Mar11

More Pancakes

by admin on March 11th, 2012 at 9:09 pm
Posted In: Poetry 2012

More Pancakes

Pancakes in the morning.
Pancakes for lunch.
Pancakes at dinner.
Pancakes a whole bunch.

Pancakes I love.
Pancakes to eat.
Pancakes in my ears.
Pancakes between my feet.

Pancakes I see.
Pancakes I scoff.
Pancakes in the kitchen.
Pancakes in the loft.

Pancakes with syrup.
Pancakes in stacks.
Pancakes with butter.
Pancakes in sacks.

Pancakes I’ve cooked.
Pancakes I’ve eaten.
Pancakes I’ve flipped.
Pancakes I’m dreamin’.

Pancakes I’m full of.
Pancakes too many I’ve ate.
Pancakes I’m pukin’.
Pancakes I hate.

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I was cleaning out drawers in my desk and came across a book of poems I put together as a small book called “According to the Flying Loaf of Bread”.  All cut and pasted and photocopied.  I gave it away at Christmas of 1991.  The picture was done by a friend of mine, Alex S.   Finding it brought back lots of fun memories.

Anyway – I had a good time reading this poem to the family this morning at breakfast.  Tressa put her hand on my arm and said “I really like that daddy till the puke part.”  Everyone is a critic.

 

 

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Feb27

You Always Live

by admin on February 27th, 2012 at 8:42 pm
Posted In: Poetry 2012

It’s a reoccurring dream-
Horrible and vivid
Each time equally haunting, slightly altered,
Same ending, same horrible result:

screeching tires and that maddening
indescribable, yet knowable “thunk”
of metal meeting flesh.

A sense of failure, pain, rage-
Racing to the scene, always in slow motion.
Oh reckless one I love you,
Tears blurring, I’m so sorry. I’ve failed you.

Yet, miraculously you survive.
You always live and I always weep.

It’s a reoccurring dream-
Horrible and vivid
Each time equally haunting, slightly altered,
Same ending. Oh God, please let it be the same ending.

 

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Feb27

My Talented Children

by admin on February 27th, 2012 at 8:21 pm
Posted In: My Family

So my oldest son has some crazy talent.  I found this picture of him on the main screen of my phone.  He can suck his nostrils in without using his hands.

Not sure this newly uncovered talent is going to pay for his college tuition… maybe he can get on America’s Got Talent?

My middle son can do strange things with his fingers.  He can make them move in this sort of weird jerking motion at odd angles.  They pop and snap into postions.  Not sure how he figured out he could that with them but boy am I glad he did.

My daughter does this creepy thing with eyes where they go into opposite directions.  It really is just creepy.

So at dinners periodically they each start showing off their “talents”.  I can do none of these things but I do have an urge to go put a top hat on, find some clowns and put a elephant barn in the back yard.

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