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September 18, 2003 | Me

[NeoCaveman]

Hillary knew
Monica blew
On the dress
Bill goo.

[Destructor]

Indians scattered on dawns highway bleeding

Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile egg shell mind...oh wait...it's been done.

[WarmLiquidGhoo]

What if God was one of us
Just a slob like one of us
Blah blah blah blah blah blah bla
blah blah blee blah blue

I wrote that...

[EternalVigilance]

Thanks Seem Hardly Sufficient

To all the fallen heroes
On this day of memory
We thank you for the service
You gave to keep us free

In the heat of battle
Many things can cross your mind
Your accomplishments and failures
Your loved ones left behind

But as so often happens
When the bullets fly
You fought for those beside you
For them you willingly died

Greater love has no man
Than for his friends to give his life
You gave yourself so others
Could have a family and a wife

My poor pen can't begin to give
A fitting epitaph
For those like you who gave it all
Who chose the Christ-like path

By EternalVigilance

[TonyInOhio]

tap...tap...tap...Is this thing on?

Freeper Island

Your thoughts only make
Sense if you’re a castaway
On Freeper Island

Thank you, thank you very much.

[Fawnn]

I met my first husband at church camp. Sadly, what I thought would be a fairy tale romance proved to be anything but. (But my daughter resulted from that union, so I can't regret the experience!) Short as it was, my second marriage was far happier; for some reason, I've been unable to write any poetry about that marriage -- although I have written several personal essays about my late husband. But, as usual, I digress....

I wrote this poem BEFORE Neil Diamond had similar moon/sun lyrics in "I Am, I Said" and before the end of my first marriage:

There Are No Rainbows at Night

The wind can bend each vulnerable tree;
As I, from your words, when we disagree.
Lightning pierces and masquerades as day,
Bright flashes of hope ­ amid disarray.
We share life together; but not as one,
For I am the moon and you are the sun.
Thunder is bellowing, the sky rebels. ...
Echoed with snoring; it's silent, then swells.
Lingering moisture on the window pane. ...
Rain must be female, to choose to remain
While all around her explodes, then is gone.
The disruption's past . . . she's still clinging on.
And 'though you're beside me to keep me warm,
I never can sleep during a storm.

Copyright ©1972-2003 Pamela Rice Hahn
All Rights Reserved.
--

This one was written shortly after the end of my first marriage. ("Growies" are what we called the wild daisies that grew on the church camp property.)

Gathering Growies on Vespers Hill

I wonder perhaps if I ever will
gather growies again on Vespers Hill.

Paths on a hillside where
the daisies grew wild,
Sunshine seemed warmer then,
Was I but a child

to trust that life could be
what we wish for?
I gave you all of me,
You wanted more.

Changes weren't in our plans,
I wanted to stay
safe on a hillside with
a growie bouquet.

With heaven as close as
just touching the sky
and when seemed so much more
important than why.

Dreams were so easy then.
We lived for someday.
We thought our future but
a whisper away.

I wonder perhaps if I ever will
gather growies again on Vespers Hill.

Copyright ©1974-2003 Pamela Rice Hahn
All rights reserved.

[EternalVigilance]

The Citizen Soldier

The American soldier
Is an every-man
One reason we revere them
Is that we know
If they can do it
If they can be brave
All of us can

From the farms and factories
From the mines and from the fields
Come the best we have produced
America's precious yield

Over and over they misunderstood
These tyrants who laughed and scoffed
Their miscalculation was fatal
Thinking we as a nation were soft

But America protects its own
Our people and our friends
And by the grace of God
May it be so to the end

By EternalVigilance

[b9]

>>> Is there anything you can do to fix
"Happy Birthday to You?"<<<

Celebrations, tis true,
should be joyous and new.
"Happy Birthday," though hackneyed,
Is a sweet "I love you." :o)
(Hallmark version)

Happy Birthday?
Who knew?
Go away, please...now SHOO
What, a free gift you're selling?
And your grandmother, too!
(telemarketer (response) version)

Happy Birthdaze...too few
Sappy mirth craze ...phew phew
Go sell CRAzy some-place e.e.e.lse...
I'm full up here.... same to YOU!
(curmudgeon (Jack Nickolson) version)

[gcruse]

Thank you! :)

[xsmommy]

oh isn't that nice, rme....

[b9]

Yielding to God,
letting go human will,
is a natural task
for the peaceful and still.

[Cyber Ninja]

It was the White House intern named Monica.
From her knees played Bill’s bent harmonica.
After the obstructionist lied.
Impeachment was tried.
But then Republicans went limp; how ironica.

[Fawnn]

I love your Happy Birthday versions!

I've since lost (and forgotten) all of the lyrics, but my first parody was sung to the tune of Roger Miller's "King of the Road" and included the lyrics:

I like to go uptown.
Can't swim, but I know how to drown....

[Fawnn]

I love your limerick about the bent one!!! LOL!!!

[exodus]

Here's a good place to post a "Rat" poem.

Don't forget to explain where the "rat" comes from. :)

[William Tell]

  Ode to Despair

From their fear of Cruz and Gray Davis
The Rinos beseech, "Arnold, save us".
No principled talk
of Tom McClintock,
mutes their pitiful pleas to enslave us.


With only honor and good for protection,
From the Dems we expect just rejection.
So, let's melt down our guns,
kill our daughters and sons,
and embrace sodomy to win this election.

[Fester Chugabrew]

Thanks a ton, but I'm not one to win a bun or baldly banter about who won, so I'll lurk until the fun is done.

[b9]

Oooo...wish you could remember your parody.
That's such an earthy tune to croon to :o)

[doug from upland]

All his enemies worked toward his fall

But the Gipper stood up to them all

Freedom's flags were unfurled

His six words changed the world

"Mr. Gorbachev, tear down this wall"

[new cruelty]

I love it. Give me more.