LETTER TO SANTA |
Letter to Santa
My son brings home a letter
a project the New York Police Academy
offers their graduating class
Dear Santa
I am a Mother of one boy
He is seven
I would like some school supplies
and ...
Posted by on Mon, 15 Dec 2008 01:07:00 GMT |
A SONG |
A Song
A song strings a memory
Christmas
a phonograph
a red record
Frosty the Snowman, my favorite
Thumpetty thump thump
Thumpetty thump thump
Where did Frosty go
Frosty, with his bubbl...
Posted by on Sat, 13 Dec 2008 14:39:00 GMT |
YULE TIDE TREE |
I
hear
Yuletide
carols sung
by a fire see
folks dressed like
Eskimos think of days
my brother and I watched
Mom ice our Christmas tree
Dad resting it on his knee drilling
holes adding branches &n...
Posted by on Sat, 06 Dec 2008 03:50:00 GMT |
IN RADIO DAYS |
In Radio Days
Dad loved junking
finding radios tossed on the dumps
repaired some, dismantled others
He invented a purpose for useless parts
Wire wave-transmitters, rewrapped 'round
bits of t...
Posted by on Fri, 14 Nov 2008 20:39:00 GMT |
FITTING IN |
Fitting In
Boys liking girls with big breasts
send me crying to Mom
When words can't uplift
she offers a pair of foam rubber falsies
Underneath a bra
the erectile nipples
look real and spectacular...
Posted by on Wed, 12 Nov 2008 14:28:00 GMT |
The Sinking of the Rhona - Dads Ship |
THE SINKING OF THE ROHNA
We left Oran the twenty-fifthOf November forty threeOn His Majesty's ship the "Rhona"And headed out to sea.
We had no thought of fear that dayOur spirits soaring high,And we...
Posted by on Tue, 11 Nov 2008 19:37:00 GMT |
HE TRIED TO TELL ME |
HE TRIED TO TELL ME &nbs
p; &nbs
p; &nbs
p;&...
Posted by on Mon, 10 Nov 2008 16:45:00 GMT |
WAR WOUNDS |
War Wounds
Dad, an Army vet
told war stories
showed me scars
slivers of shrapnel
expelled from his body
the half inch lift
nailed onto his left shoe
his Purple Heart
how he earned it
why he hated ...
Posted by on Sat, 08 Nov 2008 02:34:00 GMT |
ED |
Mom whispered
the "C" word as if cancer were a curse
back when prayers were the only hope
a Novena the best medicine
I chose St. Jude
patron of hopeless cases
to intercede on my behalf
ca...
Posted by on Fri, 31 Oct 2008 17:13:00 GMT |
Found At Last |
Found At Last
A sense of accomplishment
sparked by a phone call from a stranger
she asks how I found her
when and where I found her camera
eighty-two precious memories
thought lost for...
Posted by on Fri, 24 Oct 2008 19:39:00 GMT |
