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Marvin O’Hannigan Fillimigroo
Crossed his arms and frowned.
The thought of eating
Black-Eyed-Peas
Did not at all seem sound.
The entire Black-Eyed-Pea idea
Seemed rather frivolous
And odd.
Why, he would never eat
A Black-Eyed Pea,
Not even in its pod.
He’d stare at them
And they’d stare right back.
Their eyes narrowed
To shades of black.
He’d see their fangs,
Their glare, their claws,
And he doubted even
Santa Clause
Would approve of finding,
As of late,
A Black-Eyed-Pea
Upon his plate.
Now,
Marvin O’Hannigan Fillimigroo,
Never did anything
He did not plan to.
And on the list he’d compiled
Of things never to try
The Black-Eyed-Pea ranked
Considerably high.
Just the name of the pea
Caused his stomach to churn,
His right eye to twitch,
And his nostrils to burn.
The hair on his arms
Would all stand on end,
Something young Marvin
Could not comprehend.
So he waited, and waited,
Then waited some more,
Just to clarify things,
And perhaps underscore
The fact that
Marvin O’Hannigan Fillimigroo
Had no intention of ever eating
This Black-Eyed-Pea stew.
Eating them was probably
Like eating pasty pumpkin eyes,
Without the benefit or joy
Of old fashioned pumpkin pies.
To hide their taste with butter sauce,
Or drown them in a stew,
Seemed impractical, illogical.
No! Black-Eyed Peas
Would never do
The taste they'd leave upon his lips
Would numb his very fingertips,
And make his ear lobes prick and twitch,
And the tip-top of his nose would itch.
But since Marvin was but
Only seven years old,
He usually had to do
As he was told
“You’re not leaving this table, ”
Said his Father, displeased,
“Until you’ve eaten every one
Of those Black-Eyed-Peas.”
But Marvin was stern,
And he had no intention
Of ever eating a recipe
Of this concocted invention.
“If it’s as good as you say, ”
He stared up at his Dad,
“Why don’t you eat it
If it isn’t that bad? ”
And his Dad crossed his arms,
Looking down at his son.
“I’ve eaten my Black-Eyed-Peas,
The whole lot. Every one.”
“The big ones, the round ones,
The flat ones, the tall ones.
The brown ones, the black ones
The fat as a ball ones.”
“I have eaten a rather
Impressive amount
Of Black-Eyed-Peas
To ever take count.”
So Marvin thought, and he thought,
And he considered a plan.
After all, Marvin was special,
He was his own man.
He looked up at his Dad,
And he let his eyes shine.
“Dad, if you’re still hungry,
You can always have mine.”
Copyright © 2010 Richard D. Remler
Marvin O'Hannigan Fillimigroo 101014/4
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Allisa Rodriguez tilted her mango mojito for the ninth time.
Sitting alone at a table with both palms on the table and not making an eye contact.
The Puerto Conejo runs it's business like most casinos in Nevada, Lights were dimmed, No windows and clocks. Low cost drinks are poured down by beautiful women. Yet unlike any other high roller bars near the Mexican-American border; Management was kind enough for them to keep the reject-the-client-if-you-want policy.
Slouched and yawning from time to time and emitting mannerisms like a 12 year old girl; who wasn't taught a thing or two about a girl's proper etiquette by a mother. Portraying nothing but the air of shyness and calm; with her dreamy eyes and a much paler complexion to be hispanic. Out of the picture like those unattractive school girls that were always shunned with monoblocks during junior proms, Of skanky cheerleaders and varsity jocks will always occupy the dance floor.
Seeing her colleagues do their rounds.
Allisa could see them throwing side glances at her. Half were patronizing, half throwing that just go-home-little-girl look with a grin.
The way they plagiarize the seduction of Eve like lap dogs at those butt crotched white collars. Considering her no threat to the competition.
Still, she wasn't startled when somebody came near her table. She then fixed her gaze on a mid 50's women with a fiery red hair wearing a thick make up that weren't enough to conceal the creases on her face and unbalanced eyebags that would make you wonder if she sleeps with only one eye alternately. Her fur coat always emitting a strong scent of nicotine. It was "mother mabel" one of the the wife's owner. "Alissa sweetie this is the fifth time this week! You won't get clients at that rate" Giving a huge effort to put warmth in her hoarse voice.
I'm sorry senora said alissa apogetically, looking at the corporate pigs with a half loosened necktie and two unbuttoned sleeve laughing while pinching a girl with a huge ass. Mother mabel then put the almost empty mojito that she gave alissa on a tray. She was just leaving when she paused and turn her head around to say something. "It's a shame how an innocent angel like you ended up in here". Saying that as if recalling something while Alissa just kept her head bowed down.
Two mexicans wearing suits that strongly resembles casts from the movie godfather suddenly came. The owner of the club, Don Sancho an almost bald man with a thick gray mustache entered a panic state that had him scold the waiters and Mother Mabel
One of the mexican with a huge scar on the side of his neck was busy talking to senor juan as the other with sunglasses went to the bathroom.
Como estas Sancho? (How are you Sancho?) Asked him while trying to light a cigarette as he sat on a bar stool.
Muy bien. Gracias gracias (very good. Thank you thank you) replying anxiously
Quieres una tequilla, senor parco? (Do you want a tequilla, mr parco) Sancho didn't wait for his answer but beckoned a waiter to bring a bottle and pour it down on a glass.
I come on business again this month but of different matter
But senor, I...I..don't know why they didn't show up there are very few of my girls lately. Business has been bad give me till next week to come up with money.
Lucky for you I'm not asking you to cough up, like I said I come on a different matter. Sancho
Senor Parco looked at the girls on the table along with the many men, And whispered something to Pancho. In a few minutes about half of the club was in disarray, most girls were coming out of the bathroom. And another manager has piled them up in the next room.
Senor Parco was shoving what seem to be peanuts on one hand from a tin plate and drinking on a little glass with another.
"Now, Among the 11 of you...Only Four will be lucky...You need not work... for months after this"
A lot of coffee cans on the pantry.
Alissa was once again left in the room
Use clumsiness to put poison
Picks up by two guys blindfolds girls
Tojeros hitman need nickname
Cuantos anos tienes conchita? (How old are you? Little girl)
No sabes hablar el ingles? (Do you know how to speak english?)
To be continued...
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Nordbert paid me
A visit today,
And it's something
Nordbert never does.
Perhaps Nordbert had
Something to say
In his oddly-oddish
Nordbert way.
Now, Nordbert usually
Keeps to himself,
We rarely ever
Heed his name,
He treasures his
Own privacy,
And believes that we
Ought do the same.
When Nordbert confessed
All his problems to me-
I dreaded each odd little a, b and c.
He told me his wife
Had abandoned her post,
But the one thing that
Irritated Nordbert the most
Was that she took every
Cooking mit in the house,
He called her a dribbit,
A goon, and a louse.
He'd unfriend her on Facebook
In less than a day
If she brought any more
Of her evil his way,
Such as hiding his
Butterbean marmalade toast,
Or stealing away
Nordberts treasured pet mouse.
Or tossing his popsicle pie
Out the door
When she did not understand
What he used the pie for.
And then Nordbert studied
The me that I am,
And seemed not at all
Pleased I was there.
He grumbled somewhat that
My name was just Sam,
And told me I needed
To color my hair
A green-blue, perhaps red,
Or maybe a brown.
And did I have any qualms
About painting it pink?
Oh, the neighbors will cheer
When they see you in town
Wearing a dabble
Of porcupine ink.
He told me I'm too short
And fat for my age,
And then laughed at
The way that I dress.
He told me the wisdom's
He'd learned from a Sage,
That I was a literal
Nincompoops mess.
He told me I needed
A shave and a shower,
That I was rather offensive,
Polluting his air.
And it took almost the whole
Belly lot of an hour
Before I had realized
He'd insulted me there.
He said that we ought
Have our dog put to sleep.
And he offered to
Help make it so.
He said every good dog
Has it's very dog day
And it was time
For our dog to go.
He told me my kids
Were annoying,
That they rackled
The bin of his brain.
He mentioned my wife
Was quite fetching
Except he thought she
Was insane.
He told me my lawn
Was an utter disgrace,
Then pointed out all the
Stress lines on my face.
He said our tap water
Is all full of lead,
And we're all gonna die.
At least that's what he said.
Nordbert told me my house
Needs a coat of new paint,
Something more homey,
And not at all quaint.
He explained how I'd brought
His fine neighborhood down,
To the grit and the gluster
Of the bad part of town.
And he patted my shoulder
And whispered, "But all's well.
If it gets any worse
We may all have to sell."
And he hobbled away
As he picked at his ear,
In the thick of the day,
With his neighborly cheer.
And I had to acknowledge,
Concede and admit
I did not like Nordbert,
Not one little bit.
Copyright © 2013 Richard D. Remler
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"A good neighbor is a fellow who smiles
at you over the back fence, but doesn't
climb over it."
~ Arthur Baer
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I adore women
I refuse to apologize for it
I like the way their voices squeak in the upper registers
I like the fashions
I like the makeup
I like the aromas
Not the silly runway catwalk biz that reduces them to awkward mannequins
adorns them in the impractical
and cloaks them in the absurd overreaching of the tired clamoring for something
new and unique
that which exploits their lithesome anorexic perplexing job requirement
I like the way they can shape shift, alter and assume new identities
I like the fact that some have mood swings and PMS
I marvel that they can give birth
I like being aware that their "water-weight" make's them grumpy
I'm astonished that they innately ovulate with the cycles of the moon
and that the Huntress Diana inherently acquired her namesake
Doesn't bother me a bit that "it's a lady's prerogative to be late"
or that opening a door for them is considered 'sexist'
I was raised with a sister and a mother
with lace and dainty frilly things
I caused them a lot of aggravation and consternation
I think they enjoyed it - nonetheless
somewhat
I refuse to apologize for it
With the little rain
wash your sins away
before this weekend,
before you miss the chance.
But still, next week
it won't even stop:
what the cash bought,
'llget us flocking
past the parking lot
down the trail to our
Octopus' Garden 'neath the waves.
Maybe my nails won't grow back
and I'll be talkative instead.
Stop my choking on pocket lint,
bury the bone, unbusy my head.
Everything I do in this Modern World
supports some institution, thus condition.
Looking for passion or just something,
hafta look for what little I believe in—
not this but next weekend.
"There's a stranger in your life,"
a fortune reading tells, then
feeling my legs are useless,
can't kick my way to the surface,
can' kick one habit for a moment,
a car could carry me around then.
It's a five day weekend, no end, yes.
Best birthday bash, hands down, no contest.
Newly arrived old faces join, going to the show;
some more to come soon, some to soon go.
Tonight we revel in our brother's song,
we'll keep the day young and night long.
Tomorrow, we hope to sleep forever in a day,
catch our breaths and try to eat back our strength.
Then, Thursday.
If you bare your heart,
unless you are in love
it will begin to feel silly.
If you want to fall in love
you must bare your heart,
but that predestines nothing.
I do not know, though,
what keeps love in a home,
safe from err; face to heat.
Today I have to wonder
about people once again
some live to cause trouble
while others live to win
why is what your neighbor does
any business of your own
unless it interferes
with property that you own
I find life is hard enough
without the extra strife
of having people accusing you
wasting a lot of time
vindictive little weasels
surely you will pay
for all the trouble that you cause
Karma works that way.
we've been at the bottom
of that barrel
of which you speak
only to rise above
expectations we exceed
then all the thanks
the world gives to you
can easily be summed up
but really seeing the picture
is hard when your hung up
bent on the destruction
of characters that you don't know
just to feed some jealous need
like a hog stuck at the trough
those whom you hold close
will soon turn on you
it's just the nature of the game
the piper calls the tune
So even in my anger
I still feel sorry for you
for having to be such a shit
afraid of name being known
a lot of times,
i remember moments of once being happy
and it makes me even sadder,
to realize that i forgot how that feels
all i have left of the common feeling
are the memories relating to it
and i will hold them forever
until i can eventually feel it again
Im sorry when you asked me to say it one last time
I couldn't mutter those three words to you
They were stuck in my throat
Choked back as the tears silently rolled down my cheek
I couldn't stand to know I was really losing you
But I honestly have nothing but love for you
And i still care for you
Even though I really shouldn't
I pretend I'm angry towards you
Because its a whole lot easier
Then admitting I miss you
Deep down in my heart
I really do hope that she loves you half as much as I did
I hope she sees the scars and
Loves you even more
And I hope nothing but the best for you
I just wish I didn't have to be around to see you moved on
When I am not even close
i desire to be with you
but to that i must refuse
your honesty
and undeniable charm
but it simply cannot be
your tender eyes
your foolish heart
i want them all
within your flawless acts
but i must repel
you have your own demons
and so do i
you bear a hundred complications
and times a hundred more is mine
you've endured a lot of things to be sane
and i don't want to be another pain.
-djs
she told me that
tons of people go through
the same exact thing
everyday.
and for a second,
i felt better because
i knew someone could relate.
but i was pulled right back under
as i realized that
it means im normal.
that im not unique or
different.
im the same piece of living
(im alive right?)
plastic as everyone else is.
im not anyone special,
i am just someone
who has
a lot of
issues.
