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September 26, 2014 , 11:49 am Acceptance DALLAS, TX 75241
It's so nice to be accepted, and they added this nifty bar code.
September 26, 2014 , 5:14 pm Departed Post Office DALLAS, TX 75241
I"m off on the adventure of my life
September 29, 2014 , 7:06 am, Arrived at Post Office, LEHI, UT 84043
They told me I've arrived, but I've been talking to the other packages
The other packages told me I'm in Lehi, I want to go to Pleasant Grove
Help!!! Help!!!! Help!!!!
September 29, 2014 , 8:07 am, Sorting Complete, LEHI, UT 84043
Wow, a ride on a conveyor belt, what a thrill to be a package
September 29, 2014 , 8:17 am, Out for Delivery, LEHI, UT 84043
I'm on a tour of postal routes, anybody here go to Pleaant Grove
September 29, 2014 , 8:29 am, Arrived at USPS Facility, LEHI, UT 84043
I thought I had a one way ticket, what's this round trip business???
I may as well enjoy my time in Lehi, no telling if I'll ever see it again
I think I"ll just turn over and get some rest
Still here in Lehi
Hopefully I'll leave soon
Another day in Lehi,
Maybe if I jump up and down the postmaster will see me
Still another day in Lehi
I raise my hand to get someone's attention
Oh My Gosh, I've got no hands what will I do???
The postal worker just threw me on a gurney
I'm out the door on my way to a new adventure.
October 7, 2014 , 7:20 am, Arrived at USPS Facility, SALT LAKE CITY, UT 84199
Wow, this building is huge, I better get out my camera to take photos
Oh drat, no camera, he didn't pack it what a bummer
October 7, 2014 , 9:57 am, Departed USPS Facility, SALT LAKE CITY, UT 84199
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Did I get to my destination?
Did I ever meet another package so that we could marry and have little envelopes?
What other adventures will I have???
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As the world turns
my stomach does too
knowing that all my children
are confused, unemployed
and young and restless
all the day through,
and my husband of 30 years
decided to leave me
for someone younger,
says hes going through
a mid-life crisis,
what a bummer….
found out my best friend
Pam was in a traffic jam
where she got hit by a car,
went to visit her in the
hospital, but didn't
make it very far,
got a speeding ticket
for doing 60 when I
should have been doing 35,
finally made it to the
hospital where my
friend was still breathing
but barely alive,
meantime her family called
a pastor in to pray just
in case she didn't survive,
so I said a silent prayer and
with tears streaming down
took her hand and
bid her farewell,
and during the drive home,
thought about Pam
and how she was so kind,
and then for some reason
flashbacks from the previous week
kept popping into my mind,
then when arriving home only to find,
my neighbor meeting me
looking upset and angry outside,
telling me he was going
to sue me,
because when I was away
our big oak tree did sway
and fell upon his car in
his driveway…
as if that wasn't enough
I went to the mailbox,
where I found a strange letter
that was made out to me,
so I opened it up
and sure enough
discovered it was from
my long lost daughter,
saying she was now 31
had her own illegitimate son
and that she wanted to meet me,
went in the house
and before I knew it
the doorbell rang
and she stood there
all ready to greet me,
I just gave her a hug
and explained why I
had to give her up
when she was just a baby,
she just gave an understanding
look and asked "who is my daddy?"
I said I'm not really sure dear
it could've been Tom, Dick or Larry,
said those were the years
I was confused beyond tears
of which fella I loved the most,
she said Mom there must be
a way just call them all and say
I want a paternity test done…
so as I watched my long lost
daughter leave and drive
over my pet cats tail,
I just think to myself
"oh its just another normal day,
where I hear dramatic music play,
in a place called Kanoga Falls."
A GUMMY FISHERMAN
By
Kevin L Fairbrother
The sheltered bay disguised what was to come
Around the headland we hit it head on
Four to five meter waves and breaking on top
And a wind that was building making lots of spray
A man takes many risks for a crayfish on his plate
For the pots needed to be pulled from the deep reef
Then baited with a fresh lot of stinking fish bait
Hoping to lure the wily crayfish into the pot
With the sea boiling the boat cut through the waves
Sending water and spray every which way
The fisherman holding on to keep their feet on deck
As the motors strain to keep a forward motion
The fishermen search for the buoys in the white water
As the rolling sea tosses them about like a cork in a bottle
The buoys know sighted make ready to haul the pots up
Hoping that they contain a few crayfish for their effort
There is no color in the first three pots, they are baited
Then tossed back into the rough and deep water
The last pot pulled and on the deck contains one small cray
Not a keeper, what a bummer, throw him back to grow bigger
With head down low kneeling on the deck
The rotten bait smells so ghastly get up my nose
Dry reaching, pale and feeling quite sick
I heave it up and let it flow over the side
Boy oh boy did I let the sickness flow
Breakfast, dinner and tea all in one go
I heaved it up my false teeth went with it
Over the side and into the boiling sea
Feeling miserable and quite ill, we headed back
To the bay and much calmer water
I thought about my teeth now in the water
Maybe a Gummy shark ate them up?
So now I fish the bay with a toothless mouth
And I target the Gummy Shark, hoping in vain
That one day whilst fishing, I will be lucky
And catch the Gummy that has a toothy smile
And It is now the first day of spring
The Flowers are starting to bloom
You can now hear all the birds sing
In the early Hours, humming there tune
You could though say what a bummer!
Out are the pesky flies and bumble bees
But then it's soon here, that is summer
Now blue Skies is what one now see’s
When people will be Basking in the sun
Because everything’s now shining bright
Children are Playing having lot's of fun
It's said to be ninety degrees feainheight
Before the Flowers begin to wither away
And the autumn leaves fall from there trees
I'm told there's now heavy Showers today
But also there's a strong easterly breeze
The forecast said Snow but instead it's rain
Now people are looking around for shelter
You can hear it spitting on the Window pain
We're then told it's lighting and now thunder
The Season when temperatures are freezing
But soon to be winter though gone the storm
Still it dose give one a Reason for hibernating
Now everyone’s indoors trying to keep warm.
THIS WAS ALREADY ON SOUP IT WAS actually TWO DIFFRENT POEMS
BEING WINTER BLUES AND SEAONS i LOVE WHICH i FELT WENT ON A BIT
BUT LIKE OTHERS iVE BEEN DOING A LOT OF REEDTING CHOPING AND CHANGING
JUST FELT WHEN PUT ON HERE LIKE OTHERS i JUST THEW ON HERE WITHOUT
GREAT DEAL OF THOUGHT i THINK THIS IS A GOOD DEFINISIO0N OF THE SEASONS]
PROBABLY SOUNDS A LITTLE EMPTY UNLIKE ORIGOINAL TwO THOUGH WITH THIS TRYING TO MAKE
MORE UNIVERSAL original ideas 2002 and 2009 written and rewriitn feb 2013
BY MY SELF DAVID SCOTT ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
And It is now the first day of spring
The Flowers are starting to bloom
You can now hear all the birds sing
In the early Hours, humming there tune
You could though say what a bummer!
Out are the Butterflies and bumble bees
But then it's soon here, that is summer
Now blue Skies is what one now see’s
When people will be Basking in the sun
Because everything’s now shining bright
Children are Playing having lot's of fun
It's said to be ninety degrees feainheight
Before the Flowers begin to wither away
And the autumn leaves fall from there trees
I'm told there's now heavy Showers today
But also there's a strong easterly breeze
The forecast said Snow but instead it's rain
Now people are looking around for shelter
You can hear it spitting on the Window pain
We're then told it's lighting and now thunder
The Season when temperatures are freezing
But soon to be winter though gone the storm
Still it dose give one a Reason for hibernating
Now everyone’s indoors trying to keep warm.
THIS WAS ALREADY ON SOUP IT WAS actually TWO DIFFRENT POEMS
BEING WINTER BLUES AND SEAONS i LOVE WHICH i FELT WENT ON A BIT
BUT LIKE OTHERS iVE BEEN DOING A LOT OF REEDTING CHOPING AND CHANGING
JUST FELT WHEN PUT ON HERE LIKE OTHERS i JUST THEW ON HERE WITHOUT
GREAT DEAL OF THOUGHT i THINK THIS IS A GOOD DEFINISIO0N OF THE SEASONS]
PROBABLY SOUNDS A LITTLE EMPTY UNLIKE ORIGOINAL TwO THOUGH WITH THIS TRYING TO MAKE
MORE UNIVERSAL original ideas 2002 and 2009 written and rewriitn feb 2013
BY MY SELF DAVID SCOTT ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
5/26/21
Get off your high horse now
Obviously we got no common ground
So quick to put me down
And to spread my business around
The town
Because you think I've been a clown
People like you, I wouldn't help, I'd watch you drown
Because what you got away with, should have never been allowed
Which is why I must put a stop to it now
You thought you've been preaching to the choir
But you are playing with fire
Of you I tire
You disgust nearly ever fiber
Of my being, truth is I'm wiser
And nicer
Even though I'm always getting drunk and higher
Situations turned dire
But I did what was required
You sit there on a telephone wire
Fast to call me a liar
As I do my thing near and far from briar
From here to way beyond the Netherlands
You're off in neverland
The turmoil and challenge is turning me into a better man
Traveling in and out of desert sand
How you treated me and others could leave you forever damned
Winding up with much more than severed hand
Among world wonders
Often praising others
It's good to see your true colors
You punk ass mother f**** er
Never was all cookie cutter
People and animals continuing to suffer
Eventually going under
Meanwhile there's no end to world hunger
As life keeps on getting tougher
The strength and what it takes, I muster
Easy tiger, way to go slugger
From so much alcohol, takes some time to recover
All these money grubbers
And blood suckers
The very thought of it makes most shudder
During every Autumn, Winter, Spring and Summer
Oh what a bummer
You always ducked for cover
Or acted like you were in the midst of slumber
People getting dumber and dumber
Obsessed with materials and numbers
Our pristine, prissy, upscale dining room was almost never used.
And now it can’t be used for eating, for it is slightly junked and abused.
Dining room table is so long, it started to almost immediately collect....
So many items, that who has inclination or time to carefully inspect?
At first it was just an art project, or a button or two,
But then it was stacks of magazines, and material red, white and blue.
Our junk drawer became two, and three, and four.
And now we just put a few things in boxes stacked on the floor.
Yesterday I found Great Auntie Leigh’s French powder puff.
My sister discovered her Christmas stockings and holiday ****.
There are boxes in here that were not here this summer.
We do not eat here anymore, probably can’t now. What a bummer.
We have a path to the table, but not to the fancy schmancy chairs.
I am slamming the door before my husband comes down the stairs.
He has the illusion this place is tidy and clean, waiting for company.
I am afraid if he saw it he would suggest dusting or cleaning to me.
I jump from the chair, and fall flat on my sad little hands.
Discover six inch ball made of six thousand and two rubber bands.
Well, that is where you are! My husband says, poking in his nose.
He hops over some chairs and grabs up a cornet, taking some blows.
Your junk is in here too! I say, accusing him, trying to have a fit.
The dining room has never been used this much. This I have to admit.
We can never eat in here again, he says plunking down a box.
What is he trying to get away with now? That conniving old fox!
Baby, let’s jump into your car.
We don’t have to go real far.
But if you would like to drive all day,
I’m up for that.
Let’s just get away!
Away from all that’s plaguing us -
the daily messes and the fuss.
Stay-cations do not do the trick.
Put your finger on the map.
I’ll go anywhere you pick.
We can drive eastward bound.
In two days be in my hometown.
Or we can head way up north
to Yellowstone. I’ve never been
where geysers from the earth spring forth!
If south we drive, let’s go southeast.
Though the heat there is increased,
to Louisiana I’d love to go.
I’ve never been to New Orleans.
I hear at Mardi Gras they come alive!
Forget Orleans. It’s nearly summer.
No Mardi Gras now. What a bummer.
All I really want to do is be with you.
Let’s just drive to anywhere
and stop when we see things to do!
Baby, drive me where you want to go.
We could head to Vegas for a show,
joke and sing and snack along the way.
Find a beach or visit Disneyland.
Let’s head out to a really sunny day.
Baby, listen, I’ll go anywhere.
On your shoulder as we’re driving there
Is where I want just to rest my head!
We can sit in utter silence too; I love you so.
I’ll trust in any place to which by you I’m led!
May 7, 2023
For Robert James Liguori's Joe Bonamassa Inspiration Poetry Contest
(My poem was inspired obviously by DRIVE. See the real lyrics in song above)
Not My “Buddy”
When my friend Nancy moved to a new apartment
For the remainder of her Senior year
Her doggone dog “Buddy” was not allowed
As she asked for my help, I was moved by her tears
A tiny brown mutt who wore a red bandana
Was not a visitor I wanted to take in
But she thought her dog was the top banana
To ease Nancy’s concerns, I finally took him
He was supposed to come with food and instructions
Never before had I provided for a dog’s care
But when Nancy drove up and Buddy arrived at my house
His food and care guide had vanished in thin air
My cats were upset, hid under the couch and bed
As Buddy sniffed around the house for playmates
I called Nancy when Buddy tore up my new rug
She said he was lonely and just needed a date
Nancy suggested I take him on car trips
Buddy fancied himself to be a world traveler
But dog smells linger and I gave him no rides
So he found vengeance by climbing into a sewer
The nine-month school year lingered forever
By now my cats had taken to escaping in trees
When June finally came, I couldn’t wait to say goodbye
But that’s when Nancy sobbed and moaned, “Oh, pretty please.”
Her mother didn’t want Buddy at her house either
And Nancy asked me to keep him all summer
When I replied, “No, he needs to spend time with you”
I quickly lost my best friend, what a bummer!
She sat on the bench eating a pear
My eyes were drawn to her in an eye-popping stare
She was shorter than me so I was in love
I have to have this woman, an angel from above
She worked in a restaurant across the way
So I would go in and order toasted cheese twice every day
For three months, every day toasted cheese
Till the voices in me head said “ We sick of it, ask her out please.”
So I went in to ask her out
The place was packed, people all about
Now the counter slopped away from the customer
So I tried to lean on it, slipped and fell what a bummer
She rushed round and just before I past out, before it was too late
I slurred “Will you go out with me for a coffee or a tea,” and that was our first date
The next day I sent her flowers and a card
I paid a lot, so the rest of the month was hard
I called her in the night to see her reaction
She was delighted with the affection
So I told her you are going to be my wife
She laughed and said get a life
She said how do you know
I said I prayed for it and God said so
We dated and eight months, we married
And boy what an effort it was over the threshold she was carried
That should have been the warning, not better but worse
We live together, don’t talk and I stay with an empty purse