Oh wow! I fell prey to the mainstream teen phenomenonYeah, man, my generation had the commercial power And cause we had shared interests and “disposable income.”We changed the worldStep aside, you children of the 50’sAnd let us who grew up in the 60’s and 70’s instructWe were a major force in shaping popular culture, fashion,… Read More Cool
My father had many traits,Some good, a few bad.He was, though, a self-crowned funny man,That one trait could go either way.He would call random female friends Disguising his voice to perform a pregnancy surveyThen one regrettable day,The voice admitted to being with child.My Mother would redden with shame,As his fable of their honeymoonWould spew forth.She… Read More I slipped a sheep and a sheep slipped me
I was asked the other dayOver a pint, don’t ya knowWhat one word describes your childhoodI thought, smiled, and contemplatedFrowned, grimaced, and mutteredStarted to answer, then thought againThere was love and happiness and joyIn our small home.I never went without, my belly always fullMy parents never divorcedThey never had physical fightsThey were always home at… Read More One Word
Yeah, my brother, my big brother,He was 22 years my senior. Someone cut from a whole other generation, if you will. Born of my father’s second marriage. He spent his first few years after birth on a failing cotton farm,In the back country of Missouri.He wasn’t slow, or dumb, or an idiot.He did become a… Read More Cecil
When I look to the past, the one thing I miss the most,Is the simplicity of childhood.The wonder of learning new thingsNo large responsibilitiesBeing provided forLoved unconditionally2026
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Ponder this old sayingLife is a bowl of cherriesDoes it not instill thoughts of pristine, gleaming fruitBut the top sparkling layerThese hide the rotting, spoiling bottomTruth of the bowlLife is A Bowl of Cherries(Rotted and Full of Worms)2026
As a small child, I was told that when I grew up, I would be a preacher. One of those who stands in the pulpitAnd screams for twenty minutes, A true man of God.My Dad would introduce me by saying, “This is my son Roy, tell them what you’re gonna be when you grow up.”I… Read More When I Grow Up
Kitty corner from my childhood home Stood, with faded and peeling paint A gloomy red building Jo Lums Chinese RestaurantWe never, EVER ate there Not that we ate Chinese at all Even with its close proximity We still never ventured thereThe spicy smell of its kitchen The rotting stink of its dumpster Would waft our… Read More Jo Lums
Terror and fearForm in my mindAs I recall my earliest memoryChristmas at Grandmother EdmondsA yule time of cussing and fightingCould be had by all.Dad, after a few beersHas glazed eyes with a grimaceHe has checked out.Mother holding back tears.Wringing her handsMuttering words of hope.Grandmother fussing,Lecturing all on proper etiquetteCalling God’s wrath down on allGrandfather, ready… Read More First Memory
Ramblings of an Old Coot 