Sat 31-Mar-07: Birthday Greeting, Bottle of wine

Birthday Greeting, Bottle of wine

When I get older (much older then now)
And have lost all my senses.

Will I still remember to call you up
Wish you sweetly and celebrate with a pop.

Happy Birthday dearie, now you're older too.
Did you remember to take you meds too?

Why the sad faces, why the dumb stares,
Was it a public farce?

It's just another day of the year
One that eventually will lose ALL it's cheer.

Will you still feed me, will you still heed me?
When I've got full blown Alzheimer's dear???

Fri 30-Mar-07: Waiting for Godot

Waiting for Godot

Hurry up and wait
Better to wait then not to go.

Or, is not going better?
Stay here, and wait for the clock to tick.

Waiting for the baysitter to come
An evening away from the kinderlacht.

I'll hurry up and pray
Pray that all is well.

Time to Go? Already?
But I was having so much fun with you.

To be continued…
Later..

Thu 29-Mar-07: Gym or Jim

Gym or Jim

Time is flexible, don’t you know?
Isn't it amazing, working out in the gym.

Jim is in the gym tonight
The gym is running after Jim.

Jim rows, but he isn’t getting far
His boat isn't leaving the shore.

His trainer tells him not to shake
If it's hips that are to quake

He starts to run, and lucky for Jim,
His treadmill is totally plugged in.

Wed 28-Mar-07: Cat-tas-trophe

Background:
In 2005, I wrote 365 poems, one per day after hearing Suzanne Lori-Parks tell how she wrote one play a day for the previous year.  Mine? Some catty, some political...

Cat-as-trophe

That darned cat. No hat on this cat.
What did he do? What didn't he see?
Amazing he is, so frustrating for me.

A small situation, a pile of trouble.
Such a nice day for a pile of rubble.
Oh that cat, what a Cat-as-trophe.

It didn’t start out that bad.
Not one whit of trouble this morn.
Oh the trouble he's borne.

You see my fish, do you not?
No? Just look in his belly, right behind that chair.
The evidence is sitting in there!

Tue 27-Mar-07: Tired at last

Tired at last

Time for bed, said his mom
Already? Opined the boy, buried in his game.
I gave you a thirty minute warning, said mom.
Okay, said the boy, after I save the game.

But Mom, you said bed at ten!
Your clock must be wrong, it's only nine now!
But thirty seconds ago you said you were tired.
And now? You have a second wind?

You do know that it doesn’t matter
How late that you stay up
Its how tired your body is
That matters the most.

Mom, is it okay if I come up
And go to bed now?
I am kind of tired now, I guess
And I can't keep my eyes open.

Mon 26-Mar-07: Just do it

Just do it

Too Tired? Just do it.
Too little time? Stop the clock.
Too much lip? Shut the mouth.
Too little help? Stop giving in.

Move it now
Seize the day
Time waits for no one
We all wait for the right one.

Still want it bad? Just do it!
Can't wait for the right time?
Maybe you're not sure.
Go ahead. Do it now!

Sun 25-Mar-07: Sad Sack (Limerick 3)

Sad Sack

Sad Sack sits in his shack
He stares at the picture in back
He wonders if his boy will come home
Thinks he, I am so, so alone
And his son is far away in Iraq

Sat 24-Mar-07: Spring into Summer

Spring into Summer

Spring weather is finally here
The abuses of winter are finally gone.

Astonishing as it seems
The earlier time changes erased its speed.

But green is better then white,
And flowers start to sprout.

Soon Pools, will come back into minds
As pumps, coils and chemicals are stirred into the brine.

Kids, jumping and yelling around
Will soon follow, sound being all around.

Then finally, summer is here
And kids all over will say, "There's 'nut'in to do, today"

And Parents all over can say,
"Go jump in the pool, for the rest of the day!"

Fri 23-Mar-07: You're to blame!

You're to blame!
Shot through the heart, and I'm to blame
Everything in life, is my fault.

Didn't clean the house, I'm to blame
I suck at life, I'm bad man.

I mix my cereals, I'm to blame
I make fatherhood; a bad game.

I can't spell, I'm to blame
My daughter says I give education, a bad name.

I'm unemployed, not enough ca$h to spare
I give manhood, a bad name.

I'm too old, got no energy
I give old age a bad name.

Thu 22-Mar-07: Limerick (2)

Said the guy to his gal, spring is here.
Said she, let's go and celebrate dear!
come down and meet me for lunch
It'll be warm, I've a hunch,
and we can have a bagel with a shmear!

Wed 21-Mar-07: Nineteen Hundred and Forty-Eight

Nineteen Hundred and Forty-Eight

A Palestinian state
Why must we wait?
We had the land in 1848
I say back to that caliphate’s state.

The ottoman empire was all Muslim, love or hate
All inhabitants, paid and waited.
Was it democracy? No way!
It was strictly, “Pay to Play”.

But World War One made this all moot
Since the British were asked to follow suit
And try and administer the land, and thus, not to loot.

An early investigation Lord Balfour did make
That Jews to Palestine, may migrate
Yet time and time again, the Arabs did kill
1919, '24, '29 the Jews, they did massacre.

in ’24, a winsome young Churchill
did appease an Arab leader, thru, and thru.
By giving half of the land for a state all brand new
This state, never before did exist.

This action, so small seeming then
Has blossomed very big again and again.
This land called trans-Jordan had never existed
Yet in 1948, it stole the all land set for us.

In ‘48, the United Nations did debate, then Declare,
Two states must exist for both Arab and Jew.
Jews everywhere celebrated the date
Yet, the Arabs STILL call that date, “THE TRADGEDY”

Now Arabs all over want a place for a state
Yet do they even accept the date of ‘Forty-Eight?
No. They still won’t accept the peace plan of 1948
Let’s start there for a change.

For all arab states to accept ‘Forty-Eight
Once accepted, no more saying, “The Tragedy”
Free trade with Israel, and finally a state.
A state on BOTH sides of the Jordan.

Yes, Jordan stole 80% of the land
That the United Nations originally planned.
It annexed all the land for it’s borders.
But now, it’s time for it to re-nounce it.

The ’48 peace plan will not be without pain.
Pain in burying the tragedy, admitting Israel
No right of return, and no sixty-seven borders.
The borders of nineteen forty-eight WILL be the state.

Pain too for Israel, one day.
For Jerusalem in whole was to be an international city
But today this can wait, till Jordan unannexes It’s land.

Then the international city debate can start
Whose record was fairer, the Jews or the Arabs?
’48-67 nearly twenty years as a record
versus 67-07, nearly double that time!

From ’48 to ’67 there was no free access.
Hotels were built on cemeteries, roads made from grave-stones.
No Jews ever saw or prayed at their wall,
The Holiest place for them at all.

But since 1967, Israel took over. Jews could then worship all over.
And Arabs could worship at their holy Mosques,
As well as Turks, Christians all over the city,
Whose record would YOU choose to defend?

SO until all the Arab states, including Saudia-Arabia
Agree to the 1948 U.N. Resolutions
No state can ever be Palestinian
Since they are only ONE state of two.

Tue 20-Mar-07: Spy vs. Spy

Spy vs. Spy

Spy vs. Spy
Shi’ia versus Sunni
Moslem versus Moslem

This is war. This is peace.
This is our future, can you say, “global war”?

Our country’s leaders declared a war
But it seems we’re the ones now besieged
Since we’ll be paying for the next fifty years.

The muslims want a global caliphate
Where all non-muslims must bow and kneel
To show their allegiance, or dead they’ll fall.

Mon 19-Mar-07: Health

Health

Thank heavens, I have my health.
So far, thank the Lord, I am “normal”.

For the moment, all is okay
But ONLY because we pay through the nose.

Our country is sick
Sicker then our government.

If our government had our health care plan
Universal care would be automatic, man!

A simple congressional health plan for all is our country’s best step forward.

But just like the last sixty years
The Republicians will fight it to their best.

But finally, even big business can see,
There’s no other way to increases employee productivity

The largest economy in the world
Is the most backwards in heal care, you see.

But if we move health care out of business
And into the government

Many more citizens would have coverage
And les children would go uncovered.

Once no longer the responsibility
Of business, up goes productivity

And millions of formerly uncovered
Will then rest at night, refreshed.


This, I pray will soon come to be
We our country needs this so desparately!

Sat 17-Mar-07: Kick me, Kick me

Kick me, Kick me

Did someone just paste
A sign saying, kick-me on my back?
Discomfort, as usual
The beast, again is unleashed.

Discussions over breakfast
About politics, government, and lawyers
Swiftly give way to violence
When career advice is given

Blissful silence follows
At least I can write
While my body relaxes
And stops shuddering at its plight.

Fri 16-Mar-07: Untitled (Limerick)

Untitled--

I Once knew a gal way down south.
Whose driver stopped off at his house.
He slipped out of gear,
And said pardon me dear.
As a curse slipped out of his mouth.


This is my FIRST (ever) Limerick.. Please be kind!

Thu 15-Mar-07: Multitudes

Multitudes

Many face the implausible
Few face the impossible,
And fewer still can overcome it.

Life and its challenges will never stop
Can a simple person ever keep up?
Quite quite dicey, so it seems.

Time is one key problem
Space is another one
Both quite difficult to overcome

One I Missed: 1/16/07 The Dead (a song for the dixie chicks)

I can't believe I forgot to post this. putting on the BLOG TOO

Anyone out there write music? I'd love to have this set to music, and wrote it that way!..

Tuesday 16-Jan-07: The Dead

The Dixie Chicks had it right
They were just too early for most of us
But they nailed it right on the head.
They saw how many of our boys and girls would soon be dead.

Chorus:
It's just time to restore our country
We've just removed the blindfolds,
And we see the blood, and all the gore,
and what's left of our democracy
Swallowed by the shadows of so-called, "presidential authority"

We're in a war, that'll last forever.
Started by a madman, worse then Pol-Pot.
A draft he denied, yet our kids will be in line.
To support our bases in the middle of Camp Iraqi in 2049

"W" smoked pot, and drove drunk,
Did coke, and ditched the draft
Yet military experience? he had none
Now we'll all pay for his bit of fun.

Country Music fans dumped on the Chicks,
Turns out they were all just a bunch of hicks. (pricks)
Now, three years later, the country's all agreed.
We're not gonna take it, now we're just peeved.

Chorus:
It's just time to restore our country
We've just removed the blindfolds,
And we see the blood, and all the gore,
and what's left of our democracy
Swallowed by the shadows of so-called, "presidential authority"

Water torture Cheney says is fine
Spying on citizens isn't a crime
Claims of Nine-Eleven not withstanding
You gotta wonder who last man will be standing.

Cheney, and Bush (43) need to get out now.
And maybe Pelosi (44) will pardon them somehow.
Before the UN War Crimes Tribunal locks the cell on their toes into Abu-Graves

Chorus:
It's just time to restore our country
We've just removed the blindfolds,
And we see the blood, and all the gore,
and what's left of our democracy
Swallowed by the shadows of so-called, "presidential authority"

Yes, citizens of our country
It's time for us to all agree.
We’re stuck inside this illegal war
But now how do we proceed, indeed.

Now our troops still need our help oh Lord.
They are far from home, and hardly bored.
They're stuck out there in harms way
Praying they'll survive yet another day.

Chorus:
It's just time to restore our country
We've just removed the blindfolds,
And we see the blood, and all the gore,
and what's left of our democracy
Swallowed by the shadows of so-called, "presidential authority"

Just how do you stop a war
That never should have come?
We broke it bad, now needs fixing
Idea: Let's send Paul Wolfowitz out to BAGDAD, with a AK-47.

The UN never approved the war,
and them Bush just ignored.
Now we need an Arab Army
Yet them, Bush STILL ignores.

Iran and North Korea now both have new nukes
And again he screws up diplomacy
And soon Iran he'll try and shoot.

Our fifteen year olds will have to know
A Draft for them is Real.
Three years in the army, or instead in cities big
Service will stink big time, but this time all is fair.

Wed 14-Mar-07: Kittty Sleep

Kittty Sleep

What? Why would I want to move?
Oh. You want to get up?
Very well, I’ll get off of you.

Owner, you don’t need to worry
I’ll let you live here too.
I’m much happier when someone’s here
To take care of mee---oooh.

Life’s a breeze when you’re a cat.
Find a chair, take a nap.
Nibble some food, sip some water
Rest, and then start all over.

It’s quite a life, I do admit
I sit and look, then strech, strech, nap.
Time to rest, till you go to bed
Yawn, sigh, and nicey nap!.

Mon 12-Mar-07: Ronnie Rules

Ronnie Rules
I grew up with Ronnie Spector and the Ronettes.
Tonight, they are inducted into the Rock 'n Roll Hall of Fame.

So won't you please, Be my, be my baby.
Be my little baby, My one and only baby

Say you'll be my darling, Be my, be my baby
Be my baby now, My one and only baby.

Twas a difficult life, finally marrying Phil Spector in 1968,
Yet, like in life, breaking up was hard to do,
but they knew, that they were thru

Some say, that this is the end, but we really know
That this is just a new beginning

Now Ronnie has her life, as a wife, mom, and now
The acknowledgment that it was her, and not only Phil.

Her Ex is STILL a genius, however, now we know
That bi-polar disorder can disrupt and even kill.

Or in Phil's case, he killed,
and needs to be caged.

It's a thrill, to see Ronnie Rule
especially since Ronnie has full control this time.

Finally, her material, arrangements, and even production are hers.
Not some lunatic on trial for murder.

Sun 11-Mar-07: Ode to Joy

Ode to Joy


This is written to the one I love,
This is for the one whose days I share.

Once upon a time, I was too stupid to know
What I needed to do, what was needed to show.

But over the years, you've taught me
How to see; and how to be.

What can I say that can help ease the pain
of growing another year wiser, yet ever still older.

Except to say, that through the years, you can still
Laugh and giggle at me and say "you're still older then me, hee hee".

Interestingly, are recent contents of our home's mailbox
Seems now, we're listed as interested in retirement property.

Our kids? One's gone and older then dirt at twenty-two.
The other? We want to sell, dirt cheap!

'tis never-ending tsuris and pain
But together, we've been able to avoid the rain.

Is it time to quit?
Or are we just so old, that we have to stop, and sit?

Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you,
From an Old fool, to my happy dearest.

Sat 10-Mar-07: I’ve got plenty o’ nothing

I’ve got plenty o’ nothing

I’ve got plenty o’ nothing
And nothing’s got plenty of me.

Oh, I have plenty of trouble
And trouble’s my other name.

Oh, I’ve got lots of sunshine
But the snow here’s got me in a big frown.

Oh I have plenty of children
Thou my children have too much of me.

I have lots of computers
And sometimes they just pnn me!

I have way too much free time
But my free time is over for me.

I have way too much work now,
But work is too much for me.

Fri 09-Mar-07: Pop goes the Wolfowitz *

Pop goes the Wolfowitz *

Around and round the Washington wonks
The Wolfowitz did crawl
And said he once, and said to all
Iraq, we need her OIL.

For Sadaam Hussein is an Evil Guy
Just like a little weasel
And 'cause he needs to eventually fall
We might as well take his oil.

Now we can't get in there today
Because he hates our guts.
But since we want to play with his oil
Saadam he needs to fall.

Oh, we got the goods on Sadaam
OK, so we cooked the books.
Who cares that we cooked the evidence,
Sadaam, we wants his oil.

Now boss bush he said he wants that oil
And if Sadaam should happenen to fall
The world would not cry too much
Exxon she needs his oil.

So Wolfowitz searched for some WMD
And failed to find a-one.
But weasels figured out how to fudge them
And Bush he got his oil.

Now Wolfowitz forgot to plan
On how to end the war
He thought that once Saadam was gone again
That they'd give up all their oil.

But unlike most rats he forgot to plan,
An escape route to his nest.
And now the USA is stuck in here
As a totally unwelcome guest.

* Sing-able to the tune of "Pop Goes the weasel", like the weasel that he is!

Thu 08-Mar-07: A Phone tap

A Phone tap
A wrist slap, a phone tap
A red flag from the ref.
Time out for unfair play
Said the Ref to Alberto today.

You started with "un"torture
As the lawyer to the President of the USA.
You topped that by saying water's fine
If You were wanted by the CIA.

You went on by modifying the US Patriot Act
By slipping in a few quick last minute "facts".
No legislators were in on this bait and switch act
And now looks like you gonna get 'jacked.

Extraordinary rendition sounds just yucky
And is even worse if the CIA catches you.
You routed them across the world to break them
And even gave them a world view.

But Alberto, you forgot a few facts,
You no longer work for the President
You’re the chief law enforcer for the US of A.
Really looks like you're gonna get the AXE.

Looks like this spring will be the LAST one you see
From beautiful downtown Washington DC
For if the wind is true to what's coming
A twister 'be blowing you past the ole Mississippi.

Wed 07-Mar-07: By the lake

By the lake

Spring has Sprung,
Here in Lake Woebegone.

Even there, out past O'hare
And do you know that

In D.C., they've banned Court TV?
A new lineup and name, I do forsee.

But in D.C., the Dems try to show restrain
As they see Roberto writhe, and dance in pain.

But, as spring as sprung,
I feel so dumb, 'cause I did not know

That the Brits, made a mock-u-mentary
Of an alternative reality.

Where "43" says, "goodbye cruel world",
And Dicky boy says, "Yes, I rule!"

And our liberties, or what's left of them
Get taken to the cleaners, under his men.

This amazing movie's on DVD right now
But I still just wonder how

That no USA movie rights were sold,
For the movie, "Death of A President", be told.

And I wonder how our rights survive
When censorship is just in overdrive.

A movie with such dramatic pretense missing
From the press, the media, from all events.

Whatever happened to freedom of speech?
Or maybe it's really time to just impeach.

Tue 06-Mar-07: Springtime

Springtime
The Ice is slowly thawing
Soon, insurgents will be out clawing.

Now our rifles aren't shooting,
Soon our hummers will be out rooting

Spring has sprung. Afghanistan's fine
Bagdad is peaceful, wait – that's some mighty strong wine!

Like our brothers in Bagdad, we're under-deployed here.
We haven’t the numbers nor even the commitment.

The President and his boys rushed us in then out here.
Without proper weapons, training, tools, or the like.

Now we try and try to rebuild the country here,
With all the bombs, with which we still need to deal

Politics must also be considered
'cause like Iraq, force alone, just won't do.

But at least the weather's not freezing
Or hot, like summer's icky stew.

Now, all we need to fear is the Taliban,
Whose fighters now go fighting in their turbans.

Maybe by this time next year, we'll be home, I pray
So family so precious, can again grow and play.

Mon 05-Mar-07: Red versus Blue

Red versus Blue
The rebels versus the union – No wait, I forgot
That was almost seven score ago.

The Blue versus the Red, 'wot's that all about?
Is it the poor versus the rich?

Is it the abled, versus the disabled?
Or College grads versus everyone else?

Can someone tell me when our land morphed into
The religious versus everyone else?

Now our constitution says plainly
Separate all church from the state here.

So why and why do we have so much politics
About Red (religion) versus Blue (everyone else)?

I'd swear it was almost a plot form the Trotskys
To overthrow our democracy.

By starting small, and then going bigger
Their religion it seems, starts to interfere onto me.

So take your red states, and ou too, all you zealots
And travel back to old Europe now.

And bring your religions ideas to the shores
Where the faith has a state.

Sun 04-Mar-07: Presidential Knowledge

Presidential Knowledge

Presidential Knowledge, is it an oxymoron?
Could be, she opined at the bar,
As she asked for one more to pour on.

First nine-eleven, then the patriot act
Invading two countries, on made up pretensions
Leaving our country the laughing-house of all.

No WMD, no NUK-U-LEAR arms
Now Scooter's guilty of perjury
Leaving Dick Cheney a crying for alms.

Scooter fell on his sword very nice for his boss
Devoted he is, as well he should be.
Now Dick need to take his sword for HIS boss too

And Roberto, although Hispanic is he
Must resign now, before he is impeached
FBI, Patriot Acct, and 'un'torture he unleashed.

And yet our president seems ready to unleash a new war
'gainst Iran – Oh no, we've been here before.
Yet military strength is no more at the ready.

Former Secretary defense Donny and Vice President Dickey
Both Cronies, plotted and squandered our wealth
Our military to private contractors, they honored.

Leaving us with no cooks, no laundry,
No GI washed Pajamas
Just Halliburton, mercenaries, and lots of new bills.

Now the military 'cant shoot without their support aides
And billions and billions of US defense aid.
Goes Right into the coffers of Halliburton's Barhain based ExPats.

It's time for the Democrats to start cleaning our houses.
Starting with Dick, then George, and then the contractors.
And restore the cooks, and soldiers we now know we need.

Yes, pain we'll have for the next twenty years
As we re-start the draft to get all the manpower
That currently we subcontract and pay for.

When we redo the draft, we need to take good care of
Our new civilian army, and its dependents too
We'll need to have a spot for service to our country too.

A three year service corp, of army or city
Will help after High School, for all our young teens.
This time, Higher ed, will just have to wait though.

Till all our "Youte" have served for their country.
As soldiers, or teachers, or just fixing things.
And then will come back and enroll them to study.

And maybe then, this will help in the cities.
Poverty may be just chiseled away.
And our kids will have at least learned a trade.

Now Crime in the cities, and gangs in particular
Are one of the worst things we can do to our kids now
This program, I hope will help to re-educate them.

Now service is painful, yet can be rewarding
Starting in five years, would all eighteen year olds go
Into the army or city, till they hit twenty-one.

This five year period would grant us all some time
To adjust to this change, so significant
And this, in my closing, I wish you a farewell.

Our future will be brighter, our kids will be learning
Our Army fully staffed, and our cities, cleaner
And all will be forgiven between red and blue

Fri 02-Mar-07: Stubborn IS

Stubborn IS
(hummed to the tune of I am the walrus [Lennon/McCarthy])

Stubborn is as stubborn does
Unlike Forrest Gump, stubborn sucks.

Stubborn people just don't get it.
Stubborn people versus other people seems to say:

I am me and we are me and I am all together
You are wrong, and I am right and I don’t care what you say.

'Cause I wont listen. Won't Listen.
Can't Listen. No Control.

So argue all you want but my mind's totally closed.
It's fruitless.

You may be my boss or teacher, but I just don't care.
I'm stubborn.

You may want to compromise
But I still will say never.

Why would I compromise? I am always right.
Even if you're in charge, I am never wrong.

I cannot admit defeat, compromises never possible.
Doesn't matter how painful, I will never give in.

Even if I'm wrong, I just cannot admit it.
I push myself into a corner, paint myself into it.

Once I am cornered, watch out for my temper.
I realize I'm out of control, but I just can't stop it.

So if you back off now, I will eventually give in
But damned if you push it, it will start all over.

So just let me do this quietly, and calmly
Later on, I may even apologize.

Thu 01-Mar-07: Time is Short

Time is Short

Tempis Fugit. Time flies.
Our inner child wants to soar.
But the world around us just roars and roars.

We rush, rush, rush, when growing up.
Then we wish, wish, wish, could just stop the clock
But time goes so slow, when you're just so.

Childhood sucks when you're growing up
When do they become the good 'ole days?
How do we define what was swell?

My days grow slightly shorter
My wishes grow longer and longer
My lofe continues to be fuller.

Time keeps on slipping, into the future.
Tempis fugit. Forever and ever.
Time is Precious. Forever.