My daughter clutched her dusty, dark literature text, dutifully studying poems for her final exam. Her assignments were to memorize two poems daily, answer five questions at the end of each poem, and correctly spell onomatopoeia and assonance.
“I hate it now, mom. You know, poetry I mean. It’s ruined now, mom, by that teacher.”
I handed her my newly purchased lottery tickets to scratch and shut her door.
I wonder how she’ll know (she who found metaphors in tricycles, cakes, candles) words’ Sistine Chapels or spoken Fifth Symphonies? How will she know (she who chanted in rhyming couplets before sentence or paragraphs) the metrical march of language or the sounds of silver wings skimming surfaces of streams, stems and silence?
And how can I return to her Poetry’s Soul, its sustaining use after this butchering, this well-planned lesson in child abuse?
(Sorry, not a fun limerick.) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
live not in fear
live not in fear my child. do not let masters break you of your love. for poets express the heart, love that is lost, week sprit and tortured souls. if you love is true? then like all love, you must embrace in fierce defense of your love.
Go you must, read, read Let this love drive you.
they are calling you. read the words. Wordsworth - English Romantic poet. Dickinson, Emily-an American poetess Keats, John -English Romantic. remember poets are an international group. They are not defined, they just are. Let no master break the heart. My child embrace your love.
If google is correct, it appears that North American, the U.K and most of Europe do observe Daylight Savings time. There is a push in the U.S. to keep it year around.
DAYLIGHT SAVINGS TIME
Five a.m. was really four. No wonder streets were lighted by the moon cresting roofs like the flap of a white envelope. Morning birds, confused by the pavement slap of early joggers, serenaded a still sleeping sun.
The moon forgot, illuminating curb-huddled sprinkler streams jammed with cigarette butt boats and candy wrappers clogging man-made drains, to adjust to Our Time.
Soon the sun’s fisted rays pounded the moon behind our Horse Heaven Hills. He sank, reluctant, powerless like a dull thumb tack pushed into a bulletin board. But he smiled, knowing in spite of Spring-forward, Fall-back digital alarms, tonight he’d light again.
Still waiting for my other poet buddies in this thread to return.
When I told the wife I was going out for a pack of cigarettes. By the time I came back, she had remarried and had 5 kids. I knocked on the door. Hi, I said. What's new? She pointed across the room. I saw 5 Kids ages 10 to 3 years of age. Gee! I see you kept yourself pretty active. She looked at me and said "Well! did you get your smokes"? I gave a smirky smile "sure, do you want one?" Na! my husband Joe smoked 24/7.
So were's JOE? He went to get another pack after the last kid came home.
Gee that's rough.
I know, I know. but that's the way it goes. So what are you doing? Nothing I said.
When I told the wife I was going out for a pack of cigarettes. By the time I came back, she had remarried and had 5 kids. I knocked on the door. Hi, I said. What's new? She pointed across the room. I saw 5 Kids ages 10 to 3 years of age. Gee! I see you kept yourself pretty active. She looked at me and said "Well! did you get your smokes"? I gave a smirky smile "sure, do you want one?" Na! my husband Joe smoked 24/7.
So were's JOE? He went to get another pack after the last kid came home.
Gee that's rough.
I know, I know. but that's the way it goes. So what are you doing? Nothing I said.
Want to stay? she asked.
I said. "I guess I owe one, ok"
Besides, I quit smoking.
Dogbelle, you're the Mickey Spillane of this thread.
Kind of late, but I've been on a Die Hard binge lately, especially the new score CD collection, and somehow Ghost Riders In The Sky (Jones) popped into my head, so here goes nothing, I guess. I neither like nor use profane language (much), but in keeping with the spirit of the film, I've used pseudo-crude lyrics, with apologies. To the tune of the aforementioned song.
The "Die Hard" Song
There was a man named John McClane from the NYPD. He rode out to Los Angeles for his wife’s work par-ty. But he never dreamed he’d need his skills to help him save the day, He only hoped to see the town and maybe his wife, lay.
“Yippee ki-yay, m*ther*cker!” Hard is how you will Die!
Hans Gruber and his buddies came to rob Nakato-mi, Six hundred mil in bearer bonds were in the safe, you see. They’d use whatever means to get what they had come there for; Hans blew a hole in Takagi’s head, and left him on the floor!
“Yippee ki-yay, m*ther*cker!” Hard is how you will Die!
John capped a bunch of Hans’ men and spoiled all of his fun. He taunted Hans with “Ho-Ho-Ho, now I have a machine gun”! Hans thought that he could take out John or at least him outwit; But John, he turned the tables fast and Hans’ plan was sh*t!
“Yippee ki-yay, m*ther*cker!” Hard is how you will Die!
So, coke-head Ellis tried his luck to get out of this fuss. He bargained with those jerks and then threw John under the bus. But John, he wasn’t fool enough to fall for Harry’s lies; And Ellis earned a bullet hole, right in between the eyes!
“Yippee ki-yay, m*ther*cker!” Hard is how you will Die!
Dear Holly, she stood up to Hans until he pulled his gun. He should have known that that stunt would cause him to be undone. John hid a Glock behind his back as he came in the door. And shot a hole thru Hans Gruber and dropped him thirty floors!
“Yippee ki-yay, m*ther*cker!” Hard is how you will Die!
Hans thought that he could score a haul and make off in a flash. But he learned John was greater than him and his Euro-trash. For even tho they thought they had a good, bullet-proof plan, Yes, tho they far outnumbered John, he had them all outmanned!
“Yippee ki-yay, m*ther*cker!” Hard is how you will Die!
I actually came up with this one back in December when we got a big snowstorm and our power was off for several days. In my neck of the woods forget about snowplows clearing the roads, we just pray for a quick melt. Anyway, if you've had to deal with driving on icy roads in rural areas, enjoy! - Again, pardon the pseudo foul language. To the tune of (I Can't Get No) Satisfaction (Richards/Jagger)
Traction (I Can't Get No)
I can’t get no g*damned traction! I can’t get no g*damned traction! Though I’ve tried, and I’ve tried, and I’ve tried, and I’ve tried; I can’t get no, I can’t get no!
Well, I’m drivin’ in my car, Cause I gotta get to work, you know. I’m sick of this effin’ snow! Boss said, “No workie, no get checkie”! I’d like to wring his friggin’ neckie! I can’t get no, No, no, no!
Hey, hey, hey! Snow, go away!
I can’t get no g*damned traction! I can’t get no g*damned traction! Though I’ve tried, and I’ve tried, and I’ve tried, and I’ve tried; I can’t get no, I can’t get no!
Slidin’ backwards down this hill! And the guy behind me’s blowin’! His horn so loud at me! So, do I back into him or hit the ditch?! This snow drivin’ is a b*tch! I can’t get no, No, no, no!
Hey, hey, hey! Snow, go away!
I can’t get no g*damned traction! I can’t get no g*damned traction! Though I’ve tried, and I’ve tried, and I’ve tried, and I’ve tried; I can’t get no, I can’t get no!
Well, I finally made it in! After a-slidin’ here, and a-slidin’ there, And my boss he calls me now - and tells me; “Brotha, take a snow day, stay home with pay”! Just sleep in, see you in a couple of days!” I can’t get no, No, no, no!
Hey, hey, hey! Snow, go away!
I can’t get no, I can’t get no! I can’t get no, I can’t get no! I can’t get no, I can’t get no…
Always liked that Jaggar song. Got up this morning and it was 5 degrees. That is amazingly cold for my area. I pray to my furnace to not crash. Lots of snow last Monday, and there is another storm coming here on Friday.
Always liked that Jaggar song. Got up this morning and it was 5 degrees. That is amazingly cold for my area. I pray to my furnace to not crash. Lots of snow last Monday, and there is another storm coming here on Friday.
If you or your kids grew up with Sesame Street, you'll remember the classic The People In Your Neighborhood (Moss). If not, then here's a refresher:
So, here I go again, with apologies.
The Creepos In Your Neighborhood
Oh, oh, who are the creepos in your neighborhood? In your neighborhood, in your neighborhood? Oh, who are the creepos in your neighborhood? The folks you fear to meet each day?
It’s not very hard to spot a meth-head ; Most of them look like the walking dead. With their black teeth and the sores all on their skin. No, their diet ain’t what makes them thin!
Oh, who are the creepos in your neighborhood? In your neighborhood, in your neighborhood? Oh, who are the creepos in your neighborhood? The folks you fear to meet each day?
Oh, a pimp, he is the kind of dude Who treats his women really rude. If he finds one of his “Hoes” has fled, Then he will go upside they head!
Oh, who are the creepos in your neighborhood? In your neighborhood, in your neighborhood? Oh, who are the creepos in your neighborhood? The folks you fear to meet each day?
Well, a sex-offender, now, be warned, Is a guy who likes some kiddie porn. Listen, kid, if he come on to you, Scream and run away is what you do!
Oh, who are the creepos in your neighborhood? In your neighborhood, in your neighborhood? Oh, who are the creepos in your neighborhood? The folks you fear to meet each day?
Now, a hooker is a gal who will Take your money and give you a thrill! She will “put out” for just any jerk, She may be why daddy’s “late from work”!
Oh, who are the creepos in your neighborhood? In your neighborhood, in your neighborhood? Oh, who are the creepos in your neighborhood? The folks you fear to meet each day?
Well, there’s one creep that I nearly missed. Known as today’s modern “Journalist”. They can slander, libel, almost anyone. And there’s not too much that can be done.
Oh, who are the creepos in your neighborhood? In your neighborhood, in your neighborhood? Oh, who are the creepos in your neighborhood? They’re folks you fear to meet, so, you should avoid the street! They’re the folks you fear to meet each day!
