The luck of the duck
On Thanksgiving day!
I saw an old friend today
He was drivin' the other way
Heard a beep then "Hey!"
Was all he had time to say
Glad I saw the friend today
Sad he went the other way
I went into the grocery store
Got a square wheel basket at the door
I tried to push it on the floor
But abandoned thankless chore
Didn't buy too much at the store
Left the square wheel basket at the door
I saw an old friend today
Got a square wheel basket at the store
Friend was drivin' the other way
I abandoned thankless chore
Glad I saw the friend today
Left the square wheel basket at the door
I am a little girl , who drives a little car
In a sea of SUV's I can't see very far
So excuse me if I scare you,
When I dart out of my place
Keep your gestures to yourself,
And stay out of my face!
Give me a break man,
I'm street legal just like you...
Or the next time that we meet
Could be your day of "wreckoning" too!
They convince car owners that compact cars are the way to go, then sell everybody enormous monsters, making the compacts practically irrelevant.
Solar flares, full moon,
I guess we'll all know very soon
what madness here affects us now,
and let's just hope the why and how
does not elude us for too long,
too much time, and all is gone.
What fair beast is this
that tugs my threadbare clothes,
and looks to me as if it knows
the pith and piss of places
no-one ever goes?
So fair she is, yet ghoulish,
I feel that I am foolish
to take her smooth but bony hand
and travel to an unseen land,
hidden and yet known, caught between
the innocence of dawn,
the aged midnight yawn,
and the adolescence
of vented spleen.
I do love the gentle people, who are warriors for peace:
Love Thoreau and Walt Whitman, Al Ginsberg, without cease;
Mother Theresa, Bob Dylan and ole Pete Seeger
And of course Joan Baez; but the list would be meager
With no B. Russell, and with no Martin Luther King,
Ghandi, Phil Ochs, Arlo Guthrie, all so amazing.
But my list would falter and never get its just due
Unless I add all the names of the people just like you.
Random Poetry
I saw trees for the first time today.
When they are alive, yes they all look the same.
When they die
tha is when their charcter coes out.
you have ones that say, "why me. God?" and reach their twisted arms toward the sky
you have ones who say "Help me!" and reach their spindly long fingers toward you.
then there are the willows, the sad sad willows
When they are dying, they drop their head and stiff hair flows down.
They let their shoulders sad and their hands nearly touch the ground.
Willows say "it was bound to happen. might as well just let it be."
Very evocative, NewYorkAsked. Welcome to A2K, and to Edgar's very fine thread.
Yeah, NewYorkAsked. That was a wonderful piece.
I met a leaf
Wending the way down
Caught on wet shoe
Drop of cold grease
Splatter on pan
Odor release
I paused for a splash
Of ten ducks on a pond
I took the splash home
East Texas November
I love cool gentle days in November,
When the leaves of red and brown
Kiss the gulf breeze before they tumble down;
Cars all wet with morning fog;
Debate to purchase the fireplace log;
You in sleeves; they know better;
They get out that old sweater -
You feel eager for cold December.
There is a period of freedom
After a revolution
There is a spirit of fraternity
After a revolution
Experience it quickly and fully
Shortly follows devolution
Silly me
Silly me
I thought you understood
When I asked you
Oh silly me
I thought maybe you knew what I meant
But you, so literal
Haven't watched falling leaves lately have you?
Haven't cried at a sad movie?
Haven't sang a long lonely song on a broken radio?
Silly me
You don't know what I meant,
Now you will always be lost
Watch a falling leaf
Know the delicate works of my mind
Know my question
For edgar a veteran, salute.
We all know what you have done
And will continue to do
Even though it's not what
You'd choose.
http://www.able2know.com/forums/viewtopic.php?t=14896&highlight=
Letty. I am very ambivilent about my years of service. On the one hand, we have got to maintain a credible military force, but I despair because we so readily use it. I am proud of my time served, although I was deliriously happy the day it ended.
Thank you for you kind mention.
All those boys in mustache
When I was a young man in mustache
I spoke up my mind and I said
'We ought to draft all those old codgers,
Let them feel what it's like to be dead.
Those fogeys in Sansabelt Slacks,
make them strap up and scarf up in line.'
maybe they wouldn't be so keen about hauling
our asses for ten thousand miles
off to somewhere far distant
to the mud and the jungle and green
green mud, green jungle, green marine
watching time come through the leaves.........
Okay, so that's all days gone by
I made it, no shots fired, still alive
and now I'm a damned fogey
and you know what I say
"We ought to draft us old codgers
in sansabelt trousers,
ought to haul all our asses away,
and let young men in mustaches
kiss the young girls
up on a hill
or the dock of the bay.
And somewhere far distant
us fogeys would wait,
for their fogeys to load and to lock
or we'd sit in the mud with the radio on
and know we both were fighting
the clock.
And no kid would ever
be given a letter
sent from his long dead old dad,
a kid of nineteen, a green mud marine,
a young man in mustache
who never got back.
Joe Nation
A salute to Edgar and Joe...really fine piece, Joe.
Morning, Eva. It's going to be 85 degrees out today, with just a small chance of rain. Comfortable weather to one who spends a great deal of time outdoors.
