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My friends and I had midnight hide and seek
One had to stand by a tree and not peek
In my state of hiding great I was hard to find
My friends decided to just be unkind
They all got together and decided to hunt me down
I first hid in the river near my house and almost drown
When they walk close by me I silently move through the grass
It was very hard to see, but I crawled a long time and almost ran out of gas
Then I heard one say that they were going up and wait by the tree
I had an idea that made a way to make them see
A shadow that ran in the distance thinking that would be
I had my horse pull a little manikin to make them think it was me
My friends took their flashlight and shined it toward it
I thought I had them but one thing was clear they did not fall for it not a bit
They all laugh and started to call out my name
They all asked how the heck did you have time to pull that trick that was so lame
I did not answer so they kept on looking for me, but I was so quick
Some of my friends started to get really mad and tick
I was a master of doing weird things they all knew what I can do
The night was still young and the grass was collecting dew
I decided to make a distraction once again
To think of it, it would probably make the night end
My friends finally surrounded my tree house
I was quiet, so quiet, more than a mouse
I had some rope in the tree house to make my escape
To distract them I made a loud noise like an ape
The tree that my tree house was in was at least forty feet up
I had some stash in my tree house a drink or two in a cup
My final hour is about to end I did not want my friends to catch me till I got to the tree
I took the rope and tide it on a branch and pushed off and that was the key
I landed on the garage roof and sneaked my way to the tree
My friends knew me to well that they plan things before I could see
They had a fish net ready for me to step into
I thought that was kinda wise and some what like pew
The few feet by the tree there was two of my friends that was ready
Up in the tree they both jumped down and pulled me up in the net fast and steady
They thought they had won, the person had to tag me before I touch tree
She ended up having to get something to stand on to reach me
I swung my weight back and forth till I ended up touching and the game ended
My friends and I were so full of surprises and that is what the game handed
Twas the night before Christmas and all were in need
as we waited for Santa who had promised us Weed.
Our parents were sleeping with not a clue in their heads
that their children were Stoners and away from their beds.
The cheetos had been placed on the table with care
with an idea dear Santa soon would be there.
The winter was cold with no time for a snack
hoping Kris Kringle would come with fresh Pot from his sack.
I had been to the Bank and had obtained hordes of cash
with a fervent desire St. Nick would bring the best of his Stash.
We had our concerns for a reasonable fellow
who was honest and straight... no harshing our mellow.
The time had been set as I looked at the clock
knowing the waiting was tense and we needed our Pot.
And then from the porch a strange sound did we hear
but it was only friend Jim who had gone for some beer.
I stared out the window and peered through the snow
and we were greatly concerned whether Santa would show.
And then from the street... what did I observe?
A '72 ford Pinto... which was stuck on the curb.
The engine was smoking and the tires were flat
and with the windows quite frosted... I reached for my bat.
This didn't look good as I gave way to doubt.
Wondering who was the driver and who would come out?
And who should come forth? But Santa himself
who was all bearded and fat, a jolly old Elf.
He climbed to our rooftop... was nimble and quick
thus avoiding the doorbell... this fella was slick.
He was now in the chimney and this lightened our hearts
and we knew he was close when we heard the Elf fart.
And then in an instant the Big Guy appeared
but asking double the price for which we had feared.
We told him our troubles as he pondered our point,
he then lowered the price on every third Joint.
The payment was made and the dope was obtained
and up the chimney he rose unconcerned for the flame.
I'll remember that night... for it was a doozy
when Santa came through... and brought me a Doobie.
As he drove out of sight... I heard him calling my name...
Merry Christmas to all and goodnight Mary Jane.
The End
*For those who are interested. I will be posting my cartoon 'Bob's your Uncle' on my homepage. A new one will appear every second day.
We sat in a room.
A bedroom, a messy one.
One with a mixture of clothes, garbage and drugs scattered everywhere. There
was random writing on the walls, like grafitti, and the paint was chipping. We sat
mostly in silence, we knew what was going to happen that night. When he arrived
we got into the van and he introduced us to his stash.
We got to the highschool commons. It was a giant building with tall ceilings,
giant pillars, and big glass windows, and it had no supervision inside. Before
going inside we smoked some hash outside. There had to be at least 400
people there. The room had flashing lights, loud music, and teenage wreckage
everywhere. The people were forming a kind of mosh; their arms flinging and
they screamed to see if they could out-roar the music.
The effect was deafening. Nearly all the stash-ridden tables were smashed to
the floor, so we hurried to the only stnading one left. He dumped his stash on the
table.
The lights plus the music plus the emotion made you want to dig into the stash
and join the mosh. That's what we did, but we didn't join the mosh right away. We
sat around the table and watched the masacre, finding it overly amusing. We
laughed at mearly everything as the acid took it's effect. I finally got up to mosh.
Everything wanted your body in, and it had already stolen your voice, for you
couldn't hear yourself scream. Before I could get my feet off the ground, I couldn't
help but notice that there were people making out everywhere, as they moshed. I
laughed at them, but was jelous.
I started kissing someone, unsure of whether or not it was a guy or girl. We
stripped off our clothes until we were nearly naked, but then he/she backed away.
They rejoined the mosh.
I stood still, and the mosh parted before me leading me to the glass wall. I
walked, barefoot, to where it stood surprisingly clean. I took the object in my hand
and smashed the gleaming wall, screaming with the music. The crowd cheered
and roared until my ears were ringing and I was nearly deaf. I moshed into the
middle of the mosh and everyone jumped to my rhythm. I felt hundreds of eyes
watching me, so I closed my eyes and let my body go. He/she found me again,
and kissed me again, and the masacre disappeared. Eventually so did whoever I
was kissing.
Alone on the trail, pushing daylight,
we two pull into a small arroyo to bed down.
Nigh unto exhaustion, hot food
transcends tired old bones and the smell of sweat,
but not enough for either one of us to volunteer.
The fire, more for company than for heat
soon plays its lonely desert song into night air.
We take out our stash and roll an old fashioned
lumpy cigarette, twisting the end just so,
to hold it together till lit.
Soon we’re hanging on cliff’s edge between
the real and unreal world of guided imagination.
The dreams of holy men in ancient tribes calling
shape shifters into mental matrimony,
waiting for the merge of brain and vision.
Beating ceremonial drums and asking for grace.
They soon dig into my old rusty past that hangs
some where on the fringe of past and present.
I’m riding fiery waves in the belly of the beast.
Back draft--- watch for back draft I thought.
Back draft !! That point where temperature raises
combustion to the point of a cyclonic draft of fire.
The beast feeds on oxygen, oxygen eaten so fast
it sucks the surrounding area clean of all air.
A lucky person caught thus would be incinerated.
One unlucky would slowly roast while suffocating.
Awaking abruptly, I forgot the dream. Just a dream.
The wind had settled, in fact there was deathly quiet.
Too quiet, but nothing was giving information.
So we saddled, and headed into Big Timber, the last leg.
Big Timber—a plethora of ash, alpine, and firs of all kinds.
Only the solid wall of granite ahead, separated them and
the helicopter waiting to take them back to base camp.
He felt a harsh feeling of being stalked but didn’t know why.
Besides, he still was apprehensive about the deathly stillness.
As they wound into the narrows he tasted the distinct smell.
Fire, it was very close. Back draft he thought. The warning !!
Thank God for the tiny clearing before the final opening.
He could see the funnel reaching tree tops, deafening all.
Moving behind the outcrop again, they started to retreat.
Suddenly the silence was almost as deafening as the wind.
Moving again from behind the rocks, they were astounded.
The tornado had sucked all the oxygen away from the fire.
It was out!!!!
© 22 Dec 2010 For Tirzah
WE GOT US A BRAND NEW AMERICA
By Roy Merritt
Meet our new friend Vladimir
He looks really good to me
I’m pretty sure he can teach us some stuff
He was a colonel in the KGB
Those kind of fellas can get things done
Can make straight down seem up
Can show us how to silence our critics
Show us how to shut ‘em up
Yes we got us a brand new America
It’s the one we been hankering for
From now on we’ll be sittin’ pretty
If we can avoid us a civil war
In order for that we gotta be committed
We gotta bring a lot pain
We gotta show we’ll take no guff
From those darein’ to complain
So break out your big stash of weapons
That is if you’re on my side
But don’t you dare show no consternation
Cos’ that we won’t abide
Yes we got us a brand new America
The one we been hankering for
From now on we’ll be sittin’ pretty
If we can avoid us a civil war
Who gives a damn what our friends might say
Or even our sacred creed
We’ve embarked on a brand new day
And all in the name of greed
There’s money enough to go around
And maybe even a lot of war
We might to get us to kill a lot of people
Right here and on foreign shores
Yes we got us a brand new America
It’s the one we been hankering for
From now on we’ll be sittin’ pretty
If we can avoid us a civil war
So say goodbye to your Constitution
Any nonsense of civil rights
Say goodbye to your ideal America
My side has won the fight
And even though we might’ve played dirty
Compromised the fourth estate
We’ll all be standin’ around and croonin’
At this nation’s inevitable wake
Yes we gotta us a brand new America
It’s the one we been hankering for
From now on we’ll be sittin’ pretty
If we can avoid us a civil war
Meet our new friend Vladimir
He really looks good to me
I’m pretty sure he can teach us some stuff
He was colonel in the KGB
Those kind of fellas can get things done
Can make straight down seem up
Can show us how to silence our critics
Show us how to shut ‘em up
We intend to shut ‘em up
We’re gonna shut ‘em up
Yes we gotta us a brand new America
It’s the one we been hankering for
From now on we’ll be sittin’ pretty
If we can avoid us a civil war
If we can avoid us a civil war
Avoid us a civil war
,
A black cloud descends…. , , ,
Each flower grows hopeful! ,,
In jubilation, katydids, laughingly, make noisy ovations! , , ,
Party-planner, Queen Rosie, STOPS to
unleash verses,with ’xcited Yiddish zeal !
……………………………………………………………. , ,
D Daisy Mae, and Lily Gay, bathe in refreshing rains ,,
A Anointed too, are tiny baby buds, with every little drop ,, ,,,
N Narcissus squeals with laughter, and sings a sweet refrain
C Crickets dance with plaid berets, and do a Celtic hop!
I In the mud we’ll find two pigs, they splash, but then rain STOPS!
N Nanny Goose, and Granny Goat, play banjos in the band
G Gardenias, stash away umbrellas, they scrub from end to end
R Rabbits hear the jubilee, and from a hole they pop
A A squirrel or two, comes down the tree, where all the fuss began
I In spite of fear, the little mouse, looks out to see what’s up
N Nearby, the cat, just waves his hat, allows the mice some fun!
N Dogs join in, STOP chasing cats, they splash, and play like kids
R Rainbows fill the evening sky, where now the sun peeks in
O Overhead, the colors smile, in greens, and blues and reds
P Pretty is the world tonight, refreshed, and clean, and good
S Softly STOPS the pitter-pat upon on the evening’s hood
…………………………………………………………………………
Thirsty trees, and tender tulip tongues, tasted today’s tantalizing tonic
Rain STOPS to retreat, to replenish, refresh, repair, and rest
Delighted dancers STOP, to discuss day’s divine delivery duties
Rainbows remind recovering revelers reasons to STOP and reflect, rejoice, recent rainy rewards
Slowly, in soft slippers, STOPping to shine, sun sets silently.
Satisfactorily satiated, the scenery seems serene, sparkling and sleepy…..
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Inspired by Debbie's Contest "Aye, Aye, and a Mistress"
I laid me body stomach down atop a grassy knoll...
here at Highland Manor Apartments
earlier today Juneteenth 2022,
(a pitch perfect spring day)
with serious intent to read
seat of the pants suspense thriller
The New Comprehensive
A-Z Crossword Dictionary.
Invariably, yours truly
quickly experienced drowsiness,
succumbed to deep sleep
and dreamt being linkedin
with livingsocially off the grid
among ecological, liberal, social minded
people progressive in act, deed, and thought
versus participating in consumerist paradigm.
As a conscious conscientious counterpart
the missus shops with a conscience
and yours truly considers her price savvy
when she purchases groceries
at ALDI, Giant, LIDL, or other supermarket.
Impossible mission to adopt modus operandi,
whereby wife would entertain notion to husband
energy garnering fruits and vegetables
courtesy sweat equity
since we lack basic homesteading skills,
nor consider either of us
adequately financially solvent
to contact compatible intentional community
since requisite criteria
require a healthy monetary stash of money.
Unlikely substantial windfall will appear out of the blue,
nor grandiose wish to draw winning lottery ticket,
thus sobering truth to burnish marketable skills
finds me seek assistance
courtesy office of vocational rehabilitation in general
and counselor Donna Marchese in particular,
which most likely entails
securing training to learn Microsoft Office Applications.
More precisely, some familiarity exists
regarding understanding computer software
since admission of foolhardiness
now averred how countless golden opportunities
slipped thru these ofttimes sweaty fingers.
Though never successfully completed,
received funding back in the day from:
CETA, O(ffice) of V(ocational) R(ehabilitation)
twice before whereby
the former and/or latter program
allocated unspecified dollars
(poor Ray McNeil, the first OVR counselor,
whose tiresome love's labour's lost for naught)
in an effort to acquire gainful employment,
which in all honesty sabotaged
cause of that bugaboo severe social anxiety
more specifically diagnosed
as schizoid personality disorder;
no shame to admit mental health crisis.
Here is 1 for
Ring , Ding
The phone goes
Hello bud want to go out for a drink
Meet you at your house at 6
Hello bud how's it going
lot's to catch up on
Now let's fast forward a little
more and bit later
A single step since entering the
bar
The 1 friend who phoned to invite
his friend out for a drink
Says mines a pint you get the
drinks in
I've got some spare coins i want
to throw into the slot machine
won't be long grab us both a chair
so long
Half and hour or more later sat
alone his friend returns and
eventually re-joins him
Downs his pint and says i just
won 400
But friend No 2 refrained from
saying well done my mate get the drinks in tonight's on you
Because he knows rather than
that what he is bound about to
say is this
Couldn't lend me 20 could you
please mate
I won and was 400 up but
threw it all back in plud another
100 my night out spending
money chasing the 1000 jackpot
Actually mate can you make that
50 i'll pay you back when i get
paid
I know that jacpot is poised
and about to pay out any second
now
Thanks your a good mate then
proceeds to the bar only
to get change
Forgets about buying his mate
a drink or the fact he has left
him sat all on his lonesome
Even though he is the 1 who
actually invited him out in
the 1st place and it is his
50 he is about to gamble
away and loose
And when and after he losses that
as well like a spoilt child says
to his friend
That's totally ruined and spoiled
my night out completely
Get us 1 final drink for the road
mate im off home
I don't know why i even bothered
to come out in the 1st place
Or more to the point
Why or how you have any friend's
left
Given the fact this happens not
some of time but the majority
of the time
And worse than that you know
you have hit the lotter friend's
jacpot
When the lesser of 2 evils
Is choosing between this 1
Or the other 1 who has 2 drinks
turns into a spiteful drunk and
blames the world for everything
Who would try and wants to
cause and could start a fight
in a graveyard
Or punch a vicar if he wasn't
willing to hand over his holy
communion wine stash
Amos was a boy from the backwoods,
lived his life back there up in the sticks.
Hunting, fishing, swimming, and drinking,
was the way he would get all his kicks.
Well now Billy showed up that summer,
why he came to those hills no one knows.
But he was always flashin’ his cash,
strutting in his fancy city clothes.
Billy said that to impress the girls,
they would need to have themselves a stash.
So they took his dad’s old 22,
went to the Piggly to steal some cash.
Chorus:
He did not want to do it,
but he let the devil talk him into it,
now he’s sitting in that cell doing his time.
Like daddy always told him,
that if you ain’t willing to pay the piper,
then you best not think about doing the crime.
They only wanted a few dollars,
never thought it would do any harm.
They did not know the cops were coming,
because they’d tripped the silent alarm.
When they showed up with their lights flashing,
he knew right then there’d be hell to pay.
There was tear gas and windows smashing,
he dropped down on both his knees to pray.
Amos was huddled in the corner,
Billy went and jumped up on a chair.
He yelled, “Come on and get me copper”,
just try to take me if you ain’t scared.
Chorus:
He did not want to do it,
but he let the devil talk him into it,
now he’s sitting in that cell doing his time.
Like daddy always told him,
that if you ain’t willing to pay the piper,
then you best not think about doing the crime.
By the time the whole thing was over,
Billy was all stretched out on the floor.
Amos was bound up in steel handcuffs,
and being escorted through the door.
All the news cameras were rolling,
them big bright lights had him nearly blind.
Shoving microphones into his face,
asking him what was his frame of mind.
At the trial, the judge said “guilty”,
Amos’s eyes filled with stinging tears,
"But, “I’m gonna be easy on you
and only give you twenty-five years.”
Chorus:
He did not want to do it,
but he let the devil talk him into it,
now he’s sitting in that cell doing his time.
Like daddy always told him,
that if you ain’t willing to pay the piper,
then you best not think about doing the crime.
My mind was relieved when my treasure was found
A matey retrieved it by scouting around
The pirate ship captain made sure that I knew
That me and my booty could stay with the crew
To all the dear pirates who thought I was bait
I gave them a hug and a kiss for the wait
For walking a plank and a plop in the sea
I'm grateful to know they would drop in for me
The captain was grinning and warming his chair
He said I was winning by charming him there
I gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek
He gave me a bug that persisted a week
He thought I was sobbing or so he surmised
For robbing is only for pirates despised
We spoke of the men who were glad I was back
To pick up their duties and all of their slack
The lady who dumped me was sure I was dead
For robbing and killing may go to your head
Her joy was to rob all the men of their stash
By making them jump for the sake of their cash
I thanked my dear captain for finding my gold
But then I refused to be found in his fold
I told him a vision of me that is true
For robbing and killing is not what I do
I spoke of a lady more fun by the day
Who wakes me up early but only to play
The gift of her love is the joy in my life
For which I am hoping to make her my wife
We met by the tulips that blossom and bring
The beauty of lips that we share in the Spring
I gave her my heart for the joy in her own
By acting the part of a boy that is grown
Unlike other pirates who pay by the drink
I saved all my rights for the way that I think
I could not foresee where my hunger might lead
But love is the fruit when my heart is the seed
I used my new seashell to summon the whale
Who rescued my life with a flip of her tail
I knew she would come in the course of her day
To join with us some in the horse of her play
We paddled a boat to be close to her reach
I knew she would vote to be far from the beach
We laughed and we played on her spout for a bit
When sharks were about then we knew that was it
I said my goodbye to that lass by the sea
I longed for the day when her class would be me
My waiting was longer than lovebirds can sing
The chance for a ship was my new passing thing ...