A Timely Observation

Happy 4th of July to you all. In this poem I try to capture the obvious and give it a bit of the Stash perspective. Stash

An Understatement

You know what?
It’s hot.
Hot.
Hot.
Hot
Boy, we’ve got hot…
We’ve got hot a lot.

There are those who scream their warning
About this… the result of global warming
But then there’re others, who say it’s not…
They say it’s cyclical… this hot we’ve got.

Folks can debate the current weather
And they’ll never, ever get together
But there’s one thing certain that I know…
Hot’s way better than shoveling snow.

Stash

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Unnecessary

Hi Folks. Having been an elementary school teacher for 30+ years, there has been one thing that has plagued my mind and troubled my soul. I hope that by writing this poem, I will rid myself of this unwanted companion. Stash

Twenty-six Minus Two

Why do we need the letter Q?
I think KW will nicely do.
The same can be said for the letter C.
S and K are enough for me.

Countless items we can do without…
Politicians, hemorrhoids, sauerkraut.
There may be things that I have missed….
But you can take Q and C from that list.

Stash

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Perspective

Hi, My Friends,

For those, who think I’ve gone all heavy and socially aware in my writings, here’s a lighter offering. Within this poem, you may find a glaring lapse of grammar. I know… I know… but anything for the rhyme. Stash

The Other Side of the Garden Wall

Said little snail to the worm beside him,
“I wish I had mouse
Then I could ride him.”

“I’d be able to travel from here to there…
In the blink of an eye…
As fast as the air.”

“There’s a great big world I’m wanting to see.
There’s excitement and adventure
Just waiting for me.”

This revelation caught worm off guard,
As he was content exploring
His own backyard.

Said squiggly worm:

“What you’re looking for can be found right here.
If you leave, all you’ll discover
Is disappointment, I fear.”

But snail’s yearning could not be dissuaded.
He found a spry mouse
And his trip… he made it.

He travelled north, south, east and west,
Putting his theory
To the test.

He journeyed to where the grass looked greener.
But what looked so fat
Turned out much leaner.

Folks were the same wherever he roamed.
His eyes wide opened,
Snail returned home.

He wanted to share what he had found
But the garden was empty
There was no sound.

Worm had gone on a surprise fishing jaunt.
Something he didn’t need.
Something he didn’t want.

A foot, a shovel… and he was took.
Wiggling and squiggling
On a pointy hook.

This story has a moral buried within.
Whether at home or away…
Sometimes you just can’t win.

Stash

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Channeling Andy Rooney

Hi friends. I don’t know what got into me but here’s a lengthy exposition of some recent thoughts of Stash. It’s fairly lengthy and written in prosaic form. There are no rhymes. Give it a go and see what y’all think. Stash

Lasso The Unicorn

It’s been in the news a lot lately…
But I’m a bit confused.
U-m-m-m,
Let me begin…

Statistics show that fifty percent
Of new marriages will fail.
That’s a sad fact…
But it’s a reality nonetheless.
It’s also true that
More folks are choosing
To live together
Without the benefit of
A certificate of marriage.
“Living in sin.”, as it was once called.
According to the Census Bureau,
Cohabitation increased by 88%
Between the years of 1990 and 2007.
Just look at Kurt Russel and Goldie,
Brad Pitt and Angie…
But those are celebrities…
There are many many more “regulars”
Who are doing the very same.
Some regard marriage as
An outdated, cultural rite.
One that’s expensive and unnecessary.
It’s passé, they might say.

OK, OK… times change.
Values change.
That’s the way things go.
You don’t have to like it
But you do have to accept it.
And this seems to be
What most folks have done.
Most people don’t even blink at such a notion…
Even when their own progenies
Enter into such arrangements.
This evolution of attitude has extended
To the family unit itself.
Unmarrieds are having children.
Single, “on their own people”…
Both men and women…
Without the benefit of marriage,
Are also having/adopting children.

So far, I haven’t gotten
To my moment of bewilderment.
Thanks for your patience…
Here it comes.

Marriage seems to have been relegated
to the Rosa Parks, back seat position
Of our minds.
Do it if you want…
Don’t do it if you don’t.
No big deal.
It’s an option
And, without much import,
It’s merely tinsel
On the relationship tree.

So…

“The Gays” want to get married now!
President Obama has finally come out
Of his “politically best interest closet”
And has given his luke warm “Amen”
To this proposition.

Arrgh! Jeez! Oy Vey!!

All of a sudden, the kah-kah has hit the fan.

You’d think that someone had proposed
That nuns should kill puppies on Good Friday.
“It’s against the Bible!” they bellow.
“It’s an act against God.” they roar.
“It will erode the fabric of our society.”
“We-e-e-e-’re doomed, if this is allowed!”

Hey!
What am I missing?

The same folks,
Who have marginalized marriage…
Who have nudged it into vague and hazy obscurity…
Who have made matrimony into a nice
But dispensable ritual,
Now want to make marriage into a private club.
They want to restrict its membership.

I don’t understand.

These folks simultaneously
Proclaim marriage as outdated
And unnecessary
But, at the same time,
They decree the holy sanctity
Of this cornerstone of civilized society.

On a “technicality”, this congregation
Would deny loving and committed couples.
The legal ability to do what so many others
Consider a mere afterthought.
They have become righteous crusaders,
And march to prevent
Otherwise devoted and caring partners
From lawfully tying the knot.

This group of Rainbow People…
“The marrying kind”
Represent a true minority…
Not one of sexual orientation
But one of a select number
Who respect, value and hunger for
The validation that comes from
A legally sanctioned marriage.

I guess this contradiction
Of thought and action,
By many “straights”…
This coupling of apathy
With religious outrage…
Is what confuses me.
It doesn’t seem to make sense.
But in living life,
What does?

Stash

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Claire’s Paradox

Oh my gosh! I published this poem and one of my good friends and (loyal fan) read it and replied, “You’re picking on mothers and this weekend is Mother’s Day”!” Oops! My bad. I did not mean to malign the institution of motherhood… the timing was purely accidental. H-m-m-m, what would Freud say? Stash

Little Claire

Said little Claire, sitting in her high kitchen chair,
“I dislike carrots, peas and all veggies strained.”
“I want mommy’s dinner!” she angrily complained.

While there was flair to farina in her hair,
Claire cajoled her mother in attempt urge her
To share a Pepsi, her fries and cheese burger.

Claire whimpered and whined as her mother dined.
The sweet soda, the crispy fries, the burger rare…
In Claire’s mind, life seemed so very unfair.

Right now, although this may appear to be so,
Fret not impatient child who loudly shouts…
Very soon, situations will do their turnabout.

Mother will be old and you’ll have your parole.
You’ll dine nightly on spareribs and creamy coleslaw,
While mom will sip sup through an Ensure straw.

One day you’ll be a wife in this circle of life…
You’ll have sweet babes of your own,
And they’ll argue with you until they’re grown.

Go ahead, scream little Claire, from your tall chair…
But not about what food’s being served today…
About what’s inevitable and heading your way.

Stash

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Archives ’91

I still haven’t gotten the muse to write anything new. Perhaps the well has gone dry. In any event, here’s another from my archives. This poem is an homage of sorts to Jacques Brel and is what a few of my dear friends would call a “slit your wrists” poem. It’s a bit sad but I like it, so here it is. Stash

Henri The Elder ’91

Henri, the elder, sat in the park
He did this on a daily basis.
He remained there until the dark…
Taking his rest and observing faces.

So old but once very young…
Full of vigor and youthful ideals.
Now he sought only the warmth of the sun,
Existing from meal to solitary meal.

Each morning Henri sat upon his bench,
Tossing crumbs to his pigeon friends.
Even in a cloud burst’s drench,
He’d remain quietly until day’s end.

What Henri enjoyed most of all
Was to be amongst the children.
Full of future, so very small…
Fatigue never seemed to still them.

Recollections of the past returned
As he observed them at their play.
It was for his youth that Henri yearned
And the happy times that did not stay.

It was a glorious time of life and love.
A time that, sadly, could not last.
Summer days with no clouds above…
These were the reflections of his past.

As a youth, there was no tomorrow.
Passion and energy surrounded him always.
There was never a glimmer of sorrow.
Never the long, dark lonesome hallways.

Henri’s days then were bright and sunny.
The nights were luscious and warm.
Life’s desserts were as sweet as honey…
Love was his umbrella to the storm.

But the years quickly drifted by.
Henri realized that he had grown old.
His good friends had, in turn, died.
Nearly all of his stories had been told.

One day soon, there will come a time
When Henri’s bench will be untended.
Sadly, no one will observe the sign
Announcing that Henri’s stay had ended.

The children will still gather to play
And the hungry pigeons will continue to come .
Tomorrow will be another sunny day…
Henri’s brief stay will have been done.

Stash

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From The Archives ’91:

Hi, my friends. Yeah I know it’s been a long time since I’ve spoken to you all. For whatever the reason, I haven’t had the itch to write anything new. Hopefully my lethargy will pass but until then, here’s an oldie from the 90’s. Stash

You Can’t Win A Race

You can’t win a race
Unless you run fast.
It doesn’t take much
If you wanna be last.

But who wants to be last?

Things can’t be good and
At the same time be bad.
It’s hard to be happy
When you’re feelin’ sad…

But try. Be optimistic. Try.

Without the dark,
You can’t know the bright.
When things get loose,
You gotta hold tight.

What else are you gonna do?

Shoes wear out and
Money you’ll spend
But your wallet is fat
If you’ve got a good friend.

Uh huh.

Stash

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Belated

A good friend of mine noted a glaring holiday omission on my part. By special request, here’s a belated Valentine offering… one that I’ve dug from the dark musty catacombs of my poetry archives.

Said Barney Bear to sweet Bernice

Said Barney Bear to sweet Bernice,
“Won’t you come home with me?”
“Fuzzy mama, you look so fine…
Come and be my Valentine?”

Said Bernice, in a manner coy,
“You really are the cutest boy…
And even though you have no money,
You sure know how to spread my honey.”

Said Barney Bear, with tail upright,
“We can kiss and cuddle all the night.
Come… I’ll give you what you need…
Let’s join together in love’s sweet deed.”

Said Bernice, with a slight bear-blush,
“Let’s travel to your lair in a rush.
At the risk of sounding way too easy,
I can’t wait for you to squeeze me.”

Love’s tune consisted of growling sounds…
Their furry love knew no bounds.
The evening was filled with passionate hugs…
Together, they formed a single bear rug.

This was the start of their love affair…
The time that Barney bear dared to care.
Barney was by the love bug bitten…
This was the day Bernice was smitten.

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From the Archives: 1991

This poem was written about a little girl that I once knew. She’s now grown to be a fine young woman but I’m glad to report… though she’s a bit taller, a bit older, a bit more mature… she’s still the same in many of the ways that really count.

For Danielle

Hi, little flower growin’ in a pot.
I just gotta ask you…
What’s what?

Hi, little bird sittin’ in a tree.
Do me a favor…
Please sing for me.

Hi, tiny cricket crawlin’ on the ground.
I was just wonderin’…
Why do you make that sound?

Hi, summer breeze, blowin’ my hair.
You’re mussin’ it up…
But I don’t care.

Hi, sun shinin’ high in the sky.
You look so yummy…
Like a big lemon pie.

Hi Dad…. why you slammin’ the door?
Oh?! Sure, right away…
I’ll get to the chores.

I didn’t forget…
Really.

Stash

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Irony

The Unjust Paradox of Existence

At my age I’ve changed my focus
From becoming upper class and wealthy.
I’ve set, for myself, a more sensible goal….
Becoming slimmer and a bit more healthy.

So, I’ve been counting my calories
And watching what I have for dinner.
I walk my dog for miles each day
But it’s only my hair that seems to get thinner.

Ironic, isn’t it?

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