Once upon a morning glory,
As pondered I this dreary story,
I passed a man of tattered soul
Who had his head stuck in a hole.
And, oh how whined this little man,
Who asked if I would lend a hand.
So, respectfully I preened to view
Those things that crazy people do.
And how he moaned, and wept, and cried,
He begged. He whimpered. He even sighed,
And I studied his condition fair,
To see if I could help him there.
Yet, did this act of kindness show
How much I wanted him to go
And cry on someone elses door?
Oh no, he only cried the more.
And the more he cried I so debated
On how to get this man sedated,
To quiet up his noisy trap
Before I absolutely snap.
So, his head was stuck inside a hole,
And not just any hole, but so
Very small a hole, I'd guessed
He'd ventured this to simply test
That square within a circle theory.
And so, I uttered thrice with weary:
"I do not care! I do not care!
Just yank your fat head out of there!"
But cried he more the more he cried.
He groaned and moaned so deep inside,
I felt at least a smidgen sad
For this sorry little lad.
The day was not so kind to me!
There were places I'd much rather be,
Places not akin as much
To sticking heads in holes and such.
So, great friend that I know I am,
I called our famous 911.
And they told the local City Police,
And called in all the firemen.
They brought in a Paramedic Team,
And every single Girl Scout.
And then hushed their laughter just enough
To dig the sorry goofball out.
Copyright © 2004 Richard D. Remler
"All my life, I always wanted to be somebody.
Now I see that I should have been more specific."
(The Search For Intelligent Life In The Universe)
performed by Lily Tomlin
I want to be the first person you think of when you wake from a long nap after a hard day of work. The one you just can’t get enough of. I want you to love me like you will never see me again, knowing you will see me within the next couple of days. I want you to love me for who I am which includes my flaws and the parts of me that I wish I could change. I want you to kiss me like I am the only girl you have ever kissed. I want you to love me enough to tell me when I am wrong, but also to support me when I am right. Even if it is only us standing. I want you to feel confident when I am around, knowing that I won’t be going anywhere fast. I want you to love me enough to bring out the laughter that I love sharing with you. I want you to hold my hand in front of everyone, just so they know how happy we are together. Most of all though, I just want you to love me. <3
The moon's pale face regards the nighttime skies
As the stars pass by on their ancient quest.
Silent shadows glide 'cross the ground
From clouds that move and make no sound.
Nighttime is when her spirit will rise
To ever wander and never know rest.
Eileen was the name of the red-haired girl
Who lived in the castle near the sea.
It was the only home she'd ever known,
This ancestral fortress made of stone.
It was a simple and tranquil world,
The only place she wanted to be.
The castle was home for ages long past
For her father, his father, and beyond.
Their memory lived within the grey-stoned walls,
Their deeds were remembered in each of the halls.
The castle was safe; its walls held fast.
Yet its fate lay within a wizard's wand.
Galyn was a wizard of dark renown,
Winding his way from times of ancient yore.
Great was the power at his command;
Deep was the knowledge he kept at hand.
Few were the secrets he had not found,
As he labored at his art behind a locked door.
Standing on a tower's balcony on a grey, windy day
Eileen could feel the sea's breath on her skin.
Galyn would watch her standing there,
The wind playing and dancing with her hair.
Though for ages he walked a solitary way
The sight caused a stirring deep within.
From ancient ages he searched in shadows dark
Seeking answers in places unseen and unknown.
Yet this power was one never felt before,
Twisting his emotions and piercing him to his core.
It ignited within him a powerful spark,
A burning desire to make her his own.
Eileen never e'en thought, not once in her life
That she could hold sway over a wizard's heart.
Her youthful innocence knew naught of such a thing.
She dreamt of knights slaying dragons, or even of marrying a king.
She could not fathom Galyn wanting her for a wife
Be it through trickery, treachery, guile, or blackest art.
This is a work in progress.
Dont feel bad for me,
Im a big girl,
and big girls are strong,
we get over things and shits like you.
there was something about her
not quite. . . the same. . .
it wasn't the way her hair parted a little to the side today
it wasn't how she wore shorts instead of jeans
it wasn't that carefree mask she always wore. . .
but there was something about her
that just wasn't right
it was the eyes
or was it the smile?
or maybe both?
there was an eerie look in her eyes
they were no longer shining
they no longer had that sparkle
they were a dull hazel
l o s
b r o
k e n
which had endured so much
withering with each moment
as day and night merged
and she became
the brainwashed girl
they wanted her to be.
I saw them together,
Hand in hand,
Smiles on their faces,
One was real,
The other fake.
The girl had bruises,
Covering her arms,
A black eye,
And a cut across her chin.
She wore that fake smile,
While she held her victims hand,
Her eyes looked into mine,
Which screamed for help.
a girl with too-long hair and smiling eyes
and two laughs-- one sardonic, one irrepressible
had very little
room to sit
next to him:
a boy, almost a man with a
guitar and callused fingers.
strong-- hands two sizes
bigger than hers.
she leaned on him (out of necessity, of course)
he held her up (to be nice, of course)
their knuckles touched and she got restless
she moved her fingers against his ever so
he played the game and nudged her thumb
fingertips like dancers on broken glass
like vines, we intertwined
carelessly growing up
lie and cheat to end up on top
stuck in the past
loving a girl who has long moved on
reaching so far for a silly green light
that he passes it without realizing
in the end
he did end up on top
on top of a raft
on top of his pool
on top for the first time that summer
only to be on top to stay
thanks to two jealous men
(Mr. Tom Buchanan)
(Mr. George Wilson)
jealous for different reasons
but aiming at the same man
who ends up
shot to bits
of his shattered American Dream
No one is talking, but so much is said. We were gonna stay here but were leaving instead. We both set off but theres just one thing, were going our separate ways, not the same.
They may feed you the lines and fill you with wine, but know that your just their pawn. Soon you'll remember that I was the one, You made your choice and now Im gone.
Morning is a Consequence Id rather not face alone
The hotel floor is my home, cause I couldnt make it sober to bed. Stumbled in and passed out, the vodka straight to my head. The night becomes faded, As this girl becomes jaded the same.
Summer lighting flashes, and only Miami knows
Wake up late in the evening, hungover and believeing, that Id never put myslef through that again. The highway is roaring and the girl is still snoreing, I sit and wait for my ship to come in.
The rain has picked up and the wind has started blowing,
I keep walking this path, but Ive no way of knowing
A cold breeze blows and the rain dies down,
such a busy city and not a soul around.
Been walking for miles and Im soaked to the bone.
So far from anything; so close to home.
rain falls consolidated
dust it opens up gutters
outside the pristine bank doors there was (there were)
a bird (birds), and a
girl (laughter), and a passenger
side rear-view wing
mirror (spider's long gone) we saw
party to the low lights
days (weeks, decades, et cetera),
how does this just keep happening?
the endless benefits of
a three week
tooth whitening regime you'll
with all the cool kids
gutter bees wax shoe polish finish forever
so bri quets; rain:
pleure, Βροχή, pluvia
lullabies in cold words, shuffled
you, singular field,
words, words, worlds away,
you and I still fall you and I still I.