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Oh what a thrill it will be
to see the Packers on their way to victory
to see Rodgers get the Favre Monkey off his back
and see that burger guy get a whack!
Eating Pizza Hut pizza and feeling like a clown
while the offense scores another touchdown
If they win like the 97 Packers or the 86 Bears
then it will be three Superbowl games that make me care
So I say bring on the 3 million dollar commercials
the Black Eyed Peas
It's go, go Packers, on our way to victory!!

Milky shower clouds obscure my visage;
a product of my father's father's father.
Anxiously I swipe the folds of cotton terry
sweeping away the opaque reflection,
revealing genetic threads running in lines on my face.

The pungence of lye soap slick with clay
blooms from the cup and the puck
scrubbed with tawny handled hair
as I lather up a memory only ever imagined,
to explore a chore as never done before.

Dry, faded black horn scales once polished-
Now ridged and bitten pivot slowly in my hand.
And the Sheffield steel heirloom lazily stretches,
no better for the long attic hibernation
but virile nonetheless.

Recently run across hone and stone,
its gleaming smile greets me glinting incandescence.
The strip of hanging Russian shell awaits
to caress and burnish a naked blade,
keening the edge for a new day's work.

My face now foamed with lather anticipates
some precious minutes in memoriam
as the ritual begins to conjure up the past;
as though breaking and appeasing an emotional fast,
savoring a small slice of my great Grandfather's life.

Dream
Dream little cerubus
As daylight begins to fade

Is not the silence
Inspired
And brings forth all manner of change

Sleep
Sleep now in quiet
The sleep that angels keep

As low the moon glows
Shining softly
Through the glass, its beams

Drawn forth admires
Over thoughts as fields
And ravines

Rest
Rest little sereph
As peace reveals her grace

Is there not guidence
Her hand the divine
A love that covers your face

A comfort
A warmth which desires
And covets all manner of faith

As now in sleeping
Brings alive that place
And lay thee dreaming

Lay thee now at rest
And be safe
Safely sleeping

Safely dreaming...

Tattered jeans...
Skids across the floor...
Yesterday’s...want-a-be;
Yesterday’s whore.

No laughing matter;
nothing has changed;
whimsical teacher~~
the girl next door.

Glimpse of the non-essential;
glimpse of a false dawn;
yesterday’s exit;
yesterday’s black swan.

Tattered t-shirt;
Teeth manicured to the hilt;
Looks are deceiving,
but not the expensive quilt.

Come on down!
Your the next contestant on the Price is Right!
First you have to be closest to the actual price without going over
Come up on stage and play a pricing game
Plinko is my favorite
You earn chips by guessing if the price for an item is higher or lower
Then you take your chips and climb up some stairs to the Plinko board
You release a chip and it bounces around on some pegs
Then it lands it slots of 100, 500, 1,000, 10,000, or 0
I play a version of this at the Labor Day picnic in Dickeyville
There you get toys for prizes
Cliffhanger is another favorite of mine
You guess the price of prizes
Then the cliffhanger goes up the mountain for every dollar you are off
You get 25 dollars that you can be off for three items
If you can keep him from falling off after three items
You win the big prize
The clock game is fun too
You have to guess the price of the prize
Then you are told if you are higher or lower than the actual price
If you can get two prices right in less than 30 seconds
You get a cash reward
I miss Bob Barker
Drew Carrey is like Jay Leno
He's nice enough
So is Jimmy Fallon
But just not as good as Johnny Carson or Bob Barker

“There are no such things as elves”, my older brother would say
“And why do you think Santa’s so old and so gray?”
“Santa looks really stupid in his red suit and lived a long time ago”
“I don’t know why but you’re wrong and I know you don’t know”
Would be my reply. “Oh yea, believe what you want to believe,
But all Santa’s toys are made in Japan”, as he reach up to show me
And stretched out his eyes and would laugh as he implied,
“Maybe that’s why elves have pointed ears and slanted eyes”
“No! You are wrong!! You are wrong!!” I would cry!
“Santa is real and so are all his wonderful elves”

And every Christmas morning beneath a fresh balsam fir
Twinkling lights and ornaments and tinsel would stir
And on top a shining star with a promise would bring
And in the background a choir of angels would sing
Those wonderful songs that I would just hum along
That wonderful feeling I was right all along!!!

Merry Christmas !!!!

There were 360
On the "Peking"

Against the Narley,trech-chorus Seas
Of all too much
Yet held

So rounding the horn

Faces alorn
Yet gripping the ropes
All to make this baby move

CAPE HORN

All sails

Round the wrong way!
Wonderment forlorn

Such a journey
A decision

A poverty

We left behind

Those winds so wrapped and
of so much fright

gathered me in my bunk
wet and of
no sight

The captains dog
biting our heel

laughing at the winds

of tension
with held

a sumption of direction
of the keel

Heave hove

Such an unsettled move

The Captain unmoved

unsettled fear
that sat so fraught

Wonderful

Of all

Impressively taught

On the crows nest
He sat unfeared

A job had to be done

Little movie
black and white

This was decended upon

Of all this journey
From hence it became

Of knotted Ropes
Zig Zagging
No fear?

We arrived

With our lives to spare


Enjoy your spices!

My body burns as if roasting
I want to get rid of this heat
I am involuntarily hosting
Burning from my head to my feet
I am tearing these garbs off now
Not a moment longer, I just cant stand it
I am WET! WET! I need a reprieve somehow
I am like a dynamite well lit
I need to be free from this heat
Jamaica is burning damn it

If I could change the seasons or the colours of the world.
I would use that power to light your way, and watch your road unfurl.
If I changed direction of the hands upon the clock,
I would let them spin us back in time and at our meeting they would stop.
I'd change the words I said that day to truth instead of lies.
I'd tell you that I love and loved what I see in your eyes.
and if i had that chance again to hold you on that day.
Id never let you go again and watch you walk away.
And that would change my future sky's to blue instead of grey.

A pleasant sound

Ruffle in the leaves

A nest of birds

Built in the eaves

A slight creak

Rocks my chair

Its arm rests worn

Smooth with wear

A thousand days

Maybe a hundred years

An eternity of time

Many laughs and tears

A fleeting moment

Lost in memory lane

A soft whistle

Of a faraway train

A cup of coffee

Steams in my hand

A flavor in life

That’s oh so grand

A country morning

A mountain spring

A great blue sky

Makes my heart sing

A quietness alone

Seeking solitude

A peaceful mind

Fills with gratitude