...quiet, about a lot of things...

I drop Maggie off at school each morning. I am usually dressed in a robe and sporting bed head. It's all I can manage most days just to stay on the road and avoid hitting deer. (This morning it was a "husky" well pointed buck..but I digress)

On the way,I pass all the lawn signs. Obama. McCain. In my neck of the woods, there are lots of McCain signs.Today,I whirled by one lawn that stood out,but there was no time to lose. High school and first period waits for no woman.

I was alone on my return trip, so I slowed to take a closer look. There stood multiple McCain signs...and one poster board,hand made sign, proudly proclaiming
"OBAMA... AND FREE SPEECH" in multicolored pencil.

How I smiled!!!!

Oh, CHANGE...it is a coming! Yippee hoo!

Go OBAMA go!!!!

Bad Poetry. Sure I have written my share..but never on purpose. I have written things not in my voice...but intentionally BAD..."So BAD, it's good." Tough. Then heap on top for good measure, make it a love poem. WELL NOW.

Make A Wish,Love


How many birthday wishes
have been squandered?
candles snuffed, smoke
rendered heavy, carting
the cheap waxy pleadings.
Barbie doll blonde,
with fake red dye #5
sugar roses, promise
happiness, and luck thrown
in for good measure.

But only if bestowed
a corner piece, gaudy
with flourish,love laced
thick with sweet nothings;
tubed in abandon.
A lure to the greedy,
desperate to win any
prize. Craving it's
slick smooth taste
that coats the tongue
in surrender.The needy

are willing to swallow
the lies,devour them
whole, without chewing-
for fear of crushing
the truth, lurking
like a bitter pearl.

A Very strange workshop task indeed. Rhyme with preface......also rhyme was supposed to be subtle... but that was a little too much for me........so blatant it is. I am so blatant!


Why the Sky Is Blue and Other Dangerous Questions

The sky moves by, in fits and sputters
of grey or purple or coal miner black.
Darker for emphasis, stars as beacons.

The sky moves constantly with blue
just reflection of water. What then,
reflects in the black, I wonder?

The coal miners despair? And who supplies
the claret,murky merlot purple? Which
king dips his head in surrender?

I have met the grey before,as he mocks stars.
Those brave beacons,needing only contrast to shine.
Grey;a dull flat endless nowhere,in particular.


....

She never did believe
curiosity was conceived
to kill that cat.She disagreed

with it's very premise from the get.
To be free,released, yes, to let
go is danger fraught and yet

how thrilling! She could only dream;
to cross that path, to forge that stream
of thought and wish and will supreme.

To leave this plane of mortal piss
and cough and spew and toil, this.
Just cut it loose, with good bye kiss.

To venture where she did not know.
what lurks ahead? what troubles grow?
She'd gladly trade this earthly show

toss all grey tasks she'd known so far
to gamble on some distant star,
to throw the dice, or dodge the car.

She never did agree the cat did more
than take an odds on bet, before
banking on his lives in store.

Hers much more, a deadly game,
though it may appear the same
that damned cat, deserves the blame.

Labels: Poetry Thursday

with a pic of the girls at the Cal game. Michael took Maggie to homecoming at Cal. I stayed behind to ride in our championships..more about that later...

here now. a pic of my real trophies....GO BEARS! PS..they won!