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I have gotten birdies
That is one stroke under par
I got them on par 3 and par 4 holes
I have yet to get one on a par 5 hole
An eagle is two strokes under par
Don't have any of them yet
An albatross or a double eagle is three strokes under par
A condor is a hole in one on a par 5 hole
Condors are the rarest, though a horseshoe shaped hole can yield one
I have been out twice this year
I have two birdies so far
Both on the same hole
#5 at Lacoma in East Dubuque, Illinois
On the par 3 course
I paid $7.00 to golf 18 holes walking
This course doesn't allow any golf carts
Needless to say it is usually wide open
I had the whole course to myself that day
Though it was cold and windy
The other 36 holes were pretty busy

It is natural to feel disappointed

When things don’t go your way

It’s easy to think ....

"I can’t do it, so why try ? "

But no matter how scared you are of making mistakes

Or discouraged you may become

Never give up

Because if you don’t try and

If you don’t go after what you want in life

It won’t come to you

And you’ll be forced to accept

Things that you know could be better

Success is not measured by

Whether you win or you fail

There is always a little bit of success

Even if things don’t go your way

What’s important is that

You’ll feel better about yourself

Language is a wrecking ball
undoing silence, sweetness and song
blasting out peaceful ancient cities living
along nature's hillside

Language is a hold-up
a stop in your face
violating your contentment
and sneering on your race

Language is a possession of
the once well tongue
that becomes sick with lust

Roaring out through the eyes
of its holder's soul
language is ego
hanging out of unzipped pant
growing like a weed
in a bed of down

We are sucked into the toe
a creeping silent body

We were stolen

Girls, Nigeria

Stolen

We cry
We know
We are alone


Is any body out there!

take note all the asterisked fields
are absolutely positively required
want more information soon revealed
of your further actions to be mired

you must supply your date of birth
and the maiden name of your mother
data collected of calculable worth
reasoning behind is for none other

than heartfelt insatiable ongoing need
to know any and every minutia of you
it's not just on your wealth we feed
your very soul we want to see through

fill out the form, go ahead and let go
can't get to the next screen, next step
without filling out all that you know
no trivial points or secrets are unkept

supply the query of your first pet
be sure we'll get your Lat and Long
the more we desire the more we get
keep it flowing and we'll all get along

don't feel that the need is systemic
or you're wrongfully taken to task
everyone's details are purely academic
just ignore that man behind the mask

the feeding of our databases pandemic
I'll double-down wager with any bookie
that digital-land data mining is endemic
like the Cookie Monster "feed me cookie!"

© agoodguy2have 2011-03-09

Perhaps i am a lost case...
Always being crucified...
Maybe i live in the Karma's Maze
And so i am never satisfied...
Keep on being rejected and refused
My worthy heart is usually confused and abused
Why i can not sleep????
Because i am a freak "black sheep"...

It was their dream. Cuddley pillows, dimed lights. Living above their means, material wealth in sight. Finally eyes are open, oprah appears on screen. "Her" dream has happen, everything looks so green. Then came the crash; housing and stock market. Banks have no cash; water poured in baskets. Creditors on the retreat, washington responses are strong. Though feeling the heat; can't right this wrong! Retiring for their dream, waking to this nightmare. This nation now screams: how we got here? From bush to obama, the dollar under squeeze. Democrats now take power, americans facing credit freeze! America economy is crumbling. China/india looking on. Americans are now grumbling: look what "they" have become. What was once a dream, has now become a yoke. America for all "it seems"; it's a nightmare and broke!

If you don’t own the land
Then the land owns you
You will never suffer again
We will take care of everything
You can always trust the State
We can never lead you astray
We will always defend your rights
From the cradle to the grave
Just as long as you behave
We fight we fight with all our might
Just as long as you believe
We will make everything alright
Don’t worry or be deceived
How do you know beforehand
Things don’t work out as planned

Life's a party held for your good measure
For spoiled rotten brats who lives with ease
Still hoping to steal more family treasure
Picking fruits from a basket as you please

What causes all you lost souls to suffer
Existing in a world so filled with strife
Can you think of any streets much tougher
With people who don't value their own life

Once happy playgrounds now filled with anger
Ruled by bully gangs looking for some fights
Like watching neon signs flash with danger
With sirens and strobing red and blue lights

Stumbling home drunk after dark so raffish
Can be so proud of the life you lavish

The radio screaming in the squares,
Hypnotists in the public service,
Reports of stormtroopers
On Christian friendship,
A morphine addicted
At the entrance to heaven.
Later all of them flew downhill,
Listening to measured sounds;
Those who were hypnotized
And those who just slept.
An eclipse of mind
Reigned in the country.
The earth revolved in its orbit
But the conscience,
Lost by the country
Will not ever return
Again….