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

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.