I get to see my little brother in Jan!

GOING OUT TO PLAY NTN WITH MY BUDDY

 

 

::takes off my shoes::

 

::runs around the room::

 

 

 

 

WEARY (part one) part two is under Dec 11th's entry

WEARY (part one)

 

the dimming of the lights

the hush of the crowd

CENTER RING IS EMPTY

children look around

children strain their eyes

THE SAWDUST IS UNDISTURBED

movement from stage left

movement of a slow kind

STARK SPOTLIGHT STABS THE RING

slowly moving into the tent

slowly shuffling into the ring

A JANITOR WHEELS IN HIS TRASHCAN

he moves into the ring

he circles the spotlight

WE CAN BARELY MAKE HIM OUT

his appearence is of rags

his clothes are of the road

HE STARES AT THE CIRCLE OF LIGHT

he looks so sad

he looks so tired

AS HE GAZES OUT TO US

he has the face of a hobo

he has the heart of an artist

WE ALL LOVE HIM SO

he takes out his broom

he takes out his dustpan

PEOPLE START TO LAUGH

little laughs at first

little chuckles now

WE'VE SEEN THIS ONE BEFORE

Writing a poem with the words Flower, Fable, and Dying...

a love fable

 

WITH PEN IN HAND

I SIT AT MY TABLE

WRITING A POEM

AND CREATING A FABLE

 

TO TELL THE STORY

OF A MAN WHO'S TRYING

TO FIND A WIFE

WITHOUT MUCH CRYING

 

HE SPENDS HIS TIME

AND ALL HIS MONEY

LOOKING FOR A LADY

TO CALL HIM HONEY

 

SO PITY THE MAN

AS HE TRIES TO WOW HER

HE STANDS IN THE STREET

AND HANDS HER A FLOWER

 

HE HOPES FOR THE BEST

AS HE GIVES IT HIS ALL

HE'S WAITING FOR LOVE

BUT SUSPECTS A FALL

 

HE'LL NEVER GIVE UP

OR EVER STOP TRYING

TILL HE FINDS A WIFE

EVEN IF DYING

 

SO LISTEN GOOD

AND LISTEN WELL

THE FABLES OVER

NOTHING ELSE TO TELL

 

 

Wishing everyone a Happy Holidays with their families...

MERRY GIFTMAS EVERYONE!

here is a cartoon for the holidays....

I used to be cool...

PLEASE DON'T GIVE UP ON ME

PLEASE DON'T GIVE UP ON ME

 

I've never seen your face

I've never heard your voice

PLEASE DON'T GIVE UP ON ME

I've never seen you smile

I've never heard you laugh

PLEASE DON'T GIVE UP ON ME

I've never held your hand

I've never looked at your mouth

PLEASE DON'T GIVE UP ON ME

I've never held you close

I've never looked in your eyes

PLEASE DON'T GIVE UP 0N ME

I've never kissed your mouth

I've never felt your touch

PLEASE DON'T GIVE UP ON ME

I've never kissed your neck

I've never felt your heartbeat

PLEASE DON'T GIVE UP ON ME

I've never sat across from you

I've never heard your stories

PLEASE DON'T GIVE UP ON ME

I've never sat next to you

I've never heard you cry

PLEASE DON'T GIVE UP ON ME

I've never held you in my arms

I've never even met you

 

I'VE NEVER EVEN MET YOU

please don't give up on me

My brother Mark is in Kuwait, he flies CH-47 Chinooks!

Families first displayed the Service Flag, or the Blue Star Flag, during World War I to honor their family members serving in the United States Armed Forces during a time of war or hostility.  The tradition grew during World War II, with thousands of families and businesses displaying service flags in their windows.  Each blue star symbolizes one service member on active duty during a conflict.

I love Circuses!

WEARY (part two) [Part one is under Dec 26th's entry]

he bends at the waist

he reaches for the spot

THE LIGHT FLEES HIS BROOM

we roar in laughter

we laugh right out loud

HE STANDS THERE ALL ALONE

he pursues the impish spot

he chases the errant light

AND WE FORGET OUR TROUBLES

entertainment in the center ring

entertainment he freely gives

HE LOOKS SO SAD

he catches the spot

he sweeps up the light

SMALLER AND SMALLER IT SHRINKS

the hush of the crowd

the dimming of the light

HE IS ALONE IN THE CENTER RING

he looks so sad

he looks so tired

AS HE GAZES OUT TOWARDS US

he puts away his broom

he puts away his pan

PEOPLE START TO CLAP

slowly shuffling out off the ring

slowly moving away from the crowd

HE ROLLS HIS TRASHCAN AWAY

the hush of the crowd

the lights come back up

CENTER RING IS EMPTY

Writing a poem with the words: horizon, banana, soft and winter...

 

 

On a cold winter's day

as I scan the horizon

I see a soft banana

that I have to keep my eyes on

 

 

::ties the calf's legs and raises hands::

"Time judge?"

 

 

 

Ok, I'm a little goofy....

 

 

 

 

 

    ::Laying down on the kitchen floor and flapping my arms and legs::

 

        David <~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Making linoleum angels

 

 

 

 

 

 

Writing that poem made me sad, taking these photos made me happy...

Here are some pics of stuff I have lying around.  These are the first staged photos I have taken.  I took them in the bathroom (it has the best light).  I hung my Muslim Prayer Rug from the shower curtain and use chip clips to keep it from sliding down and falling.  I stacked three boxes up high so that I wouldn't have to bend over to take the pictures (I'm lazy ::shrugs shoulders::)...

Building walls

building walls

 

brick by brick

I wall myself off

layer by layer

I wall them out

brick by brick

I shut myself in

layer by layer

I shut them out

brick by brick

I protect myself

layer by layer

I isolate myself

brick by brick

I'll feel no pain

layer by layer

I'll cry no more

brick by brick

I stand alone

layer by layer

I wish for someone

brick by brick

I am alone

layer by layer

I cry...

 

 

ho Ho HO Happy Giftmas!

In case anyone actually reads this (and how would I know, no one leaves any comments), I'm sorry that I haven't put anything down in a couple of days.  Who'd a thunk it, I work in a toy store and I'm busy at Giftmas Time!  LOL!  I just wanted to pop on and do a little cleaning of my site.  I'll try to put finger to keyboard a little bit later on and write a new poem.

Single again ::sigh::

I bought a new book:  "Ada Blackjack - A True Story Of Survival In The Artic".  I think I am falling in love with this woman.  Looks like I was born too late, lol.  I also picked up "the best of MORRISSEY", and am listening to it.  I love him, his stuff rings true to me.  Chatting on line again...

lol, one of my away messages...

the day is long

and my time is short

I leave this laptop

in search of sport

I travel long

and I travel far

in search of fun

I follow my star

so say goodbye

or leave a note

when I get back

I'll read what you wrote...

 

The Usual Suspects...

I seem to be stuck on a fey line of thought...

ELM DO GRIEVE

OAK HE DO HATE

WILLOW DO WALK

IF YE TRAVELS LATE

 

(I didn't write this, it's an old ryhme)

a bit of whimsy before I sleep...

Another Green Friday come and gone, and I'm still standing.  Now to bed with meself....

 

 

 

(but first a bit of whimsy...)

 

 

 

Faerie Ways

 

Sitting on

a thistletop

Brownies inspect

their flower crop

One for love

Two for laughter

Three for the children

the Pixies are after

Standing under

a mushroom cap

Farie rades

with quill they map

First they dance

Then they glimmer

All about the night

they shimmer

Under hollow hills

they dance

Nothing will they

leave to chance

Kiss them yes

Trust them not

or a handful of leaves

is what you've got

Hang the red ribbon 

above your door

and they will trouble you

never more

 

(dedicated to Brian Froud and Alan Lee)

 

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

   

 

 

"Never never never quit"    Winston Churchill

 

 

That empty sick feeling in your stomach...

 

 

David<~~~~~~~~~~~FOOL! 

 

 

I break the seal on the wrapper of cards, and open the box.  I take out the jokers and discard them, I won't be needing them.  I throw away the rules and thumb thru the deck.  I start building.  Balancing first two cards against each other.  Then adding on to it to form a first level.  Anxious, I start on the second level.  Is it too early to build my House of Cards so tall?  I press on, and almost finish the second floor when the phone rings.  I can hear what she tells me very clearly.  And the cards come tumbling down.  The hope of what I could build is now a random pile of suits, some face up, some face down.  All spread flat across the floor.  I shouldn't have thrown away the rules, and come to find out, the Joker is me.

To know where you are going, you have to know where you come from...

My Mother's father was named Lewis. I have always called him Pap-pa. He was a veteran of Anzio BeachHead in Italy during WWII. He carried a bullet in his leg underneath the skin till the day he died. As kids he would let us feel it and you could move it around a little. It felt like a small marble to me. He was a great man and an excellent farmer.

He was so important to everyone who ever met him. I will never forget driving with him in his pick-up truck with a bed full of tools and junk. We would drive out to look at the fields and we would talk and talk. He would pull over on the side of the dirt road and get out. While talking we would walk out into the middle of his field and pull a single weed that had the nerve to poke it's head up since the last time he had checked. He would shake the dirt out of it's roots and toss the weed into the ditch. This happened so often that I never gave it a second thought. Only later did I realize that not all farmer's fields were as free of weeds as Pap-pa's.

I remember visiting an elderly couple to buy some brown country eggs from them. They did not have much and lived in a sharecroppers house left over from when people still lived on the land that they farmed. Pap-pa told me no matter if I wanted one or not, if they offered me a bottle of coke I should accept it because refusing would insult them. He would visit with them and ask about their children and buy eggs from them because he told them that he could not get eggs like theirs in town. Then we would leave and on the way back to his house in town we would run into someone he knew and he would tell them that he had these extra eggs and give them away. Whether or not it was pecans he picked up from his wood-lot, sweet corn he grew just to give away or brown country eggs, Pap-pa was a generous man. I miss him so much