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Winter is over and we're ready for Spring,
for flowers and bees and the birds that sing.
Today, in the garden center, I saw our first nest.
Watching the eggs hatch is Spring at its best.
But Spring on the coast is a fickle little mare.
One minute its warm, the next a bite in the air.
I worked outside all day, freezing off my a**.
Turned on the propane heater and look , out of gas.
The customers all commented, " You look rather cold".
"Yes", was my answer, but if truth be told,
the flowers, the colours, the scents and more
make the garden center the best place to work in the store.
So maybe tomorrow it'll warm up a wee bit
and if the sun peaks through that would be a big hit.
I love the garden center, especially in Spring.
More than the summer with the heat it will bring.
So even though today I'm chilled to the bone,
tomorrow I'll go back and try not to b*tch and moan.
~~~~ 25/03/2019 ~~~~~~
for the " Spring is in the Air " contest
sponsored by Emile Pinet
I went to Uganda
a number of years ago,
to the Gulu District,
way up north.
Near where Joseph Kony
and the LRA had been.
We set up a clinic
in a school
that had been built
on one of the killing fields.
We brought in all our food,
slept in tents,
and cooked over propane.
The sunrises and sunsets were amazing.
We took pictures every morning and every night.
The Ugandans laughed,
“Don’t you have the sun where you come from?”
The field where our tents were pitched caught on fire.
A line burned steadily towards our stuff.
We rushed to move things out of the way.
The Ugandans laughed,
“It will rain this afternoon and put things out.
If not, we will put it out.”
That night the rain came.
The Nile diverted beneath my sleeping bag.
Some of us were a little discouraged.
The Ugandans laughed,
“The sun over here dries our clothes.
Doesn’t it do that where you live?”
They asked us to bring stocking caps.
We thought that was strange, but the women
in our church knitted dozens and dozens of them.
I sent back a picture, "Look! They like them!"
Later I found out they wore them because
malaria gives you hard chills even when it is
90 degrees outside.
We brought Bibles and taught their pastors.
They brought drums and taught us how
dance with abandon during worship.
I think what I learned from the Ugandans
was better than what they learned about me.
There are certain smells, sights,and tastes,
which will always remind me of Grandma.
The yellow of freshly molded butter;
thin, floral china tapping on a white porcelain tabletop;
the frail softness of my own thin skin,
veined now with the tracery of hard work,
Mother’s work, like her hands were.
Rows of gladiolas bright, so bright
in the warm August sun of Maine
lined up like the Crayola crayons;
she always had waiting for me.
The sweet, strong, scent of onions
sizzling in a black cast iron fry pan.
Red-blue, blue-black, venison
popping in her homemade butter.
All memory of the deer,
who gave its all for our meal, past.
The acridly sweet smell of propane gas,
from a kitchen stove,
mixing with the wood smoke and soot
from the living room heater.
Even pennies make me smile,
and remember Grandma.
As I sat on the scrap wool hand-braided rug,
at five, counting the coppers,
she had saved for me!
Books! The joy of a hard cover,
pictures laced with Jesus and Moses.
Tales of God and the little children;
but God was not my world, Grandma was.
The softness of her bosoms, as she held me.
The black mesh netting, that held her silvered-black hair.
How she held my small hand on wood walks.
Lady slippers, acorns, pug noses…
Dandelion yellow, fried dandelions,
hand dropped fat-fried doughnuts,
and the tang of Winesap apple,
Apple vinegar.
Grandmother never leaves me;
I hold her near my heart
To MY bosom, always, where she held me.
Time Wasted Looking at the news nowadays still has me in amazement, oh how fast love and kindness turned into hatred, it's so much easier and helpful to be respectful and courteous to others, I thought this knowledge was basic, but now hard working immigrants are being hauled off to unknown places, it breaks my heart to see the looks on the poor kid's faces, their lives turned upside and families separated, locked up like animals inside of cages, and for what reason? At least give me a basis, but all I get is replies about races and hatred, wow, and the homes these hateful people live in, the immigrants helped build and make it, I guess it's a new era and I have to face it, but it breaks me down and I'm not sure if I'm going to make it, and the constitution is being stripped naked, while half of the elected politicians remain quite and complacent, not wanting to speak out or shame it, but years from now kid's will read historical accounts and ask why we didn't do more to stop or disclaim it, America's popular now, but only for becoming a leading nation in hatred, civil rights violations, and the destruction of the laws that once made it, it's a hard pill to swallow, but everyday I'm forced to face it, our enemies worldwide are enjoying watching us go down in flames like a overloaded ship with propane in it, everyone knows who's the cause but are afraid to put the name with it, the current state of affairs are disheartening and I hate it, the United States of divisional separation and hatred, it just seems counterproductive, like too much time wasted, I'm appalled and ashamed of it
A better place for you and for me
We will discover it today
My friend
Because I want you to
Know that I had kept
The promise that I
Had made to you
And I will be your
Best friend always
No matter what happens tomorrow
I will always be
There for you
So lets go
And find a better place
For you and me
That we can live in harmony
We walked to the end of the road
And there we saw a man
That saw us also
And he had invited us
For the hot air balloon ride
Because that hot air balloon
Belonged to him
The man filled the propane burners
Of the hot air balloon
And waited for the hot air balloon
To warm up
For about 30 minutes
After that he had called us
And we all had climbed inside
The hot air balloon
The hot air balloon started
To lift of the ground
Very slowly
Into the air
And two hours later
The hot air balloon
Ended up in the sky
With all of us inside
We all had looked
At the beautiful view
When we had looked down
From the hot air balloon
30 days later the hot air balloon
Landed safe in Johannesburg
Which is in Africa
And at that moment
My friend had looked at me
And I told her that
We had found what I had called
A better place for you and for me
To live in harmony
I sell propane and propane accessories and my name is Hank Hill.
I took Ladybird to the veterinarian today and I may have to kill.
That vet is scum and he's a creep.
He wants to put Ladybird to sleep.
He wants to put her to sleep because of old age.
I'll kill him if he tries to do it, I am truly enraged.
I love Ladybird and when everything is said and done,
That dog means the world to me, I'd rather lose my son.
He has arrived at my house, he is making a house call.
I won't allow him to kill my dog, I won't allow it at all.
I've jumped on my mower and I mowed over his feet.
He is calling 911 and soon I'll be arrested by the heat.
I'm going to have to make a run for it in my truck.
But the damn thing won't start, I sure am out of luck.
I'm making a break for it and I'm running as fast as my legs will go.
If I steal a car, I wonder if I can make it to Mexico.
I just carjacked a man but his car is a Geo and it won't go fast enough.
The cops could keep up with me on foot and now I'm wearing handcuffs.
Just the thought of putting my dog to sleep has caused me to come unhinged.
If ladybird is euthanized, I'll break out of jail and I'll be coming to get revenge.
Dear commissar wherever you are? There's never been times I've felt so far
That this place is like the deadest star, no orbit or purpose apart from travel
Will it go supernova? which way will it unravel.? Perhaps galactic ice will
Overtake? From the lagoon of despair, in massive lake's to then become a sea
Of doom? Reflecting many itinerant moons; just hurtling round the net in a loop
With a never-ending dismal group, of astrologers; to chart it's demise
Through ever more forbidding astral skies, oh commissar; oh commissar'
Can't you change direction? It's not too far.' Just a million light years away'
Where a Sun is shining, where inspiration can blossom near and far.
Yet maybe there is no commissar? No commissar.. Or book of rules.'
Adhered to by..Well by no doubt gilded fools' surely though there must some be?
In consonants prison, just you mark me' adrift on that silly bubbles sea
Why do they venture? Before anyone interupts ) I'm asking me.!
There's the tide the moon runs, and the tide of emotion for someone.)
Bad tidings ever fleet; at any hour, the tidings of joy bestowing power,
A tide of mice, or'tops the land, by two times thrice no harvest stands
There is also a consumer tide, in which we wallow, and take much pride'
We'd changed for deisel, propane gas now electric, 10 billion cars to scrap effective?
Then there will be even more to make, ever to build' always to be take.'
There's much aversion to any red pill, just pop those blues.' Keep them coming
You can be a wireless object with what's a' humming it's going fast if it hits you'll never know'
What mask to wear on the radio, no matter that your face isn't seen its all about the
Image; yet I'm not that keen' and like why are we all so lost in this smog from such dirty Green.'
A better place for you and for me
We will discover it today
My friend
Because I want you to
Know that I had kept
The promise that I
Had made to you
And I will be your
Best friend always
No matter what happens tomorrow
I will always be
There for you
So lets go
And find a better place
For you and me
That we can live in harmony
We walked to the end of the road
And there we saw a man
That saw us also
And he had invited us
For the hot air balloon ride
Because that hot air balloon
Belonged to him
The man filled the propane burners
Of the hot air balloon
And waited for the hot air balloon
To warm up
For about 30 minutes
After that he had called us
And we all had climbed inside
The hot air balloon
The hot air balloon started
To lift of the ground
Very slowly
Into the air
And two hours later
The hot air balloon
Ended up in the sky
With all of us inside
We all had looked
At the beautiful view
When we had looked down
From the hot air balloon
30 days later the hot air balloon
Landed safe in Johannesburg
Which is in Africa
And at that moment
My friend had looked at me
And I told her that
We had found what I had called
A better place for you and for me
To live in harmony
Our Lovely Dog Snickers
I was directed today,
To a brand new web site.
It’s all about pets,
And some of their plights.
It got me to thinking,
Of a dog we once had.
She was part of the family;
I felt more like her dad.
When I was at work,
One thing I knew sure.
She was waiting for me,
Her heart was so pure.
When she knew it was time
For me to get home.
She’d wait by the door,
With a toy or a bone.
She’d have a smile on her face,
Her tail would be wagging.
Her affection for me
Never seemed lagging.
If I said, so she’d hear,
“I’m taken’ the truck.”
She always got excited;
She hoped she’s in luck.
If I went for a walk,
She was right by the door.
Looking at me,
With her leash on the floor.
Oh she was a shedder,
A hair-growing machine.
Our house always needed
A thorough vacuuming.
When it came time for bed,
She would stand at her cage.
She knew the routine,
was as smart as a sage.
Some time a while back,
I read of two men.
Who were speaking of Heaven,
But of course hadn’t been.
One fellow wondered,
Would they barbecue there?
Will they melt down smores?
Could the steaks be grilled rare?
Will they use charcoal briquettes?
Or does propane heat the air?
Would there be a choice of soft drinks
Or is it just water there?
Will the biscuits be golden?
Would they there use some leaven.
They were so filled with queries,
About life then in heaven.
Well one of the questions
I would ask of those two.
Will my Snickers be there?
On my slippers to chew?
Will Heaven be heaven?
If that really ain’t so.
Is it finally the place
Where I’ll want to go?
Is she still as anxious,
To run in the clouds?
Or are things there so different,
With men in white shrouds?
I’ll not forget how it ended.
Then came the conclusion.
Perfection in heaven
Is no foggy illusion.
For as my dog had her favorites,
Chew toys and a chair.
She’ll be as happy as ever
When her master gets there.
That seems now so clear,
That’s settled for me.
I have hope and joy,
As the end now will be.
If when at the gate,
I don’t my little dog see.
I’ll know I’m in heaven,
For my Master will be.
Written by oldbuck, after an afternoon of
Thinking about his little Snickers
And their possible “future” together.
Wisdom from up above?
No it is down below
Alien’s live down below
In the surface of the earth
Taking the dead
Psychedelic tremors
Weird fantasy
Hammered propane
Circular visuals
I can’t stand and cannot write anymore
The pain is too immense
Feel the fire!
I warn you now
The aliens will come from below
Make their planets from out of space
They are the visionary
Propane
Nitrogen
Sodium
Potassium
Alien contact through an aerial
Their speaking is like absolute confusion
Not music
Not pain
An absolute chemistry fantasy
No-one can understand this lonely dweller
I see the invisible
Brain working at 101%
Increased productivity
Increased power
Increased Intelligence
Aerial contact
Beeps of fantasy
Icega
Cats purr
I fear the final outcome
I feel the pain in my head shrink
Loneliness is just a name
I created loneliness
I am Lord Lonely
Rage
Char rage
Charade
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