Sad Partings
My girlfriend, Summer, up and left the other day.
I pleaded and begged but she refused to stay.
Sometimes sultry and at the end chilly,
I still long for her… please don’t call me silly.
Sadly, chances for her return are small…
I guess it’s fated… I’m headed for a fall.
Stash
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The Land of Little-Bit
We’re livin’ in the land of Little-Bit,
Where some of our clothes don’t always fit…
But they keep us warm
None the less.
Our kitchen pots aren’t always full.
In the winter, our house is sometimes cool
But we can grab a blanket…
Or at least its corner.
In our land, the sun doesn’t always shine
And we don’t always drink the finest wine
But sometimes we do…
On occasion.
Life’s just a matter of a little bit.
Why curse the darkness, if a candle’s lit?
Happiness is merely a point of view,
In the land of Little-Bit.
Stash
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Hold On
Hurricane…
Lots of rain.
Earthquake…
Shimmy, shake.
Texas drought…
Way down south.
Poles disappear…
Sweaty fear.
Global warming…
Earth transforming.
Gee, it suddenly occurs to me,
That nature has no guarantees.
Maybe the Jehovahs, who come to my door,
Have a better handle on what’s in store.
I don’t know… but there’s one thing certain…
No one knows what’s behind The curtain.
Life’s a roller coaster… an unpredictable ride…
First you’re up and then a downward slide.
There’s no reason for what happens and when,
So pay your nickel and hop that coaster again.
Stash
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Hey, How Ya Doin’?
The market is up…
The market is down…
But there is one thing that I have found:
The brokers always make their money.
Bulls and the bears…
Double dip recession…
Investors fighting bottom line depression
But bankers receive bonuses… isn’t that funny?
Politicians give speeches…
More spins than dancers.
Lotsa talk but they have no answers.
Are they incompetent or something worse?
Their one goal:
Getting reelected.
The greater good is being neglected.
(Loyal only to their pocket and purse.)
Phantom inflation…
The price of gold…
Things will get better, or so we’re told.
(Rome is burning and our emperors fiddle.)
Savings account?
Interest at half per cent…
Ooops, there goes my retirement.
Once again, we’re the ones stuck in the middle.
Shared sacrifice.
That’s what they say…
But why is it me who’s got to pay?
(Things were bad but they’re getting worse.)
I won’t give it up…
This dollar of mine…
Even if it’s only worth a dime.
As for politics… please grant me a divorce.
Stash
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Within The Garden, A Flower Grew
Within the garden, a flower grew.
Whose beauty, sadly, no one knew.
Planted obscurely, way out back,
It never blossomed because of a lack.
Perhaps it was the wall and its dim shadow,
In whose darkness, very little can grow.
But whatever the reason, nature or neglect,
The flower’s beauty was always suspect.
That is, until the good gardener arrived
And made the flower happy it had survived.
Whether it was perceptive eye or a kind, soft heart,
The flower thrived under the gardener’s art.
Through warm attention and loving care,
The stunted twig developed a beauty rare.
Transcending the shadow that had once obscured it,
She now surpassed the weeds that had endured it…
Seasons come and then they quickly go
But there is one thing that all should know…
When all had been said and done,
This flower had its moment in the sun.
End
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Woof!
Hi guys. Last night I had a distressing dream and I wanted share it with you. I really don’t quite know what to make of it.
My story starts out in a large grassy field. The lawn there is plush, like a velvety green throw pillow and it has the smell of having been recently mown. There are tall shade trees around its perimeter and the sound of happy tweeting songbirds is everywhere. The air smells of spring and I’m standing there all alone.
Suddenly, out of nowhere,a huge red ball appears and rolls slowly towards me. It’s too large to get into my mouth, although I do try…to no avail. After a few frustrating moments, I decide to push the ball with my large, classically Roman nose. This works well and I’m having fun… all by myself. I push it here… I push it there… I push it everywhere. (Gee! I sound like Dr. Seuss… don’t I?)
Unexpectedly, my ball starts to expand, like a big red balloon. It gets larger and larger… eventually it becomes bigger than my fashionable Victorian style doghouse. Suddenly… powy-zowy… it explodes!
Stay with me now… here’s where my dream gets really weird. Out of the shards of scattered ball remnants, steps the most beautiful French poodle you ever did lay your eyes on.
She had the biggest, dewiest, come hither brown eyes you could ever imagine and she’s shorn in one of those chichi Parisian, la-de-da haircuts. You know what I mean… the kind that’s bushy here… shaved there… with pink ribbons all over the place.
Even from a distance, I can smell her scent. It’s sweeter than a buttercup but it still retains the come hither essence of a dog who is willing to take a chance on animal love. She approaches me slowly, with a wiggly-wag that sends a knock-out punch to my already numb brain. She pauses for a moment and gives me a wink. She informs me, in a low seductive voice, that her name is Babette.
Hoochie-mama! Love is in the air and I’m inhaling it deeply.
My heart is thumping, like a construction worker’s jackhammer. In an attempt to impress my fantasy come true and trying to look as cool as I can, I jump up, standing proudly erect for a brief moment on my strong hind legs.
It is at this moment that her bewitching eyes leave mine and drift down to the void between my back legs… where my family jewels were once proudly housed. Babette blinks in apparent disbelief and then barks out a hearty, bitchy laugh. She pivots to leave and then… poof… she disappears in a lavender fog of lilac scented smoke. I stand there, droopy-tailed and humiliated. That’s when I wake, heart pounding and dripping in puppy sweat.
What does this all mean? Why does it feel so real? Am I cursed to live forever in the constant shame and anxiety of… whoa… there’s a frisky gray squirrel in the yard, near the birdbath! Gotta go. See ya.
Ozzie
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Caliente
People argue about things a lot…
But you all have to agree to this:
It’s hot!
Winter’s snow and cold forgot.
I’ll complain about that tomorrow…
Today, it’s hot!
Feels like a stove and I’m the teapot.
The sidewalk sizzles…
Boy, it’s hot.
The grass turns to hay on my lawn plot.
No rain for weeks…
Gee, it’s hot!
Put a dime in the air conditioner’s slot.
Painful electric bills coming…
Because it’s hot!
Hotter than Hades it’s not
But close enough…
God, it’s hot!
Stash
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Bring Me The Head of Teddy Bear
Bring me the head of Teddy Bear…
Roast his body and make it rare.
(The Queen of Toys was having a bad day.)
Ted was guilty of being, “just too cute”.
A beguiling attitude in a three piece suit.
(The Queen was offended and Ted would have to pay.)
Seized at home, while still in bed,
The Queen’s guard was sent to make him dead.
(“Terminate him quickly, with no delay!”)
With the sands of sleep still in his eye,
Teddy broke down and began to cry.
(What words of apology could he say?)
The executioners were unmoved by his sobs…
They had been sent on similar jobs.
(Their expertise would shine today.)
A farewell kiss for Mama bear…
The soldiers pulled Ted by his golden hair.
(To a dark and foreboding alleyway.)
Given a moment to say a prayer,
To his knees dropped Teddy Bear.
(Could it be that all would end in sad dismay?)
Ted always thought himself a winner.
How could he become the good Queen’s dinner?
(Was this a cruel game he was being forced to play?)
No, this wasn’t jest… no fun was intended…
The end of a life, once so splendid.
(The guards had no words of comfort to say.)
Their sword rose up… the end was swift.
All because the Queen was miffed.
(Ted’s head now decorated a silver tray.)
There was a party held that night
And Teddy’s head was the central sight.
(The last time his cuteness would be on display.)
Ted’s life was over… it had ceased
And now began the royal feast.
(A fine time was had at the festival gay.)
I guess it’s true that life’s not fair…
That happy endings are often rare.
(Poor Teddy learned this lesson the hard way.)
(End)
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Lessons In Love
Tina Turtle polished her shell.
She was looking good…
She was looking swell.
Tonight would be a special night.
She was going out
And all felt right.
Painting her nails…
And sprucing her tail…
She took extra time to shine her scales.
Edward, a snake, was going to call.
The last time she saw him…
She couldn’t recall.
Circumstances, then, were not ideal.
Things weren’t right…
Not the right feel.
But she hoped, as some time had passed,
That serpent-friend Eddy,
Had regained his class.
Edward was nice but had a bent to stray.
He’d wandered once but now
Promised to stay.
So, Tina was willing to forget and forgive.
Hoping for miracles, she would
Live and let live.
So, she primped… making herself ready
For a warm reunion with
Her former steady.
At last Edward’s advent time arrived
But sadly Tina’s hopes
Would be denied.
Something happened, that Tina had feared.
The hour grew late but
Edward never appeared.
You see, wayward snakes cannot be trusted.
Once again Tina’s heart would
Be busted.
Sometimes lessons must be learned twice:
Snakes are unscrupulous…
Turtles are nice.
Stash
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A Little Apple
A little apple, way up in the tree…
Looked down and asked, “Do you see me?”
But no one did.
Little apple grew larger but he stayed green.
Amongst the leaves, he remained unseen.
He went unobserved.
Days passed by and apple turned red.
Over and over, it was heard as he said,
“Do you see me?”
One day apple was finally found…
This was followed by a crunching sound.
The moral:
Sometimes it’s easier to keep a smile,
If you manage to maintain a low profile.
End
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