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Written April 14, 2017
It's easy to fall in love
Even easier to break apart
I've been trying for six long years
To mend this broken heart
You used to talk to me so sweet
My biggest fan in the bleacher seats
From the rose bush to the baseball bat
Why'd you have to go and be like that
Why don't you just be like John Wayne
Why'd you go and have to die
Why don't you just be like John Wayne
Even he cried sometimes
Life never looked so bleak
Than the day you left me
It's easy to forgive sometimes
But this ain't one of those times
Sticks and stones may break my bones
Glass houses are all I've known
From the salt shaker to the baseball bat
Why'd you have to go and be like that
Why don't you just be like John Wayne
Why'd you go and have to die
Why don't you just be like John Wayne
Even he cried sometimes
Kitty Fluffy and her Thanksgiving plate
Invited us to dine, yelling “Don’t be late!”
Kitty was welcoming, her plate was absurd.
We are having a twenty pound turkey, a hideous bird!
That plate is annoying said my cousin Tom.
But funny, I added, what planet do you live on?
My first talking plate, he said. I find it crass.
Take a valium said I. It will polish your brass.
Kitty Fluffy served the best eats on Thanksgivings Day.
We ate until we were stuffed silly, in a marvelous way.
She served salmon, spinach, squash, spiced pumpkin bread too.
We had cleaned that plate sixteen times before we were through.
The plate was grateful; I guess each lick gets him off.
He said we’ll all be napping in a bit; and Tom gave out a scoff.
Kitty Fluffy’s glorious green eyes rolled back in her head.
For a couple of seconds I thought that meowing fat cat was dead.
Not dead, just comatose, said a wee voice from the salt shaker.
I leaned my ear down there, as Tom became a grabbing salt taker.
A talking salt shaker! He hissed in my left ear.
I think this is amazing, clever, unique, and quite dear.
I knew he was a kleptomaniac and wished I had not brought him to Kitty’s.
He was a bit inebriated too, and sang a weird song about women’s titties.
Kitty Fluffy awakened and accused us both of being wicked and bad.
I gave her salt shaker back, but toward Tom I was now really mad.
At my desk
I pause to the minute at 11:30 am
August 22nd
30 years later
To remember who we were
When we wedded
Back then
Bought what we could afford
But with a colorful splash of class
Maybe
Borrowed only what was enough
A morning ceremony
The seamless lucky sky
River picked at by a Blue Heron
Rose garden of dynamite
Fuse of bees
All free
Flower dresses
A gathering of 50
Sitting on rows of folding white chairs
Snapping at our guest’s with their angelic jaws
I left my groomsmen at the alter
To replace my bride’s no-show dad
Retrieved her for myself
She shook like a salt shaker with a smile
Walking down the aisle
Sprinkling our life for extra taste
My stoned middle aged good hearted cousin
An alleged photographer
Loved the grand attention he got
Barking orders
At the quick ceremony afterglow
That served as the “party”
The Minister we’d only met once before
Said with a gin and tonic in hand
“Got four more to go today.”
Grin
I thank him for that prophecy
We created four beautiful children
And I can see so clearly to this very day
His words and beaming buzzing face
More than any drippy saying or advice
He or we could have ever made up
And forgotten
30 years later.
What a catastrophic place
There's no up or down in this space
To see it is a multitude of discombobulated grace
There are papers piled high upon my desk
The only thing others see is a god-awful mess
No organized way to tell anyone else I guess
But I know where everything is
Last month's bills and this week's word quiz
By golly I think I'm a real organizational whiz
There are ten stacks of folders with stuff coming out
There are books to read, a salt shaker, my cat's old collar no doubt
Yesterday's pizza still standing proud on top of magazines from a local boy scout
This is my true countenance I know
A freelance genius always willing to show
The importance of going the extra mile just to keep things all in a row
November 22, 2019
Strand Choice Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Experienced a third bigger earthquake recently but this poem I wrote for a smaller earthquake years ago)
My first trivial tremor experience had been in Southern Africa
And now this puny earthquake I felt in Tanzania.
I saw every thing waltz to and fro and lightly shake
Bottles turned ballerinas dancing slightly to the quake
I watched glass decors on the walls quiver and jolt
Scaredy me was half asleep, no wonder didn't bolt
I thought I was dreaming or imagining things
My bed and chairs converted into gentle swings.
All vials and vases
jiggled to dance a jig
The lil horrors over
So I cast humor's wig
Ah when began rattling, the knick knacks on my dresser
Was when it dawned upon me in horror
That this was really an early dawn tremor.
I phoned some friends but those early risers
Hadn't even noticed or felt those tremors
I bet they thought I was spreading false rumours
After all poets are stereotyped as fanciful philosophers.
My cell phone keypad became my panic button in a flurry
Of course I wanted all to be alerted, alarmed in worry
Nobody believed me until it was announced in our mosque
And every body was then called by muezzin to pray the signs prayers
Then every body knew the tremor was no hoax
Some patted me for being the first to notice this shaking of earthly layers
Of course I thanked God this was no major earthquake
I've heard in other places how terribly the earth can crack and shake
Who else but God could I owe my heartfelt gratitude
For this being my 2nd low power tremor in magnitude
As it measured low on the Richter scale
based on the seismic waves' amplitude
But the earth was shaken and I too was shaken
No pics of the shivering axis were taken
Todate runs down my spine such a shiver
On recalling how the mother earth did quiver
I have seen videos of earthquakes where the earth juggles things
like a salt shaker
May God protect us from such a waker and breaker
join the club mumbling at him now staring still elegant deer like mammal in a corner he or she lacks horns lengthy legs too he or she staring into the far distant past at a great age at all he or she’s most prized ancient objects he or she starts fast putting on weight I turn away wobbling too much for me hate it giddy a bit especially the slapping one small ants herds he or she across the room to the back I think she or he will be slaughtered hamburger patties galore gulp giddy gone a water-repellent hip length jacket with hood lying on the seat other side of my table hadn’t noticed was practising neck cranes when I saw it doesn’t deserve at all to think of excuses to not be worn in the rain! annoyed with it looks like its owner has decided to not give it one more chance! wish its owner sent it to unnamed big town rumours like boils won’t ever find its way back here! salt shaker two mobile feelers on its noggin nibbling on lobster particular other creatures suddenly so sad so left out throw myself sideways onto the floor like a sidewinder out of the coffee shop
by a battery deposit box nosey rude arrogant big hipped loser teacher always red cheeks trying to improve some of her nice obedient never-say-what-they-think-&-feel students calling them stupid stupid stupid they’re waiting patiently for her big change oh please share something nice about yourself before it’s too late!
across the floor railing wait patiently those horrible feelings often bathe in go after awhile on floor a positive electrode in an electrolytic valve both coated with oil as a symbol of consecration I vent about carrying unappreciated anguish the levels the price everyone pays feelings countless to not be considered invalid I feel they’re both responsible so I will answer to them they at the same time to help me reply respond to feel better relieve it all offer to smear me with a shielding oxide film by electrolysis no kindly I’m chuffed by the thought they nod okay I don’t mention I’m sure think know nothing is capable of relieving my anguish they nod okay the two start talking about the expanse around the South Pole I ask them how many paper sheets wander there? and they look at me like I don’t actually know Thousands they go Oh I go
I learned to smile with grit in my teeth,
as I watched the waves, come in, and go out.
They made a hollow in the sand,
left behind when the tide rushed out.
For whom is this hole?
I dip in the hole to swim, treading water,
kicking just enough, to keep
my nose and head,
just above the water, breathing.
To whom does this head belong?
I walk in the footprints left in the sand
by someone walking at dawn,
avoiding the long steps made
by a jogger running on their toes.
By whom were these prints made?
I call out to the gulls and terns
that pass by, calling their cries out to me.
They look back puzzled, that anyone
could be so rude, to imitate them.
To whom were these calls made?
The wind is strong and so instant,
It blows sand and spray in my face.
It mats my hair, stings my eyes,
and coats my whole body with salt.
From whom does this salt-shaker belong?
I throw a ball into the surf for a dog,
that came up with ball in its mouth.
It crashed valiantly through the waves,
returning half choked with sand grit stuck
between its teeth, and tongue lagging to one side.
For whom did I throw this ball?
There was a time when words were derived,
not slovenly crafted with prefixes.
When drain meant to let the water out.
When cast from window, meant to throw it out.
That was before the arrival of de- words
De-water means to drain, why not just drain the water out?
Defenestration is de- French for, throwing someone or something from a window
Deforestation is chopping down the trees
Decoupling is divorce, or detachment of carriage from engine.
Demystify is to remove the spook.
Departmentalise is to open the gates on open day to the silos.
Depolarise is inclusion .
Depigmentation is to bleach or whiten.
Desensitise is to get over, your touchy self.
Desalinate is to go easy on the salt-shaker.
Detoxify is to flush and cleanse.
Desertification is to water the parched fields.
Dehumanise is the demise of individuality.
Demise is goodbyes.
Come On,
Let's End the De-s
De-End