Friday, May 19, 2017

people


by wiggly jones "the little hippie boy"






some people read thousands of books in their lives, and others never learn to read.

some people do heavy labor almost every day of their lives, many others work thousands of hours in offices and stores and factories, others never work a day in their lives.

most people can see, but some are born blind.

some people consume tens of thousands of gallons of alcohol in their lives, and others never touch a drop.

some people, such as prostitutes, have thousands of sexual experiences with thousands of different people in their lives, others have none at all.

some people, such as soldiers or members of militias or security police, kill thousands of their fellow humans with their own hands, most people will never kill even one.

some people spend decades, day after day, killing cows and pigs and chickens, others never see a drop of blood from any living creature deliberately spilled in their lives.

millions of people write poems that no one will ever read, a tiny handful write poems that are famous and memorized by schoolchildren.

some people are taught to pray as children, and continue to do so every day throughout their lives, others never say a prayer.

many other examples could be cited - drinking coffee, eating doughnuts, eating cheeseburgers, doing crossword puzzles, collecting stamps or baseball cards, playing games such as chess or go or monopoly - millions do these things every day or dedicate their lives to them but many millions more never engage in these activities at all.

hundreds of millions dream of becoming world famous entertainers or athletes, a minuscule handful do so.

many people go through life loyal to the tribe or nation they were born into.

a not inconsiderable minority embrace some different loyalty.

another, perhaps larger, minority never really give a shit about anything.

once every few hundred years, a person will start a religion that is embraced by millions.

am i missing something?

i wish all people well in their passage through this strange world.



Thursday, May 18, 2017

2 poems


by corrine delmonico




names my dad used to address human females of all ages


angel
baby
baby doll

blondie
boom boom
cupcake

cutie
dear
doll

gorgeous
honey
kitten

love
luscious
mama

sugar
sweetie
sweetie pie


names my mom used to address human males of all ages


angel
baby
big boy

boomer
champ
cutie

doll
gorgeous
handsome

honey
lover boy
muscles

studly
sugar
sweetie

tarzan
wild thing
you burning hunk of love


Sunday, April 9, 2017

3 poems


by wiggly jones "the little hippie boy"




all


god is love
trump is bad
jesus died for your sins
a woman has a right to her own body

you can’t fight city hall
jet fuel can’t melt steel beams
this country was built on the backs of slaves
you’ve never met a payroll in your life



turn it into a parking lot
how come there are still monkeys
if men had babies abortion would be a sacrament
property is theft

the people have taken to the streets
because the streets belong to the people
al gore has a private jet and a private beach
what difference does it make how people love








one



the wheel turns
the candle burns
the moon is the sun
all is one

the rain falls
the telemarketer calls
the burger is the bun
all is one

the clouds drift
the fork lifts
boredom is fun
all is one

life is war
with no reason for
people like guns
all is one

click click
throw a stick
see spot run
all is one

the loser wins
the dryer spins
the colors run
all is one








17 things to do in my next life



1. start a new religion, based on peace and love

2. eat healthier food

3. look people in the eye more

4. write at least two poems every day

5. write a novel every year

6. write at least one 2,000 page novel

7. try to be nicer to dogs - maybe if i like them more, they will like me more

8. learn about astronomy

9. try to learn to draw

10. don’t laugh at other peple’s opinions

11. realize that the only truth is that there is no truth

12. don’t sleep so much

13. make lists of things to do every day, and do them

14. go for long walks in all sorts of weather

15. smile more

16. don’t watch television

17. stay off the internet (and/or whatever might replace it)



Saturday, April 1, 2017

fate


by horace p sternwall

illustrations by roy dismas and konrad kraus






the fire was burning low.

thurston and beresford were the only members of the club still in the room.

“you know,” said thurston, “i was reading something in the gazette this morning.” he paused. “i can’t now remember what it was, but somehow it put me in mind of something. something that happened a long time ago. to a fellow named stafford- wiggins. i don’t suppose you would have known him?”

beresford made a sort of grunt which thurston took as indicating that beresford had indeed not known stafford-wiggins.


“no, i didn’t suppose you would,” thurston continued. “he was a young chap starting out in the service in the corps - the diplomatic corps - at the same time as myself. which, of course, was not exactly yesterday. anyway, all of us - all of us young fellows starting out - thought stafford-wiggins was quite a comer. so, one bright spring afternoon old sir edward chandry - who was in charge of sort of shepherding us through our apprenticeship - invited all of us - all of us young chaps - to the races. at ascot, if i remember correctly.

one of the things that impressed us about stafford-wiggins was the amazing talent he had for arriving at any event or appointment at exactly the right time - never so much as a minute early or late.


so, all the rest of us had gathered in front of the track with sir edward and lady chandry, and we were waiting for stafford-wiggins. the more forthright among us had been laughingly assuring sir edward and his consort that he would most assuredly arrive just in time.

and sure enough, he did just that.

a few of the fellows began chaffing him good-naturedly as he stepped down from his coach, straightening his jacket and getting ready to pay his respects to sir edward and lady chandry, whom i happened to be standing just behind.


“that young man,” lady chandry observed in a low voice to sir edward, indicating stafford-wiggins, “does not know how to wear a top hat.”

this was bad enough, but worse was to come.

“nor,” lady chandry added , “will he ever.”

“i am afraid you are right, my dear,” sir edward agreed as he put on a smile and stepped forward to greet stafford-wiggins.

sentence had been passed, as quickly as a leaf might fall, and of course there was no appeal or any notion of one from the condemned.


i remember that i made a few successful wagers that afternoon, which needless to say made more of an impression on me than any thoughts - deep or otherwise - i might have had about poor staford-wiggins.

in due course, stafford-wiggins was posted to the balkans or spanish guyana or some such. for all practical purposes, he was never heard of or from again. “

thurston paused again, “funny, isn’t it, how a single - what would you call it? not even a misstep, really, can determine a fellow’s fate.”

but beresford did not reply, as he had fallen asleep.



Sunday, March 12, 2017

lonely





by alice marston sternwall


everybody hates the lonely
don’t let them tell you otherwise
you are having a nice conversation
then you see the desperation in their eyes

all the years of solitude
come rising up like foam
in the flickering beams of your sympathy
they finally see their way home

their dreams and sad opinions
flow through the night and into dawn
their clutching hands reach out to you
but you are already gone

perhaps when you lie dying
in a little room alone
you will give a thought to those desperate ones
and regret your heart of stone



Thursday, March 2, 2017

a ballad



by horace p sternwall





the world is bad but should be good
robin hood slept in king john’s wood
king john was bad, but robin was good
let us sing a song of robin hood

o merrily merrily merrily we go
all of good cheer we be
fair robin doth dwell in the deep deep woods
dwelleth there doth he

the king put a bounty on robin’s head
and swore to hang him from a tree
o merrily merrily merrily we go
all of good cheer be we

maid marian rode by the castle gate
she caught the bad king’s eye
all merrily she rode away
between the forest and the sky

all merrily we ride away
with robin and his merry men
and we’ll stay in the wood be it understood
until the good times come again

friar tuck stood up with a flagon of ale
he drank it down right strong
o merrily merrily merrily we go
singing this merry song



Tuesday, February 28, 2017

2 poems


by chuck leary




poem

how nasty life is!
and how even worse people are!
how i wish i were an anchovy
in a can on the shelf of an abandoned supermarket

or even better
on a pizza half-eaten
and tossed aside in its cardboard box
on a sidewalk in the rain

a million cab drivers weep
dreaming of neanderthal maidens
peanut butter and jelly sandwiches
peanut butter and marshmallow sandwiches







sorrow


i am sorry i find life ridiculous
and can not share in your joys and sorrows
perhaps after a good night’s sleep
i will feel better tomorrow