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Post by rogesgallery on Dec 28, 2010 5:01:32 GMT -5
I like your Wednesday poem, Mike. It smells like Wednesday. I thought it smelled like something else. Your dead dog poem was great. Makes me want to do better on my next poem. The problem I have right now is that I have no inspiration. My life is just to damn good. I need some misery to inspire me to write from the heart. It's hard to be good when one is a contented cow. The best I can do is equivalent to: Life is good All is understood My wife loves me And I love her The Cat looks good In her shinny clean fur Or The smell of lavender Is in the air Like a tranquilizer It makes me smile Like a lucky Johnny Weissmuller Swimming the miracle mile Yuck! Mike So ahhhhhhhhhhhh Mikey ya lookin fer some misery eh buddy? Ya shoulda said somtin man I got plenty Why I'd sell ya some....Cheap! I mean I got da good stuff too but ...it's real expensive And dats not da half of it Ya see da good stuff likes Commmmmmpany An before ya know it yer lookin at a corporate buy out an a no compete clause Sure the residual Misery will last for a while but it goes fast By the time ya get back in da game misery'll be obsolete Nah— stick wit da cheap stuff Mikey my man..... I'lltrow ina pinta blood fer nuttin.
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Post by gailkate on Dec 28, 2010 16:35:16 GMT -5
A lovely prose poem - and this...
one long inhaled snore that will last until the scent of pancakes and egg McMuffin chokes the drowsy tenor to a gradual lip flopping stutter of departure
...is a joy.
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Post by sailor on Dec 28, 2010 23:50:57 GMT -5
Nothing like the good company of sorrowful misery to get the creative juices flowing; like blood passing through the feeder tube from a donater to the bottle on a hot August day in Atlanta. Thanks' roges, I need that little wake-up call.
Mike
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Post by BoatBabe on Jan 1, 2011 1:17:58 GMT -5
Oh, NICE, Roges! I can See and Smell Miles City.
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Post by BoatBabe on Mar 12, 2011 11:46:30 GMT -5
Ahoy and aweighIs sailing on a dream so wrong Do we need each others will To make us strong The ship sets sail at first light It's what we must do All hands are busy, no time for self The team must get it done We are many people that must act As one Ships set sail, dreams must be met The tide is a force of no regret Sail on and find the answer to your Anger Salt air and rum are mere cologne To the placid philosophy Of the sailor... Sail on and dream, we're no longer Constrained by a rusty fouled anchor Mike Wishing you and Emi the very BEST, Mike, wherever you are . . .
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Post by BoatBabe on Mar 13, 2011 20:50:41 GMT -5
I have it on good authority that there is a Nomad-wino wandering around with a poem in his pocket!
;D
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Post by Nomad-wino on Mar 15, 2011 23:18:44 GMT -5
Pollen in the wind
The shadow from the cedar tree Guards slivers of snow and ice The rest of the world around it Begins a dance in fresh daylight
Ferns and plants and bugs and bears Long asleep and hibernating Now unfurl and stir and stretch and yawn Their smell of spring is initiating
Year after year it never fails We begin the circle of life Like pollen blowing in the wind And couples loving to unite
Anyone who reads and enjoys this should know: I was awoken from a long deep sleep and inspired by Roges "Spring Doo".
Thanks Roges... I needed that.
Mike
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Post by doctork on Mar 15, 2011 23:55:48 GMT -5
Oh thank goodness, just in time! Return of the poets.
Even those of us who don't write sure appreciate!
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Post by gailkate on Mar 16, 2011 9:42:54 GMT -5
I love both rog and Mike's odes to spring but this one is especially poignant for me - allergy season is upon us! Did you know that, Mike? Cedar pollen has definitely begun here, which seems incongruous with the mountains of snow.
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Post by BoatBabe on Mar 16, 2011 23:34:14 GMT -5
Pollen in the windThe shadow from the cedar tree Guards slivers of snow and ice The rest of the world around it Begins a dance in fresh daylight Ferns and plants and bugs and bears Long asleep and hibernating Now unfurl and stir and stretch and yawn Their smell of spring is initiating Year after year it never fails We begin the circle of life Like pollen blowing in the wind And couples loving to unite Anyone who reads and enjoys this should know: I was awoken from a long deep sleep and inspired by Roges "Spring Doo". Thanks Roges... I needed that. Mike Thank YOU, Mike! I already thanked roges for the Spring Doo. Both refreshing!
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Post by joew on Mar 17, 2011 0:36:43 GMT -5
How will we know that's really spring again? The answer, my friend, is "Pollen in the wind." The answer is "Pollen in the wind."
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Post by rogesgallery on Mar 17, 2011 1:57:41 GMT -5
How will we know that's really spring again? The answer, my friend, is "Pollen in the wind." The answer is "Pollen in the wind." Heheheheheheheh That is almost too astute to be funny. But to find funny in so few syllables is ...as funny as funny gets.
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Post by rogesgallery on Mar 17, 2011 2:17:17 GMT -5
Pollen in the windThe shadow from the cedar tree Guards slivers of snow and ice The rest of the world around it Begins a dance in fresh daylight Ferns and plants and bugs and bears Long asleep and hibernating Now unfurl and stir and stretch and yawn Their smell of spring is initiating Year after year it never fails We begin the circle of life Like pollen blowing in the wind And couples loving to unite Anyone who reads and enjoys this should know: I was awoken from a long deep sleep and inspired by Roges "Spring Doo". Thanks Roges... I needed that. Mike And this from the most proliferate poet I know... Hey does Amtrak go by your place? It goes by mine— Capisci.?
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Post by Nomad-wino on Mar 17, 2011 23:23:18 GMT -5
Hey roges! The Amtrak doesn't run by here but they did just get the bullet train up and running.
Hi Gail! When we're not dealing with Tsunamis and nuclear fallout, cedar pollen is our number one concern this time of year; it's real bad. The Japanese news services track and report pollen just like the weather.
Regards, Mike
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Post by gailkate on Mar 17, 2011 23:53:29 GMT -5
Glad to see you're keeping your sense of humor, Mike. I've felt awkward about saying anything as the news just seems to get worse and worse. Have you been given your just-in-case pills?* I heard that bases are distributing them, which made me wonder about everyone not connected with a base - like Joe's brother and 20-some million other folks. Anyway, as I squeeze another Sudafed out of those infuriating little blister packs, I'm going to be singing "Pollen in the Wind." *potassium iodide - pot for short
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Post by BoatBabe on Mar 20, 2011 21:05:34 GMT -5
Singing here, "Pollen in the Wind . . ."
;D
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Post by joew on Mar 23, 2011 0:10:23 GMT -5
The answer, my friend, is pollen in the wind … .
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Post by rogesgallery on Jun 27, 2011 12:03:47 GMT -5
A Plea to the Rambunctious Bird of the House To the tune of the fifties hit song "Mr Sandman"
BoomBoomBoom BoomBoomBoomBoomBoomBoomBoomBoomBoomBoomBoomBoomBoom BoomBoomBoomBoomBoomBoomBoomBoomBoomBoomBoomBoomBoom
Mr. Birdman Please do-ont scream BoomBoomBoomBoom Cause yo're the biggest screamer I've ever seen BoomBoomBoomBoom Your scream is like a heartbroken Bovine And when you scream like that you make my pulse climb
Mr Birdman When you're alone BoomBoomBoomBoom You can scream like you were tied to a pole BoomBoomBoomBoom But when I'm here it shatters my good sense And then the pillow fliesand you get incensed
Mr. Birdman Please do-ont scream BoomBoomBoomBoom Cause yo're the biggest screamer I've ever seen So please knock off that raucous scream Mr. Bird man ple-ase dooont screeeeeeam
BoomBoomBoom BoomBoomBoomBoomBoomBoomBoomBoomBoomBoomBoomBoomBoom BoomBoomBoomBoomBoomBoomBoomBoomBoomBoomBoomBoomBoom
(spoken) Mr. Birdman EEK EEK EEK Knock it off EEK EEK EEK Would You knockitoff EEK EEK EEK Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh EEK EEK EEK
Pillow flies — Cage Rocks — Sound of flapping wings tapers to a landing on top of cage With a sidelong glance, a one sided smile appears at the corner of Birdmans beak Masking a barely audible eek eek eek
you little bastbird
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Post by Nomad-wino on Jun 27, 2011 17:47:13 GMT -5
roges, you are brilliant! You inspire me.
Mike
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Post by Nomad-wino on Jun 27, 2011 18:52:43 GMT -5
When Cows Cry (rip off on Prince's "When Doves Cry")
How can you leave me standing When my utter is so full It's so thoughtless of you to ignore me Your'e no better than the barnyard bull Now I have tears in my big brown eyes And this is what it sounds like When cows cry
Moo moo moo Moo-moo-moo Moo moo moo Moo-moo-moo
I wish someone would squeeze my nipples I'm so full I think I'm gonna burst A dairy farm can be such a hard cruel place Being a Golden Guernsey is the worst Chewing cud doesn't make me contented no more And this is what it sounds like When cows cry
Moo moo moo Moo-moo-moo Moo moo moo Moo-moo-moo
Mike
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Post by BoatBabe on Jun 27, 2011 21:06:56 GMT -5
;D ;D ;D
You boys are on a Roll!
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Post by doctork on Jun 28, 2011 22:27:47 GMT -5
Mike, the "When Cows Cry" reminds me of Dana Lyons'
"Cows With Guns":
Fat and docile, big and dumb They look so stupid, they aren't much fun Cows aren't fun
They eat to grow, they grow to die They die to be eaten at the hamburger fry Cows well done
Nobody thunk it, nobody knew No one imagined the great cow guru Cows are one
He hid in the forest, read books with great zeal He loved Che Guevera, a revolutionary veal Cow Tse Tongue
He spoke about justice, but nobody stirred He felt like an outcast, alone, in the herd. Cow doldrums
He mooed we must fight, escape or we'll die Cows gathered around, cause the stakes were so high Bad cow pun
But then he was captured, stuffed into a crate Loaded onto a truck, where he rode to his fate Cows are bummed
He was a scrawny calf, who looked rather woozy No one suspected he was packing an Uzi Cows with guns
They came with a needle to stick in his thigh He kicked for the groin, he pissed in their eye Cow well hung
Knocked over a tractor and ran for the door Six gallons of gas flowed out on the floor Run cows run!
He picked up a bullhorn and jumped up on the hay We are free roving bovines, we run free today
We will fight for bovine freedom And hold our large heads high We will run free with the Buffalo, or die... Cows with guns
They crashed the gate in a great stampede Tipped over a milk truck, torched all the feed Cows have fun
Sixty police cars were piled in a heap Covered in cow pies, covered up deep Much cow dumg
Black smoke rising, darkening the day Twelve burning McDonald's, have it your way
We will fight for bovine freedom And hold our large heads high We will run free with the buffalo, or die Cows with guns
The President said "Enough is Enough! These uppity cattle, it's time to get tough" Cow dung flung
The newspapers gloated, folks sighed with relief Tomorrow at noon, they would all be ground beef Cows on buns
The cows were surrounded, they waited and prayed They mooed their last moos, They chewed their last hay Cows out-gunned
The order was given, turn cows to Whoppers Enforced by the might of ten thousand coppers But on the horizon, surrounding the shoppers Came the deafening roar, of chickens, in choppers!
We will fight for bovine freedom And hold our large heads high We will run free with the buffalo, or die Cows with guns
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Post by Nomad-wino on Jun 29, 2011 17:21:01 GMT -5
Doc, "Cows With Guns" is a riot! I love it!
Thank's for sharing.
Best regards, Mike
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Post by Nomad-wino on Jun 30, 2011 16:59:06 GMT -5
Another day older
Youth lost Youth remembered Where do we go from here Walking through a summer day Feeling the end is oh so near
Happiness dominates Triumphant over fear Everything I ever was Reminds me of the way we was When I wake up and you're near
Another year Another birthday Another reason to wake up Pet the cat and hear him purr Pour some coffee in the cup
Memories are lost in time Each day is spent in travel When I walk to where I'm going One foot following the other Thinking of the best of the best Forgetting all I'm knowing
When you know what you've got Never leave it at that Forget the bad and remember the good Then go back to petting the cat Life is like that
Mike
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Post by BoatBabe on Jun 30, 2011 20:26:42 GMT -5
==<0..0>== Great one, Mike! As always. Thanks.
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Post by rogesgallery on Jul 2, 2011 12:20:03 GMT -5
A short essay on the frailty of species Independence I've said it before, I'll say it again The horizontal multipeds are positioning for a Coup. www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-wales-south-east-wales-13949070(on the same page check out the links to"Horses cornered" "Escaped cow causes mayhem" "") Every day there are news stories like these. Are these cattle really gathering intelligence; are dogs actually double agents learning the ways of man: are Deer and Elk and Moose the... suicide bombers of the animal world, causing hundreds of millions of dollars in automobile damage yearly. How would we know that the insect world were not also involved. Face it they know everything, they are everywhere. Bugs, after all, are the namesake of the legendary lurking listening device, and the feared unknown flaw in the machine. I have personally (I think I have a picture somewhere) witnessed the devastating effect of a lone Stinkbug— unequivocally the most pitiably humble creature on earth— magnificently stretched out, as if on a rack, clinging with one fore claw and one hind claw to the bare contact of the com wire, the opposite claws clutching the +5v wire of of the serial bus of a Macintosh IIsi effectively disabling the $4000 machine. There was an eerie contented look on his/her face. Could these be the "Meek" to which god has promised the world— plodding, patient, inertly nonviolent in intent. Certainly they (the meek) are not to be found among humans... even Mother Teresa wasn't meek. Could they (the horizontally oriented multipeds) one day defeat us by having the patience to let us defeat ourselves with the very weapons we invent to fight them. Who will weep for the last Orkin man to die from his own bug bomb, the last incautious driver to hit a moose at a Moose crossing, the last wicked puppymill stepmother? I Am... an alternative species potentialist Roges
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Post by BoatBabe on Jul 4, 2011 19:46:46 GMT -5
A short essay on the frailty of species Independence I've said it before, I'll say it again The horizontal multipeds are positioning for a Coup. www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-wales-south-east-wales-13949070(on the same page check out the links to"Horses cornered" "Escaped cow causes mayhem" "") Every day there are news stories like these. Are these cattle really gathering intelligence; are dogs actually double agents learning the ways of man: are Deer and Elk and Moose the... suicide bombers of the animal world, causing hundreds of millions of dollars in automobile damage yearly. How would we know that the insect world were not also involved. Face it they know everything, they are everywhere. Bugs, after all, are the namesake of the legendary lurking listening device, and the feared unknown flaw in the machine. I have personally (I think I have a picture somewhere) witnessed the devastating effect of a lone Stinkbug— unequivocally the most pitiably humble creature on earth— magnificently stretched out, as if on a rack, clinging with one fore claw and one hind claw to the bare contact of the com wire, the opposite claws clutching the +5v wire of of the serial bus of a Macintosh IIsi effectively disabling the $4000 machine. There was an eerie contented look on his/her face. Could these be the "Meek" to which god has promised the world— plodding, patient, inertly nonviolent in intent. Certainly they (the meek) are not to be found among humans... even Mother Teresa wasn't meek. Could they (the horizontally oriented multipeds) one day defeat us by having the patience to let us defeat ourselves with the very weapons we invent to fight them. Who will weep for the last Orkin man to die from his own bug bomb, the last incautious driver to hit a moose at a Moose crossing, the last wicked puppymill stepmother? I Am... an alternative species potentialist Roges ;D Gawd save us from our Orkin-hubris selves. Or maybe from the insectitudinal-hubris selves. Good one, Roges! [Cheers]
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Post by gailkate on Jul 6, 2011 13:37:41 GMT -5
Just saw this - Scroll Down, Gail! - and am reminded of that 70s movie. [glow=red,2,300]The Hellstrom Chronicle.[/glow] www.youtube.com/watch?v=7R8UN9zGD04The intro us about 9 mins long, so you might start at about 4 mins in and begin to feel the threat. Then go to Part 2 www.youtube.com/watch?v=qENsC3LrW6E&feature=relatedIf you have the stomach for it you can go on to more and more parts till you descend into madness. Rod Serling couldn't have done better.
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Post by BoatBabe on Jul 6, 2011 14:33:40 GMT -5
I'll check it out when I get home, where I have sound.
;D
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Post by rogesgallery on Jul 15, 2011 0:25:43 GMT -5
(unfinished)
A mid summer morning in the U.S. of A Late in life? A life half done? Who can say for certain, at sixty these days With such a seemingly infinite bounty to sustain us Sweet many flavored ice cream any day of summer Fresh ripe tomatoes and spinach any day of winter Yet we walk a tight rope between desire and disaster Too many diverse minds experienced and, not so Piloting the chemical rockets of our trans-posession Rapt in their ego-nomic interiors we are… Distracted by the immediate necessities of society “I’ll have to call you back, I never talk while I’m driving” Says Mom as she makes a left turn into the path of an oncoming auto Missing by microseconds a tragedy inconceivable; Yet somehow offended by the blatant blare of a horn And the multi voiced admonition from behind her “Mom! Watch where you’re going.”
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