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We walked and talked for hours as we sat on the golden sands
A fine yellow grain so soft, found on Benbecula's open lands
We are so fortunate on this day no swell from the Atlantic shows
The morning sun into the afternoon warms in smiling loving glow
The salty air attracts our taste, as if to say it's there
In splendid scenery surround we absorb and politely stare
We marvel at the breakers as they land with a soft applause
Taking in this day so calm, knowing nature can change with cause
Our afternoon now wanes as we head back along the coast
Looking forward to the evening ceilidh, and to this Dark Island we will toast
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“I’m sorry, sir, but our bathrooms are only for our patrons.”
“Well, I patronize this restaurant all of the time, I am just not eating here today.
And, I really need to use the bathroom, so, if you could please, get out of my way.”
(Funny how I talk in rhymes even when I don’t intend to.)
Not only did he not move, but another employee joined his side for reinforcement.
“Look, fellows, it’s up to you; I am just out on a walk and my stomach suddenly feels upset and I am quickly reaching the point of no return. Either you can let your silly rule slide this one time and get out of my way, or, you can stand by your silly rule and ruin the lunch of the patrons that are here today. But you better decide fast, because I am not going to last.”
“Sorry, sir, rules are rules.”
Now I and, my guess would be, about twenty-five other people, no longer frequent that establishment.
Even though I was now covered in – well, you know – I agreed to stay while the police were on their way; after all, my emergency was now over and all I needed was to get home and take a shower.
The police officer was very sympathetic and understanding.
“There is nothing I can really do here. Next time, I suggest you let him use your bathroom.”
“Aren’t you going to even make him clean up this mess?!”
“No, I think you earned the right to do that yourself. This man is sick and needs to go home and take care of himself. A little compassion for his situation on your part could have avoided this whole mess.”
I politely declined her invitation to drive me home – I didn’t want to mess up her patrol car – and walked the remaining two miles home in soiled pants, but with some sense of dignity in my stride.
Maybe, sometimes, rules shouldn’t be rules. Or, at least, enforced with some sort of common sense.
She sewed all day and she sewed all night then gave her daughter a red cape, some bread and a brave warning, "Grandma needs you so remember, don't dilly dally in the forest Ruby. Wolves are sniffers they can spot you from far away. Ruby knew the dangers of the forest so she ran to her bedroom and retrieved a magic sword and 5 gold tines, hidden in her sock drawer.
Dilly dally not
you are just a tot
now trot, trot, trot
Out from the bush came a rambling half crazy wolf with fangs of ivory and eyes of scream. Ruby let out a war cry and when the wolf stopped shivering she politely asked, "Would you like to join me wolf. I'm going to see my granny and bring her a loaf of bread." The wolf befuddled looked at the tiny creature, holding 5 gold teeth in her hands and a huge sword. "Zippity doo dah Zippity day," sang the sword as it glimmered in the morning sun.
it's a beautiful day
best be on your way
what have you to say ?
I will give you gold fangs Wolfie, if you come away. The sword gave a gurgling laugh then said, " Good luck getting him out of the forest." Ruby lifted her magic sword and suddenly the wolf was the size of a small dog. "Come lets go, granny needs her crust of bread and we got to get there before she's dead."
for he's a jolly good fellow
for he's a jolly good fellow
never mush nor mellow
Together they went like two brave soldiers until they got to the bridge. When a big bear growled at them they didn't cow. "No worries!"
she said. Raising her sword once again, she turned the bear into a hen. By the time they got to grannies everything was easy-peasy as pie and granny decided that she wasn't going to die. So they sat at a round table and at fish fry singing Kumbaya My Lord, loud, clear and high.
The End.
Shipwrecked
He was Japanese, smiled politely
and took his shoes off
I smiled also, it was the right thing
for us to do, shipwrecked sat
in a rubber raft of the type leaving
Tripoli
Libya, where we murdered Gaddafi
and made a mess in the smaller
states he helped
All this because Tony Blair and the
loathsome French president bored
money from Gaddafi but didn't
want to pay it back
We had harpooned a whale with
a pen knife and a cycle pump
but we didn't have soy sauce and
let the beast go
A blue balloon in a sea of calmness
The setting sun teased us, throwing
gold coins into liquid jade.
At dawn, the Japanese gave me his teeth
and swam towards the rising sun
I gave the teeth to an elderly shark
that, in gratitude, piloted me to Mandalay
where i met another loser selling
pink oversized bra, suitable as tents
for the bombed-out people of Gaza
green plastic buckets and Nottingham
scarf,
The Japanese sent me a postcard offered
me, a Toyota at half-price
Racial harmony is about
common respect
let me take thee dear reader rabbit alas and alack
on an imaginary carpet ride whisk king ye dis family back
rheumy eyes started to water from nostalgic clack
until reverse time warp registered
late 19600's, without one kink
smooth all the way akin
to a flawless artful lettered link
no harm to any animals,
though a near head on collision with a mink
crossing the bridge o'er Tarabithia one gruff troll
nearly upended our smooth sailing thru ether with a roll
over maneuver that near went awry,
but for the amazing grace of dog a poll
lease trained pooch,
who cuz born on Christmas christened Noel
accompanied with lady and the tramp
no major plans did we need to revamp
and upon arrival at destination
received good house keeping stamp
of approval to begin playing an all time favorite
pass time (with rules adapted as needed) to hit
a high score, when at some impromptu moment lit
an unseen spark, then after determining
who would go first, (while whirling in a small orbit)
now both of us far to involved to quit
we applied “rock”, “paper”, and “scissors”
and commenced our aim
which entailed (either me or shari)
to choose other than our own class picture to claim
for the other sibling to identify the correct name
though thru countless repetitions, the novelty did not get bland
a minor bit of concentration each of us did politely demand
of student (or teacher), whatever kid our index finder did land
number of iterations continued, how many...oh brother,
sans gesticulating rigmarole without asking mother
father, nor eldest sister, 'til eventually every girl and boy
(from respective grade including the other)
accurately identified, than back to the future we went
after what seemed like an eternity spent
revisiting nostalgic day of yesteryear,
when upon arrival to the heron now birds-eye view
our bodies morphed aging at warp speed
thomas sister this yawping crotchety old fogey gent.
I joined a Scarsdale club for a walk
An old woman caught my eye, she began to talk
She told me she had been a beauty, so many years ago
I nodded politely—truth is, I wouldn’t know.
We walked by the Bronx River, where footbridges cross
She kept up the conversation, didn't matter what she'd lost
We parted with a handshake, a one-time friend.
A nice day in Westchester, but all days have to end.
Years later I rented a condo by a lake.
Talked to an old lady, polite for age's sake
She said she had been a beauty, in Italy, 1948
I was incredulous at what the years could take.
(chorus)
Yesterday's beauty
Tomorrow all gone
Let's flaunt it while we have it
Like a fifties hit song.
Load it on to YouTube
An oldie fan may see.
Yesterday’s beauty
A wistful memory.
I'd been handsome too, maybe that's why we struck that chord
But age's river carried me to the waterfall that roared
I was indignant that it wasn't just age that took it away.
Maybe an illusion, but isn't all beauty that way?
Ultimately what's inside is more important than what's out
You can waste a life, until it becomes a rout
So I smile at strangers, let the small talk start
Try to keep the good stuff living in my heart.
Bessie had many children
Twelve to be exact
All grown up and gone now
Leaving only Bessie, husband Bert and Bella the cat
With childbirth and ageing
Bessie’s breasticles had paid the price
Gravity had taken its toll
Her breasticles now touched the ground ….that not being terribly nice!
Bra’s no longer held them in
They just fell out and dropped to the floor
Bessie was fed up and helpless
She couldn’t take it anymore
The problem was her breasticles were constantly on the ground
So going out was such a troublesome task
“You are standing on my breasticles “ she would tell people
“ Can you please get off them ” she would politely ask
One very busy day Bessie was at the end of her tether
She was flustered, frustrated and so very hot
She grabbed and heaved up her breasticles
And tied them in a double knot!
Filled with despair and gloom was old pumpkin head.
His best friend had disappeared - both Charlie and Ned.
Where do you think they went? I asked him politely.
I guess they are angry with me, he said, and rightly.
I was not so nice, called them names and such.
I made fun of Charlie’s culture, you know he is Dutch.
I poked Ned in the chest a few times, real mean.
I guess Pumpkin Head learned a lesson on Halloween.
If you are not nice to people and push them away.
They might not be your friend the very next day.
Moral of this tale, be kind with every action and word.
Unless you want to live life alone, souring like curd.
It feels like screaming underwater. Like I opened my chest, and handed you my lungs. You told me they weren't real. Like I am sitting in a room with the windows shut. Everyone smiling, nodding, laughing, while I am on fire, but nobody smells the smoke. I say what I think, and it echoes back distorted. It is like I spoke in a language that no one bothered to learn. I tried to explain. Sometimes they smile politely like I am a todler holding a broken stick and calling it art. Like I am being dramatic. Like I just need to calm down. It is not about being loud. It is not about being right. It is about being seen. It is about knowing that someone, just one person, gets it. When no one agrees, it is not just disagreement. It is isolation. It is them building a fence between us. Pretending I am choosing to stand on the other side. I did not choose this. I am just here. Holding my truth in both hands like it is fragile, and ugly, and honest. Watching everyone pretend it does not matter.
I broke my ankle badly yesterday in a fall.
I had no intention of going back to work at all.
A friend offered her holiday house for me stay.
I accepted immediately as I needed to get away.
I arrived to a little cabin all cozy and neat.
On the mat ‘Welcome, Please, wipe your feet.’
Inside it was furnished in old world style.
Looked like no one had been there for a while.
Limping, I dragged all my luggage inside,
And went round opening all the curtains wide.
Outside was silent and still, not hearing a peep.
I could see it would be easy to get some sleep.
I started a fire and then fixed a quick snack.
My foot on a stool and I reclined right back.
Through the window I peaked, a man was there.
At first all I could do was stand and stare.
He knocked hard so I opened the door
He politely asked, “What are you here for?”
“I live here, well no, my friend owns this place.”
“Ahh, you know my sister? Is that the case?
Did she tell you that her brother, part-owner,
Chooses to stay here and be quite a loner?”
I replied “There is only one bed, you cannot stay.”
“You are harsh, I have come quite a long way.”
“Well I guess I cant kick a part owner out.
Sleep on the sofa and only quietly move about.”
“You know you are lucky that I am here.
It’s on the radio about an escaped convict to fear.
Being a strong man I will protect you from harm.
So you can stay relaxed and feel very calm.”
“Well that is fine but I don’t yet know your name.”
“Hasn’t my sister mentioned my name? That’s a shame.
My name is Jackson, but I prefer Jack, How do you do?”
“I am Geraldine, but Gerry if its all the same to you,
Here are blankets and pillows, Anything you need?
I am off to bed, I seem to be very tired indeed.”
I went to bed, my friend called my cell phone.
She said “How’s my friend who is accident-prone?
Did you find everything, is there anything you lack?’
“Well, I found your brother” “I don’t have a brother” she answered back.