried
The day that Tommy Dorsey died
I still believed in Santa Claus
James Dean was a Rebel without a cause
Green Door was a rockin’ tune
Patty sang about the Allegheny Moon
Russia’s relation with Hungary thinned
Gogi Grant sang The Wayward Wind
Love was a many splendored thing
I still can hear Fats Domino sing
Carl was wearing Blue Suede Shoes
While Guy Mitchell was Singing the Blues
The movie East of Eden was so fine
A young Johnny Cash was walking the line
Robert Young in Father Knows Best
Gunsmoke was about the Old West
The Edge of Night and As the World Turns
I’ll Cry Tomorrow, my heart still burns
Be Bop A Lu La Gene did render
And Elvis crooned Love Me Tender
In Poland the people fought for a goal
We listened to No Not Much and Heart And Soul
The Navy answered Mr. Robert’s Calls
There was the premiere of Guys and Dolls
Black and White TV had Roy, Gene and Tom Mix
What a wonderful year, 1956.