Thursday, July 31, 2008

I Love This Kinda Stuff




Retriever adopts tiger-cubs

How'd Ya Like to Make $1,485.55 a second? Be Exxon

Gosh, what a shame - Exxon only made $1,485.55 a second in it's last fiscal quarter. They were expected to do better. Things are tough all over, aren't they?

I'll bet Melissa doesn't feel so bad now that she knows she's not the only one feeling the pinch ....it's always reassuring to know that others are suffering, too.

Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Arghhh

Good God!! Someone found this blog by googling the words "Free Kitten Corpse."

Not only did they find it - apparently Terminal Chaosity is the second offered pick.

Arghhhhh!!!

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

At Seven

This is when you learned to fear your food:
the summer squash sagged soft, the winter beans.
First came the night, the kitchen table where
you couldn't bear to eat and so were forced
to sleep, small head against congealing plate
'til dawn. Then came the day - with mother on
her knees as if in prayer, her index finger down
her throat - and yours - and you just stood there dumbly,
numbly, holding back her hair. Where's Grandma J.?
Where's dad? Where's God and what the hell? Can't
anybody hear the wretched retching coughs,
the gags that herald time before school time?
She's sick, she's purifying both of you.
You'll feel better afterwards - she promises.

You kissed the sour mouth goodbye, and hoped
the forewarned threat of death did not occur
before noon, before lunch, before you made
it home again - before you'd time to save her.

Tuesday, July 08, 2008

Triolet Challenge (For Patti)

I Am



Why can't you see? I am the best -
The poet of the century.
God's given me the tools. I'm blessed.
Why can't you see? I am the best.
I'm humble, yet above the rest.
There's no one that comes near to me.
Why can't you see? I am the best -
The poet of the century.

Saturday, July 05, 2008

Fun

Shuffle Words

This Is Just So Wrong



I'm terza rima, and I talk and smile.
Where others lock their rhymes and thoughts away
I let mine out, and chatter all the while.

I'm rarely on my own - a wasted day
Is any day that's spent without a friend,
With nothing much to do or hear or say.

I like to be with people, and depend
On company for being entertained;
Which seems a good solution, in the end.
What Poetry Form Are You?

Thursday, July 03, 2008

I, Alone

Revision #1
(the flip-flop)

I, Alone

Now I lay me down to sleep
it's one o'clock - the hour of dread
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
when all the kids are tucked in bed
If I should die before I wake
with all their prayers devoutly said
I pray the Lord my soul to take
Though I, alone, fear God is dead.


I, Alone

It's one o'clock - the hour of dread -
and now I lay me down to sleep
when all the kids are tucked in bed
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
with all their prayers devoutly said
If I should die before I wake
and I, alone, fear God is dead.
I pray the Lord my soul to take.