The editor and the creditor,
practical, reactical,
dismiss poems
for lofty tomes.
Confrontations
Whenevr I confront sadness
the steel strings of a zither fill my mind
As if it were yesterday I first saw The Third Man
Wake up! It's been forty five years.
Anton Karas will be playing no encores.
Or do I create the steel stringed zither
to confront happiness.
Very good, Billy - and, welcome.
What dark clouds are these,
that float with grace and ease,
yet never let the tempest loose,
cumulus hands secure the noose.
Without the deluge, nature dies,
carrying pain, repressing cries,
oh clouds, please grant the world some gain
and shower us with healing rain.
If I can ask those clouds to refrain
from bringing on that mentioned rain.
and let the skies be just a little blue
this September Friday through,
For tonight at seven, in section 310
Lou and I will be watching pin-striped men
getting badly beaten by the boys from Boston,
while eating six dollars dogs, and chips with cheese frosting.
So hold off all you gods of rain
at least till after the Yankee game.
Oh boy! To say the least,
"Yankee feast."
I also like to express my thanks
to Cav's Jays who sank the Yanks
last week in a sea of Blue
and reduced the Sox's GB for awhile down to 2.
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all this is meaningless to the rest of the world
where there's wars and famine, flags unfurled
in equally meaningless grabs for power,
lines on maps, wire fences, watching tower...
The rest of the world looks on in deep dismay
viewing the other games America plays,
How could a country with such gall
have invented such a gentle sport of base and ball?
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fall is on her way to shake her trees today
and the cool weather is a welcome way
to say hello but the allergies may be
followed by sneezies and coughs and bees
Slip among the flowers, tiny butterfly.
Pale yellow wings, lost among blossoms,
Won't betray until you skip and flutter by,
On your way to fresh flowers' bosoms.
Quail in the loom of autumn time dream;
Quilt of gold laced in the green;
Coolness: evening zephyr does stream
O'er the mirror lake; does seem
You dress with such grace, my Queen.
He threw the dice
thrice
to be precice
7
11
11
after the fun
and when he was done
he had won
a bunch
Hi, morganwood. I play the slots myself.
You break my balls and you lie to my face
Call me a loser before I enter the race
Spend all my cash
Then call me trash
Scuse me babe while I K-Y
Go to the tavern for a bucket of beer
Try to ignore all the whispers I hear
Spend all my mon
They call you hon
Scuse me babe while I K-Y
I picked you up in a bar in Yuma
I might as well have selected a puma
Find where you are
Get back my car
Scuse me babe while I K-Y
sung to the tune of Great Balls of Fire
The silver in my true love's hair
The sparkle in her eyes of green
The age lines in her skin so fair
Her graceful ways have always been
She takes me in her web of love
She makes me want to love her more
She sets my soul so far above
The day that sets forevermore
A crowded café,
Amidst laughs and small chatter
loneliness prevails
Pinned between serenity and a gas station,
I find that gravy is aware of our nation.
Fill her up sir?
Yes!
Wash your windows?
Thank you.
And off we drive with a tank full
and a Haiku.......
Serenity
Divinity
Infinity..
I saw a yellow leaf
Summer's at an end
Stealing like a thief
Easing with the wind
Change another leaf
Autumn rules the day
