Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 02, 2016

WTF Wednesday: Dog Braces, March for Bernie, Love Poems


Ellohay, Wednesday! Ellohay, WTF!

Ellohay, Wesley, the golden retriever with braces!

http://www.freep.com/story/news/local/michigan/2016/03/01/michigan-golden-retriever-gets-braces/81144586/

"Michigan Golden Retriever Gets Braces" (the pup's dad is a "doggie dentist" - how conveeeeeenient). Incidentally, Nacho still has 2 of the top 4 google image results for "labrador overbite" and also "labrador overbite"- luckily Nacho didn't have any problems eating like Wesley had. (Thank you Ted for pointing out this story.)

Moving on to a Hallmark book from 1980 called "Since You Came Along." 

since you came along


It's full of frosted photos and fruity love poems. 

Hello to life!

hello to love


Also matching outfits in common.

have love in common


The fun side of me!

fun side of me


Last but not least, you may not know by watching TV, but thousands of people in as many as 70 cities marched this weekend to support Bernie Sanders and his plans for Campaign Finance Reform, Medicare For All, $15 Minimum Wage, End FrackingStop Endless War in the Middle East, Take Marijuana Off the Federal List of Outlawed Drugs, Racial Justice, and Free Public College Tuition, among dozens of other progressive issues his campaign champions. 

bernie sanders march asheville

The revolution is alive and well, and may not be televised, but will be posted. 

bernie sanders march asheville


Great video of drumming for Bernie in Asheville. 

So when the corporate media and biased pundits tell you that Bernie Sanders has no shot at the nomination, give them the Sugarhoney eye roll. 

sugarhoney 
eyeroll


As with all wtf wednesdays, there are no answers, only questions leading to more questions.

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Wednesday, January 12, 2011

golden


Watchin' a stretch of road, miles of light explode.
Driftin' off a thing i'd never done before
Watchin' a crowd roll in. out go the lights it begins.
A feelin' in my bones i never felt before...

Mmm... people always told me. that bars are dark and lonely
And talk is often cheap and filled with air.
Sure sometimes they thrill me
But nothin' could ever chill me
Like the way they make the time just disappear

Feelin' you are here again. hot on my skin again.
Feelin good a thing i'd never known before
What does it mean to feel?
Millions of dreams come real
A feelin' in my soul i'd never felt before... mmm...

And you always told me.
No matter how long it holds me if it falls apart
Or makes us millonaires. you'll be right here forever.
We'll go thru this thing together
And on heaven's golden shore we'll lay our heads

- my morning jacket

(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zz8qn1_iQ5w = video made to the studio version of the song)

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

holiday advice from charles-pierre baudelaire


Always be drunk.
That's it!
The great imperative!
In order not to feel
Time's horrid fardel
bruise your shoulders,
grinding you into the earth,
Get drunk and stay that way.
On what?
On wine, poetry, virtue, whatever.
But get drunk.
And if you sometimes happen to wake up
on the porches of a palace,
in the green grass of a ditch,
in the dismal loneliness of your own room,
your drunkenness gone or disappearing,
ask the wind,
the wave,
the star,
the bird,
the clock,
ask everything that flees,
everything that groans
or rolls
or sings,
everything that speaks,
ask what time it is;
and the wind,
the wave,
the star,
the bird,
the clock
will answer you:
"Time to get drunk!
Don't be martyred slaves of Time,
Get drunk!
Stay drunk!
On wine, virtue, poetry, whatever!"

-Charles-Pierre Baudelaire

Friday, November 19, 2010

noble deeds perform


“Nor grain, nor wealth, nor store of gold and silver,
Not one amongst his women-folk and children,
Nor slave, domestic, hired man,
Nor any one that eats his bread,
Can follow him who leaves this life,
But all things must be left behind.

“But every deed a man performs,
With body, or with voice, or mind,
’Tis this that he can call his own,
This with him take as he goes hence.
This is what follows after him,
And like a shadow ne’er departs.

“Let all, then, noble deeds perform,
A treasure-store for future weal;
For merit gained this life within,
Will yield a blessing in the next.”

- Good and Bad Karma, II. The Doctrine, Translated from the Samyutta-Nikya, Buddhist Writings.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.

Saturday, October 30, 2010

ooey gooey roots of jealousy



i want you to love
me and only me
forever and today
and forever
only me

Monday, October 04, 2010

all that's left


he went to pick up ashes
of my dog who's dead
ten days since i mohawked
the fur on his soft head

the IV tube stuck in his arm

on which he laid his chin
i said goodbye my sweet sweet pet
i'll see you soon again

it sucks that i was lying

i thought he would be fine
his insides tangled dying
his outsides showed no sign

the saddest part is over

it can't hurt any worse
time will work its magic
only blessing no more curse

Saturday, July 31, 2010

flappy limerick




Tuesday, December 02, 2008

"I DON'T EXPECT A THING"


holden, originally uploaded by skippy haha.
Holidays and birthdays, I don't expect a thing,
Everyone has a good birthday and all the holidays filled
with toys, gifts and joy. For me, whatever I get my heart is
overjoyed, I don't expect a thing.

The seasons come and go, sometimes I get real nice stuff,
Sometimes it's just so-so, you will never hear me complain and
I'm never disappointed, because I never expect a thing.

Someone said to me, "Why don't you expect some things
for holidays and special occasions?"
I have all that I need so it really does not matter, as long as
my folks are in good health, have food to eat, and money to
spend, I know my gifts will come in time my friend.

I don't expect a thing, so I always get surprised and no
matter what the gift, what really matters is what's inside.

I don't expect a thing and my life is quite all right.

I don't expect a thing and I always get treated real nice.



from Poetry of a Father Lover & Friend by William O. Johnson

Friday, August 22, 2008

1-2-3-4 1-2-3-4

spots on the ceiling
things on the wall
when times get rough
stare at them all

Sunday, August 17, 2008

drought

everybody turns their head up
when stepping outside
to see if the dark sky
might get darker
and wash us all with rain
and soak us all with rain
or if again today
these stone gray puffed castles
will glide march overhead
with slightest far off rumbles
refusing still to cry




Thursday, February 07, 2008

root root root

the ones i want to win
are losing
nothing i can do
from here
not enjoying this
amusement
hard lounging in my
easy chair
the battle's won & lost
in real time
red blood runs when
big men fall
epic scale of acrobatics
chasing orange
bouncing balls

Tuesday, January 08, 2008

junkie

adrenaline's a
dirty whoremone
makes a big man
check a messageboard
sixty five times
in an hour
thirsty for replies
bringing rushes of envelope icons
counting anonymous views
since he last
hit submit


Wednesday, January 02, 2008

little america

nothing's ever easy
burnt fuses busted lights
coke and seeds for breakfast
melted guardrail sights

blinded in a snowdrift
glad to be alive
fleeting rolling drama
no one here can drive

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

tragic limerick

there once was a boy named wayne
whose scoring was insane
a broken thigh
in junior high
his dreams went down the drain

Monday, November 26, 2007

library

escape to the words
somebody else wrote
when somebody else felt
sparking lump in his throat

Saturday, November 24, 2007

cheer up

nothing to be
sad about
so smile til your
teeth fall out

Saturday, November 17, 2007

road warrior

he took the train
he caught his flight
he hailed a cab
he rode his bike
he walked a mile
a million times
with hope
out there
his love
he'd find

with shoes wore down
he heard it all
the tragic spring
the comic fall
the coldest days
he hummed the song
my love
is right
here all
along

Saturday, November 10, 2007

vortex

point of the twist

Monday, November 05, 2007

weekend

saturdays full of potential
sundays full of regret
projects parties list to get done
good friends you never met


Tuesday, September 11, 2007

peace haiku 44 - 50

sip peppermint tea
hot cold hot cold spread hot cold
frosty warm heart balm

if we're all divine
then to believe in yourself's
to believe in god

structure & focus
doesn't let you add fluff fluff
haiku will you write


not so much lotion
as the act of applying
that promotes good health

respect goes both ways
& with it dances kindness
when they're gone they're gone

if you try you can't
fight the inevitable
you can quit the dread

this blow you've dealt will
end up being the best thing
that could've happened