A Wise Old Owl

Old Poem From My Grandpa

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A wise old owl 

lived in an oak

the more he saw 

the less he spoke

the less he spoke

the more he heard

so let's be like

that wise old bird.

You never get in trouble 

for what you didn't say

If you listen long enough

the answers come your way.

The argument I always win

Is the one I never had

Being wrong and happy

beats being right and mad

If somebody disagrees

its just their point of view

they have the right to theirs

just like we all do

Don't tell people they are wrong

maybe it's just a different right

but no one can put hands on you

thats when it's time to fight

Sometimes its not easy

to figure out what's right 

always ask someone you trust

and say your prayers at night.

D'verse are writing Children's Poems

No Escape

I feel the sound bump
bump it goes in the night
night so bleak and black
black as my dark heart beats
beats me as I retreat run
run away from the one
the one that only I can see
see it lick its black lips
lips peeling back reveal
reveal a cold steel smile
smile as it pierces skin
skin ripping clean from bone
bones break I am consumed
consumed by the one who knows
knows secret debts are owed.

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Toads are writing Loop Poetry today. This turned out a little dark but ....

In Memoriam - Betty (Grandma) Edge

Time tick tocks away each day
until the clock just stops tick tocking.
Every tick that passes is a grain of sand
that trickles through the hourglass of life.

One grain at a time life slowly passes
Each grain is a stunning story or a
bit of gory detail that we only dare
to giggle about when we are at home alone.

When a grain causes some pain
you were there to tell us it will be okay.
We all made our own mistakes
but you stood by and loved us anyways.

Now the clock has stopped for good
and that final grain has tumbled through.
We've said all we can say
We've done all we can do.

I will always remember you for
the good you've said and done.
The Memory of your life lives on
in the happy heartbeats of my children.

Love You Grandma ...

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August 2013

The Great Pumpkin

The Most Sincere Pumpkin Patch! (1966 Peanuts)

My persistent therapist insists that I listen

to my wide eyed innocent innermost child

who still believes that wishes and magic exist.

The tissues pile up as I work through issues

I almost forgot I had - now I am truly sad.

So I stop going - there's peace in not knowing

a happy pig really isn't that bad.

Until one frozen cold, sober October 

I take the kids out hunting for pumpkins.

Then I remember the magic's still out there

I just forgot where to look.

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Shared with D'verse Poetics

Just Another Johnny Walker Day

Just another Johnny Walker day 

Middle sister finger lingers 

as I passed through the Barrio 

I'm as paddy Irish as a triple shot of Jameson's 

A little extra courage 

from a scary apothecary selling smiles

Now I'm El Presidente 

with a Captain Morgan plan

Just one tick away from a Corazon explosion

Green flash streak of olives

fly from a Rang Tang martini

sipped by lips of pompous pricks.

and an arrogant bastard behind the bar - 

Oh shit - it's me!!!  

Take me home Belvedere

There's tragedy in my strategy - I need to reconvene. 

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Toads are taking a Booze cruize.