Well, I’m a mixed up sort of guy

In a mixed up sort of world

But I’m lucky, still, ‘cause I….

Have got a mixed up sort of girl

Even though we sometimes wish

Life was little bit more clear

Still, I’m her lovin’ daddy

And she’s my little dear


She’s got a kooky little house

And a real neurotic cat

Sometimes we wish that we could move

Sometimes we’re happy where we’re at

But we both hear distant music

It’s been callin’ all our lives

Sometimes that far off music

Cuts through us just like knives



Still we stay together

Through every thin and thick

We got the kind of lovin’

That makes me think we’re gonna stick


In spite of all the troubles

On the big globe as she twirls

Round a mixed up sort of guy

And round his mixed up sort of girl


(Bridge)

We shoot pool on Friday evenings

She drinks Pepsi, I drink beer

If we make it to the dance floor

I always let her steer


In spite of all the troubles

On the big globe as she twirls

Round a mixed up lovin’ guy

And his mixed up lovin’ girl


Yeah, what we have’s more precious

Than all the gems and pearls…

To a mixed up sort of guy

And his mixed up sort of girl


C 2008 Gair

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I was a-munchin’ ‘n’ a-crunchin’ on some crackers ‘n’ cheese
When a-someone or a-somethin’ came ‘n’ tickled my knees –

With her tail up in the air in a question mark tease,
‘Twas my little grey kitten mewin’ wide-green eyed pleas –

Beggin’ of her human, “Oh kind human, please
Won’t you let me share in yer crackers ‘n’ cheese?”

I looked into her tiny face ‘n’ made the choice with ease –
Doncha know that to my heart this kitten holds the keys?

I felt her purrs flow past me, a gentle, liltin’ breeze,
‘N’ now my kitten’s doin’ the munchin’ on my crackers ‘n’ cheese!

waterdragon

New onset seizure,
Syncopal episode – hmmmm

Psychogenic origins?

Regardless of that
I paid the price in full,
Although I’m grateful
That bitten tongue
And broken bone

Were not on sale today

Pain has painted my
Body black
And stuffed my nerves
With tar

I feel too thick in it
To move

Maybe tonight I’ll
Swim in dreams
Of darkest India inks

waterdragon

Leafless, brown, and bare,
the boughs make a filigree
against the blue sky.

Snow on black gravel
but it is ephemeral,
gravel black again.

brdubois

Spring


The mower started right off,
a good omen for the season.
Now the well pump
won't develop a leak,
the gophers won't fell the hollyhocks,
the irrigation ditch will be full
whenever the fields need water,
the rain will fall straight down,
not spotting my windows.
It will fall only at night
when it won't interfere
with gardening or partying.
The weeds will shrivel
when I frown at them.
The lawn will fill in
hiding the dogs' excavations.
The wind will metamorphose
into pleasant breezes
and I will hope
the dream won't end.

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Steppin’ Out NM Poet’s Corner blog presents its third annual

gair88

HI, Friends,

Here is my favorite Shakespeare's sonnet to commemorate his birthday:

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand'ring bark;
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

brdubois

The clouds shook
A thick, black, very wet blanket out
In the Southeastern quadrant
Of the New Mexico firmament,
Complete with lightning
And growling, crackling,
Massive basso-profundo sound effects,
Inviting the sun to rest,
Take a load off,
Reeellaaaxxx!

Abrasively radiant,
Helios glared a brilliant, heated, passionate,
Steamy smile
Into the arid monsoon skies

And refused Storm’s invitation
To lie down and go to bed

waterdragon

We probably need another wind poem:

If I were the wind, I'd blow, wouldn't you?
lift up the roofs to let the air through?
The North Wind comes down to us straight from the
Pole
and brings along snow, ice, and much arctic cold.
Trade winds can circle the entire globe
and help out the sailboats and frequently probe
the chinks in the timbers of houses and barns.
A hurricane, though, would do way too much harm.
I'd not be a tornado, the windstorm from hell;
I'd just be a seabreeze and make the waves swell.
I might accompany a gentle rain
so people would want me to come back again.


Barbara, June 7, 2009.

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In Socorro, we're having fun with Fibonacci poems (fibs), using the Fibonacci sequence, 0, 1,1,2,3,5,8, thanks to Shirley Blackwell.

For example: fine
words
poems
lyrical
Fibonacci style
Why not have fun with poetry?

or Hot
sun
fireworks
thunderstorms
family picnics
Independence Day July 4th

or Swim
golf
tennis
exercise
almost any sport
healthful for both mind and body

Barbara, June 21, 2009

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