Grace

My fall from grace was 
unexpected.It hurt like the 
devil; I can tell you that.

With the flick of a finger

and careless aim, you sent me

flying from the promised land

like an inconvenient crumb

sullying the surface of your life.

Through no fault of my own,

penance paid or so it seemed,

redemption came today.

Angels sang and golden

rays shone from the heavens

as, with nary a trumpet, the 
pearly gates cracked open 
with the dawn. Hallelujah.

Once again, I was saved.

Or was it doomed? Because 
then I discovered you wanted  
something. Figures.

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Self-Portrait

big feet, big butt,

bigger mouth, 

that's what he said.

that's OK, I told him.

I've got a good under-

standing, a well-seated

position, and the ability

to make my opinion heard.

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Bird on the Run

I taught them how to read and write.

I showed them how to spell.

I helped them count from one to ten,

  And sang to them as well.

 

Romney says my goose is cooked,

My time has come and gone.

I guess it’s time to fly the coop.

Kids, I think you're on your own.

(Source: AP Photo)

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The Toy Box

(Source: MorgueFile Free Photo)

a far way back and too long ago

I remember a time when

you were totally there

life was a toy box

filled with 

fun

today

you’re just 

there. time passes

unaware. life continues

but the toys and games are 

gone and the box stands bereft


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A Place

(Photo by Danny Ouellet

Source:  Stockvault)

There's a place at edge of light

Where thin the line 'tween day and night

Where nightmares wait just out of sight

And sunshine turns to dark.

There's a place in black of night

Where safety fades, replaced with fright

Where nightmares come with dad's goodnight

And childhood life departs.

There's a place above the deep

Where ere I jump, I stand and weep

And pray the lord my soul to keep

From this body torn apart.

There's a place where nightmares dwell

Where witches cackle and conjure spells

Where demons dance, escaped from hell

And hate pervades the heart.

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Breakfast Under the Tum-Tum Tree

  Illustration from The Jabberwocky

by Lewis Carroll 1871

(Source: WikiMedia Commons)

‘Twas brillig and the slithy toves did…

Oh, crap, who am I kidding?

‘Twasn’t brillig at all, not

on this very un-frabjous day, and

there is not one freaking slithy tove in sight.

Instead what's here is this giant bandersnatch

who galumphed in from the wabe

with no interest at all in the gyre and gimble

and one hell of a frumious appetite.

You thought the Jabberwock was bad?

Oh, man, you have no idea. The only uffish thought

this Bandersnatch has is – one two! one-two! – how to

ruin my day and steal my callooh, callay away.

Not today, big boy. I’m going back to bed.

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