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Sidney sloth was so very very shy
He’d hide in the treetops way up high
Hanging upside down so no one could see
He’d painted his toes red like a ripe cherry
Sidney hid in the tree so silently
High in the branches where no one could see
But soon Sidney discovered a major snag
Ripe cherries were being picked and put in a bag
The cherry picker pulled at one of Sidney’s toes
Sidney was no longer in a state of sweet repose!
Wanting to maintain his privacy
Sidney climbed to the top of the tree
Soon autumn came and the leaves she did thieve
Forcing poor Sidney to hurriedly leave
Sidney sought sanctuary in a local zoo
Now he can’t be seen by me or you!
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1. To Fly
My father was an admiral, and so
I joined the Navy. Back in fifty-eight
to be a pilot seemed the way to go:
ship-sailors were committed to a crate.
Scrub decks? Paint rusting gunwales? That’s a ‘no’.
The Skyhawk was my weapon (and my fate!)
2. Rubicon Crossing
Some nations follow rainbows, I am told:
we thought, in Vietnam, ‘search and destroy’
would lead us to our fabled pot of gold.
For years we tried it, but it brought no joy:
we lost our nerve, and switched to ‘clear and hold’.
Saigon endured the selfsame end as Troy.
3. Brainwash
The Hanoi Hilton. Yes, I was a guest.
They found my father was a VIP,
and left off hurting me. Impressed,
they wanted to restore my liberty.
But if I left my buddies, I’d detest
myself. I turned them down. That’s decency!
4. Frozen Side of the Sun
Should politicians simply sing the song?
A woman voter told me, in the hall,
Obama was a Muslim. I said, “Wrong!”
I guess I lost her vote. I made the call
I knew was the correct one. I was strong.
Thus conscience doth make cowards of us all.
How unlucky can a man get?
There was a man, an ocean sailor,
in Argentina, he met a woman who he married.
During a storm, she was washed overboard, and
he couldn’t find her. Undaunted he continued
sailing around the world, met another woman
(from Sidney) and married her.
In the strait Moluccas, they were ambushed, the pirates shot his wife.
Well, life goes on and when he finally came
to Oslo, the press was not there to extoll his considerable feat.
The thinking was losing one wife an accident
but losing two was considered irresponsible.
At the sailors club, he was welcomed with polite
coldness, he knew why rumours were floating about.
Disappointed he sold his boat
bought a flat on a high rise, the seventh floor.
this had a terrace with a low railing.
No, she didn`t have an accident if you think of it,
but she did commit suicide.
I don`t think he ever married again
But he wrote a book about his many years
At sea and tried to explain his misfortunes,
The book sold well since he used an alias.
I love playing table tennis, Glen and I arranged a match,
We decided to get some balls, so he ordered a batch.
I open a box and in it, one ball was a funny smoky blue,
All the others were white, oh; I forgot to tell you, this story is true.
The ball was heavier than the others so I thought open it and have a look,
I rested it on my mothers “don’t touch or your ass is grass” recipe book.
Under a shady tree I gave the ball a whack and it did break
The ground under our feet shook like as if it were an earth quake
Glen ( my imaginary friend) said “this must be a magical ball,”
“What have you done Sidney Hall?”
I ran in the house after that experience to changed my pants
Came back shaking to take a glance
There in the ball,
In the ball,
What looked like a small house, a beautiful garden and in the corner something under a tree,
So I took my magnifying glass and peered in, under the tree, it’s……….me.
The hair raised on the back of my neck,
I slowly looked up to check.
Lucky I had brown trousers, my knees shook at the bends,
For looking down at me was a gigantic eye full magnifying lens.
And behind it was me doing the same,
And behind again and again and again.
We were doing the same thing and were identical, we all could not comprehend
The detail was amazing even down to Glen our imaginary friend.
So if you see a smoky blues table tennis ball
Don’t shake it for inside could be Glen and Sidney Hall.
*Fantasy Contest*
The love of a mother for her newborn babe,
The love of a child for adoring parents;
The love of a nun for Lord Jesus,
The ardor of a monk for his order.
All of these are loves so true.
The love of a kitten for her mama cat,
The love of a dolphin for her calf;
The tenderness of a mare protecting her foal,
An eagle carrying her young on her wing.
All of these are loves so true.
The love of a soldier for his country,
The love of an owner for his company;
The love of a patriot for his flag,
The love of a wise man for his disciple.
All of these are loves so true.
The love of a teammate for his fellows,
The love of a dreamer for his dream;
The love of a poet for his craft,
The love of a fisherman for the sea.
All of these are loves so true.
Romeo's love for Juliet, Antony's for Cleopatra,
A Pilgrim's love for the Haj, for Mecca, for the Shrine of Aquinas;
Rapunzel's love for her hair, and Samson's for his strength;
Tom Sawyer's for Becky Thatcher, and Sidney Carton's for Lucie Manette.
Yes, all of these are loves so true, yet still confined to this earth;
My love for you breaks through to Heaven---'tis Eternal, forever aye.
February 25, 2018
My dad, born today, the 17th of February
bucked fate head-on, courageous and daring
Raised in a home on a block so poor
he swam upstream, de rigeur
In 1926, all his teeth fell out
lack of fluoridation won that bout
In 1929, young brother Sidney died of malnutrition
the family couldn't afford to see a physician
In '33, he chucked religion, came to Chicago on a mission
to look for a job midst the Great Depression
His family had gambled on their decision
that my father Maury's iron-willed ambition
Would see brother Herman through dental school
which my dad would pay for, as a hard-working fool
And so he did (!) and so it went, 'till my father Maury was
sent overseas, B.A. in hand, to fight Adolph Hitler in a foreign land
When he returned, he earned himself a law degree
married his sweetheart Maxine with two pennies
or three to his name, he toiled at his law firm's bottom
'till he saved so much money that a ranch house he got him
in Highland Park, Illinois in a subdivision on a tree-lined street
my dad's rags-to-relative-riches story, a Horatio Alger throwback treat
Against the odds, among the brave, his class was not defined by race
Talent can never be confined by color, race, nor faith, or time
He climbed his way with dignity within a world of bigotry,
and found acclaim, while making waves, when racial boundaries
fanned the flames
He earned a place in history
He raised the bar, and paved the road. He played each part with brilliancy
He bore the load and carved a path, with courage and humility
In a racist world, he earned respect, where few before had found a way
He crawled inside each role he played, and gave them life, from deep within
He wore the skin of many men, with a courageous, calm insistence
One early role, that stirred the pot, was a plot pledged to his love's fair skin
Yes! Shocking some!!.....But soon he'd find, applause for wedging understanding
A cause that spiraled racial growth, and better yet, acceptance
Another role where deadlocked chains, with ankles bound, two fugitives
while on the run, we cheered them on........and viewers too, unlocked old ways
"To Sir, With Love" above, beyond, his art would teach us how to change
"Mister Tibbs!!"........he said it clear!!....."Don't call me BOY! Don't you dare!"
We believed in what we heard, courageous rage, that we could cheer!
He sang with nuns while we clapped hands.......they built a church in desert sand
He won awards for gentle grace, and won a place in history
He warmed the screen with soul and truth, and paved the way for striving youth
who want to be a legend too, be it black or white or green or blue
Bahamian bred, Defiant One, Ambassador, Freedom's reward
Against all odds, he logged his time, to change the tide of narrow minds
A winsome smile, with deeper lines, that swayed the Lillies of the Field...
He was a fugitive against a time, when racial tones were bound by chains
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I was talking to this sexy
girl on the net ( I cannot tell you her name )
I’ve seen her picture on facebook
A pic that will make you sweat.
We were talking naughty pics
Don’t ask, the subject just came up one day
Ok it was just quick flirty comments
If I must say
Then two hours later
An email comes through
Saying a private naughty pic
Just between me and you
Now this woman is hot
Worth the burns on and hands
But you know me :-)
I had to stop the pic from stimulating any glands
So I thought
I would kill two birds with one stone
I’d have a cold shower
While I have a private viewing at home
Out came the extension cord for the laptop
As I balanced it on one hand (does it matter which hand?)
In a cold shower
I slowly panned
Reading the message
I scrolled and paused
It said
Here I am dressed as Santa Clause
With a wet finger
I scrolled with eyes wide
And saw a cartoon pic
Of Daddymas shaking his but cheeks from side to side
As I read the inscription
“Gottcha now get back to work”
An electric power surge went through me
Which made me berserk
I bounced off the ceiling
The floor and walls
And landed on the edge of the bath
Right on my Sidney Halls
Me wife rushed upstairs
And when she saw this, beat me some more
With her faithful
2X4
Now it’s ok to have
A 1970s Afro in some cases
But for a bald man like me
It’s not, especially in the wrong places
The electricity made me hairs stand on end
Under me arms and me private bit which drove me insane
Particulally when it makes you walk
For a week like John Wayne
But the good thing is when we eventually
Made love in the dark
I made her eyes light up
And even spark
Well I learned me lesson
And won’t do that again
I balance the laptop in the basin
And try to use a stick to scroll, which is a pain.
PS: Thanks Doris you owe me a new laptop
Happy thanksgiving
She liked Coleridge, the poet and the man.
He enjoyed Sidney Sheldon and Edgar Allan Poe
She was a Whitman and Emerson fan.
He liked her enthusiastic glow.
He thought words were silly.
He used them sparingly.
She recognized he was a dilly.
Flashing his assets caringly.
She offered to help him write
However, poetry was not his thing.
He saw her loveliness was out of sight
And decided to make himself her king
They agreed to share other things
Not books, for on that they did not agree
They lived happily, without strife or clings
For they gave each other freedom to simply be…..
Acquainted with love again
I soon recovered from past pain
I met this goddess in a tight black dress
I peaked Kilimanjaro, at the sight of her, I must confess
We exchanged digits and addresses too
She said she loved me and I said “I love you”
Problem is that she lived in the far away
But I said I got to have her as she left with a hypnotic sway
So, you guessed it, I placed in a box my healed heart
It was as good as new and wouldn’t break apart
Sent it to her overseas by FedEx
Yep I was horrified at what happen next
The bloody plane crashed in the sea
With a lone survivor, nobody knew where he could be
I hear the sod washed up on an island beach
My heart was drenched in tears and out of reach.
However, the boxes all wash up on the shore
The bugger ripped them open but mine he kept aside on the floor
Every box he ripped I felt it in my chest
I silently said please, not the one with the gold crest
Anyway I think he was feeling what I was going through
As he developed a pain in and didn’t know what to do
The pain was severe, a bloody tooth ache
Which the poor bugger knocked out with the blade of an ice skate
My heart was telling him what to do
And he knew that this box was now important to him too
Eventually he mustered the courage to leave the island on a raft
Which took him some time to build but mastered the craft
When he left the island he took the box his ball friend, Flintstone
And started adrift with a hope to see home
A ship found him passed out floating on the sea
With a box tightly gripped for her from me
They dropped him off in the town where my heart was to be
And he made sure he delivered it himself you see
But a week later I received a box with a note
That sank my heart and choked my throat:
“I love you my Sidney but your love was too late”
“I finally received it but I couldn’t wait”
“I have married now and I hope you did too”
“I return your heart and remember that I love you”
So if you were ever wondering what was in that FedEx box
It was my broken heart wrapped in a pair of warm wooly socks…