Before

What is done,

And what should be done,

Too many times,

Are two different things.

 

Life at this time,

Has lost its shine,

Do people’s dirty little tricks,

Too make your stomach sick?

 

Let us rewind,

Hundreds of years,

So as to get away,

From so many vile liberal minds.

 

I’ve been known to wonder,

Why wasn’t I born,

Way back when?

Eventually though,

It’s concluded,

That I was,

But then,

Like everyone does,

I was reincarnated,

Time and again,

Until now here I am,

Part of this modern world,

That’s congested with hatred.

 

How many previous,

Lives did I lead?

What did I get up to?

And did I succeed?

Does that even matter?

To these I’ve no answer.

 

I’m sure there were many,

Some in the times when being rich,

Required barely more than a penny,

And other souls were so far off,

That a walk to visit neighbors,

Would wear a hole in one’s socks.

 

I hereby suggest someone,

Invent a spell,

That can take a body back,

To when things were simple,

To when for the most part,

Society was civil,

Rather than sinful.

 

I beg of you,

Let me go back,

To whenever it was,

That my first life was lived,

Modern conveniences be damned,

The peace would more than make up,

For what I would lack.

 

 

 

 

 

If Only I Could Raise The Dead

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Forever grateful I would be,

If you would but come back to me,

Haunt my life,

Make it again worthwhile,

And bring upon my lips a smile.

 

Feel free to be a weekend visitor,

Or a constant in my world,

I’ll take anything my friend,

Just to unite with you again.

 

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If you feel like coming home,

I won’t tell anyone you’re here,

So next time you decide to roam,

I hope you end up near.

 

Don’t you worry,

Your place has been saved,

Never to be taken by another,

Now what are you waiting for,

To knock upon my door?

 

I’ve heard that these things happen,

And I know if you appeared again,

Wrongs would right themselves,

And this life full of desolation,

Would soon be dazzlingly bright.

 

It’s a sure-fire bet,

If you’d show your silhouette,

It would brighten my days,

Better than Florida’s sun rays.

 

If you’re waiting on an invitation,

Well here it is:

“You are invited”!

And for more than a vacation,

I’ll see that the way is lighted,

If you be sure your journey gets expedited.

 

 

 

Now Wouldn’t That Be Brilliant

Imagine having the ability,

To become invisible,

With a clap of the hands,

Or the blow of a whistle,

What a pleasure it would be,

To get to do things,

Not otherwise permissible.

 

Certain situations,

Can get awfully sticky,

And to seem to fade out in a puff,

Would be a pretty convenient tricky.

 

Remaining hidden,

While being there unbidden,

Would be better than riches,

Even if it had some glitches.

 

Learning secrets,

Not meant for my ears,

Would be a priceless talent,

Maybe even enabling me,

To fuck with an event’s sequence.

 

I wonder,

In this situation,

Would strangers mistake me for a spirit?

If I were to walk in invisible,

Then reverse the spell,

And say an unexpected salutation?

 

How suitable it would be,

To be admitted for free,

Thanks to them not seeing,

The body that’s me,

And so they’d be,

Screwed out of a fee.

 

I dare say it would be,

Good practice for death,

At least that is so,

If you believe in becoming a presence,

After you’ve breathed your last breath.

 

Well I think that about covers it,

There’s no need to elaborate more on the subject,

By now you ought to get the picture,

Of how life could be richer,

And I suppose it will do me no good,

To speculate,

Of how wonderful it would be,

To possess this fine trait,

But I’d like it anyhow,

If I could make this happen,

Right here right now.

 

 

This I Promise

I may get old,

But I won’t get fat,

You couldn’t pay me enough,

To get like that.

I may get old,

But I won’t act my age,

I’ll let my true colors show,

Wherever I go.

I may get old,

But I won’t get lazy,

Although I may be,

The one the neighbors call crazy.

I may get old,

But I won’t get frail,

I’ll be tough enough to hold up,

Through a raging gale.

I may get old,

But I won’t lose it all,

I haven’t worked my whole life,

Just to have a downfall.

I may get old,

But I won’t be forgetful,

My memories will be right there,

Behind my temples.

I may get old,

But I won’t go grey,

I’ll do myself up pretty,

‘Til my dying day.

I may get old,

But I won’t be a nag,

I’ll let the younger generations,

Do whatever makes their tails wag.

I may get old,

But I won’t turn into a recluse,

Everyone will know of me,

Like a child knows of Mother Goose.

I may get old,

But I won’t be feeble,

I’ll still drive around,

In a big diesel.

I may get old,

But I won’t change my mind,

There’s a reason that one,

Became a favorite of mine.

I may get old,

But I won’t give up,

I’ll still be here,

Livin’ it up.

Yeah, You Wish………..

You can start with “I wish”,

And end it however you like,

But it’s just a thought,

And will help you naught.

 

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If only a wish,

Wasn’t just a wish,

If we could cast a line,

Then reel it in,

Like one does a fish.

 

If only wishes,

Blew in on the wind,

If we could just open up our arms,

And they’d be ours for the taking,

Free for just embracing.

 

If only wishes,

Could really be granted,

We could search high and search low,

Til we sought out a genie,

And our wish he’d bestow.

 

If only wishes,

Weren’t just our imaginations,

If they could be rained upon us,

We’d fill a bucket to the top,

The next time the clouds let it drop.

 

If only wishes,

Could be bought,

We’d work our hands to the bone,

Then we’d use all our pennies,

To buy many.

 

If only wishes,

Struck from out of nowhere,

We could head out in a storm,

And with luck its eyewall,

Won’t pass us by.

 

If only wishes,

Could be given as gifts,

It would seem always like Christmas,

We’d eagerly pass them around,

Hoping by Karma we’d be found.

 

If only wishes,

Could be planted,

We’d plant giant gardens,

Then from our land,

We’d farm them by hand.

 

If only wishes,

Weren’t just daydreams,

It would be nice to pick them,

To keep on hand,

For if we get stranded.

 

If only wishes,

Could be earned,

We could labor with a smile,

For that would be worth our while.

 

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If you think about it,

It makes no sense,

To wish upon a star,

That will only fall,

Far away,

From wherever you are.

 

I’ve come to the conclusion,

That wishes are worthless,

I’d say I wish that wasn’t true,

But that would be pointless.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Re-Written Fairy Tale

Today I must,

For you re-write,

The story of Snow White,

As you read it through,

It may indeed pale,

In comparison to the original tale,

But I swear to you,

Each word is true.

 

Inside a vast forest,

Deep inside and to the North,

Lies a comely cottage,

Inhabited by a beauty called Snow White,

Who lives a simple life,

Happy and at one,

With our Mother Earth.

 

Each day is different though the same,

She wanders out,

And navigates her way about,

Picking herbs and berries,

Until she has all that she can carry.

 

Often she will spy,

A pretty bird in a tree up high,

Or an interesting flower swaying to and fro,

In the valley not far below,

But nothing could prepare her to see,

What she saw this morning,

They were a seriously scary,

And ugly thing to see.

 

A midget and a skeleton,

From the back yea sure,

They only looked like a couple of gentleman,

But upon them hearing our Snow White,

They stopped and turned around,

And there her heart nearly stopped,

Yes it plummeted to the ground,

And her scream was heard,

For quite a distance around.

 

You see she was used to,

Conversing with the animals,

And the occasional passerby,

Normally those out and about this early,

Were nothing like this evil looking,

Spine chilling crew of two.

 

Once her heart beat settled down,

She looked to them with a frown,

And though their words then were polite,

When they walked away,

She could hear them laughing about her fright.

 

Unused to interruptions such as these,

In her commonly calm grove of trees,

Since normally the type to pass through,

Were friendly and sincere,

She went to see Queen Aimee,

Knowing she would lend an ear.

 

After a talk and a drink,

Snow White was calmer,

And made her way back home to think,

Then at some point she fell asleep,

And awoke knowing just,

What to do to these creeps.

 

She had to bide her time,

Not just execute her plan on a dime,

She decided she would wait,

For Halloween to come around,

Then for sure this midget and this skeleton,

Would fall victim to her bait.

 

Her daily routine now has her on edge,

Never has she been so uncomfortable,

In what is normally her element,

The birds are no longer as beautiful,

Nor the flowers as fragrant.

 

Still though she powers through,

She must,

As the things she gathers,

Are her livelihood,

So she deals with these two daily,

While out on her strolls,

And the things she hears from them,

Are never very good.

 

What used to be so pleasant,

Was now nerve wracking and stressful,

There were still the lovely encounters,

With forest creatures and neighbors,

But no matter how much good was present,

Seeing those two would add a touch of dreadful.

 

While picking berries with Queen Aimee,

At a crossroads near her cottage,

Snow White could see the midget,

He was going about his business,

A slight scowl on his face,

She wished then that she could drown him,

In a pot of piping-hot porridge,

Especially when along came his skeleton,

And together they started speaking of her,

The lies they spoke were so vicious,

There was no way now,

For them to ever earn her forgiveness.

 

As the summer wore on,

Fall settled upon Snow White’s woods,

And for her plan,

She began to gather,

The needed goods.

 

She could see without a doubt,

That the midget and the skeleton,

Needed to be taken out,

They always schooled their face,

Into a friendly mask,

Until the unlucky one was gone from their space,

Then insulting talk and mean laughter would commence.

 

These two evil boys went out of their way,

With snide comments,

And nasty looks,

Their despicable behavior,

Made them many enemies,

Amongst this lot of trees.

 

Inside her cottage,

The cauldron smoked and bubbled,

With a brew so potent,

It would take only a moment,

For them to go under,

And leave Snow White and her woods,

Again untroubled.

 

Before long the day arrived,

Time for the annual Halloween bash,

All the forest folk were invited,

Even those two known as,

The neighborhood trash.

 

A great array of gourmet dishes,

Prepared exclusively by our Snow White,

Were set up on a massive table,

Bathed in colorful flashy lights.

 

There was a name card at each seat,

And two had beside them,

An extra-special treat,

A piece of her famous apple pie,

With just enough poison,

To not quite make them die.

 

First there was casino card games and some dancing,

Then to the food tables,

Everyone started advancing,

While they all filled their plates,

Snow White snuck off to hide,

To watch the midget and the skeleton,

Devour their food,

And then her bait.

 

Soon it was time for everyone to go,

All were so buzzed and full,

No one noticed the two troublemakers,

Had been brought down,

By their resident baker.

 

She dragged them inside,

And left them to a lifelong nap,

Where Karma could complete the work,

Their princesses never showed,

At the humble abode,

And as their lips never received their kiss,

They were forced to stay,

Forever like this.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wandering Mind

Are you aware your mind has wings?

It flies you here and there,

By the way of thinking things.

 

Just the other day,

I was flown away,

I went all the way,

To a city called L.A.,

I saw Rodeo Drive,

And Sunset Boulevard,

Yea leaving there was really hard.

 

I remember once being transported,

To another century,

While there I did get courted,

By Grand Duke Gregory.

 

At a time when I was feeling blue,

In my mind I traveled to,

The glorious Granby Zoo,

There I was untroubled,

And from my heart,

Laughter bubbled.

 

About a month ago,

I happened to go for a visit,

To a place most exquisite,

There had food most decadent,

Not that that is even relevant,

But I love food so,

And wow, their cookie dough!

 

I am about to take a trip,

On a fancy ship,

Work I plan to skip,

Maybe I’ll even be a pig,

And eat lots of chips,

Unless before I go,

I somehow get a grip.

 

Where will you wander?

Will it be just over yonder?

Or will you head far off,

To some place warm and soft?

 

 

 

 

 

What Do You Wish For?

At a hidden beach house near Key West,

Lives a tiger known as Sir Sadie,

Laying on white sand,

He naps on a towel,

Wearing only a scowl.

 

Scaring vacationers,

With a growl most foul,

And watching their fruity drinks fizz,

Are pastimes of his.

 

With the power vested in him,

By the Queen Of The Fishes,

Once each day,

He must grant someone three wishes.

 

So long as he’s near the ocean,

If you find him first,

He can put your most unfathomable,

Desires in motion.

 

But lazy Sir Sadie,

And his growl most foul,

Have most running like scared babies,

My God,

The way they are running,

You’d think he has rabies!

 

Remember,

If you’re a wuss,

And scared of this puss,

Be brave!

He’s just ol’ Sir Sadie,

Who knows his growl most foul,

Will cause a fuss,

Allowing him to be lazy.

 

If no one can get near,

Without first racing off in fear,

He can lay there on his towel,

Sneering and leering,

Instead of doing his job,

Of granting your wishes,

As he’s been ordered to do,

By the Queen Of The Fishes.

 

You could conceivably get lucky,

And head to this beach,

When he’s ’round the back,

Napping on his porch,

Seeking some reprieve,

From the sun’s scorch.

 

If you sneak up from behind,

And rub his back just so,

He’ll wake up with a smile,

And stretch out all his toes.

 

Once you get past his ever-present scowl,

And growl most foul,

He’s really not that bad,

And could even be considered,

As a friendly fellow.

 

Now grab those wishes while you can,

While he’ll afford you them with a smile,

Instead of with that growl most foul.

 

You can wish for anything,

From a ten-foot chocolate cake,

To a castle with a pot of gold,

Beside a pretty lake.

 

It’s too bad no one has yet thought,

To wish that all the world,

Would come into contact with Sir Sadie,

If we could all have a shot at three wishes,

For sure lots of crime would vanish,

And an abundance of good would flourish.