Please,be Careful


Far below where the common-folks go
Are basements and caverns and holes
Barred and chained at the top
Meant to keep prying eyes out
For the safety
of the wives and children

But curiosity kills the cat
So crafty minds pick and pry
Try to loosen chains
and unlock locks
And attempt to peek
behind the walls
That forbid the seeing.

When the maelstrom rises
And dismay abounds
When the dust has settled
And order resounds
The clear eyed sleuth
Can then clearly tell
The abyss was secured
From below, from hell.

Oh ! really?


Out the door I bounced ( and I do mean bounced ! )
For my ankle the night before had apparently been trounced
It was swollen up twice its normal girth
It fairly seemed ready a new foot to birth !

But this fact to the story is secondary
Fresh air was on my mind; now I would not tarry
So off the porch and onto the walk I fairly flew
(fairly flew because my windmilling crutches ; new

Generated enough lift for me to enter the wild blue)
Till I settled down and found my steady pace. Whew !
Ambulation with some degree of comfort I had found
When the color of money shined from its hiding spot on the ground !

Wheeling about on my planted brace
I stood looking tall over that presidential face
And my smile grew large as I imagined
All the bootie I’d buy with the executive ransom !

Quickly then I pinned the note to the grass
Lest the morning breeze carry my quarry away, alas!
And bent at the waist while reaching full out
And compressed air from my abdomen blew out with a shout

And my fingers clawed at the empty air,
I could not retrieve it; it just was not fair!
I composed myself for a moment then
And considered my next best option.

Across the way, walking up the street, a likely young kid
With his mother this morning, could surely aid me in my bid
If I could somehow grab his attention…
“Hey Mister, Whatchya doin over there ?” it seemed that now my mission

Could soon be done with the aid of my new accomplice
“Young man can you please come over here ? There is something we can accomplish.”
“Now I will raise the end of my crutch and before the wind tears away with the cash
You will have captured it in mid flight and we will have the last laugh !”

No fault in the plan could the young man see
I freed the bill and he made the grab look easy.
He jumped up with a grin and ran off to his mum calling
“Look what the “gennelmun” give me !”

Clearly !


It amazes me sometimes just how simply and directly a young mind works. I have memories of my self as a preschooler {No, I do not remember EXACTLY how old ! } busily filling the pages of a coloring book. I recall trying very hard to “stay in the lines” so that the pigments would not run together. I wanted to fill all the space on the page; I wanted to expose the air !. I recall ” wondering why ” the Crayola company did not include a clear crayon because after all, a white one wouldn’t do. [I know because I tried it ! ] Thinking back I wonder if the company did include one and I simply could not see it !

When


When did this happen ?

I do not understand what it is like to be eighteen?

I do not understand what it is like to be , my age?

I do not remember what it was like to be a teen?

I do not remember what is like to have a wife and a child ?

I do not remember what it is like to have a child grow up and enter the world “at large” ?

I do not remember what it is like to help raise a grandchild and a son-in-law?

I do not remember that I am not supposed to have an opinion ?

I am not supposed to have an opinion about anything ?

I do not remember.

i deserve a cadillac


When i hear the cries of hungry souls

the noise rips into my heart and leaves these great big holes

that i cannot fill with comfort or food

I can only wonder why the balance is so askew

when So many feel a sense of entitlement

To more than they can need or use

Why are some so overly fed

when others could use a bit of that bread

Just enough to not wake up dead