June 25, 2009

Introduction to The Dream

You know college days are generally where you really believe that love can exist. I mean high school sweethearts are one thing, but the girls you meet in college can actually change your belief that you may want to truly share your life with someone else.

I can honestly tell you that my high school days were nothing to write home about. College gave me the excitement I had been longing for all my life. The friendships I enjoyed, the girlfriends I had relationships with, made me realize that school was just one piece of the puzzle to fulfill a life.

The upcoming poem describes the pressure I felt in meeting another piece of the puzzle and, in reality, describes my belief in what a relationship should be about. I hope you enjoy it and certainly would not be surprised, if you are in college, that you may envision this poem as your own dream.

June 17, 2009

The Wine Merchants Party

 

Each liquor has certain tastes

     Each with a different quality

But I bet you did not know

     Each liquor has a distinctive personality

 

Let’s join the party

 

For starters the real man walks in

     The daddy of the liquor family

He has the strength of ten men

     And bares the tough nickname J.D.

 

Next is the hopeful son

     Who will always wishfully dream

That he’ll fill in his dads shoes

     With the promising name of Jim Beam

 

The mother wines around the house

     Fearing that everyone knows

She will never calm down

     For she inherits the name Wild Irish Rose

 

The other son is the rich one

     Always fighting to be legal

But he knows the courts won’t agree

     For he was acquitted Chivas Regal

 

The neighbors are the life of the party

     They are all the swingers

For when they come over alone

     They always manage to pick up Two Fingers

 

Then there’s the guy that cannot get a date

     But comes over for the helluvit

He dresses in a dashing white suit

     And leaves in a gloomy Black Velvet

 

Next is the guy who speaks so loud

     Everyone can hear with Talker

The girls love his shape and body

     But wear earmuffs next to Johnnie Walker

 

Well at some point you had to figure

     Who would bring the cake and candy

And not to my surprise

     Walks in the great Napoleon Brandy

 

With all the men getting drunk

     It’s time to get risky

So with the first dance

     We join Miss Almaden with Canadian Club Whisky

 

And due to a recent divorce

     And a new lease on life

Out on the dance floor

     We see Paul Masson’s ex-wife

 

Aerobics has helped out this new figurine

     Every guy knowing he can’t fail her

We get to watch the gracefulness of

     California’s own Miss Taylor

 

Now with everyone on the floor

     We’ll finally say hello

To a couple of real winers

     Known as Ernest and Julio Gallo

 

So with the party in tact

     And nobody being bossy

Mr. J.D. sends home the bouncers

     Also known as Martini and Rossi

 

But now it is getting late

     And everyone leaves the party

Except the maid, Miss Inglenook

     And the butler, Ron Bacardi

 

So I’ll say goodnight

     With my good friend Yukon Jack

We’ve written this story together

     And now we are both gonna hit the sack.

June 10, 2009

Introduction to The Wine Merchants Party

All the pressure of getting to college to make a career for oneself takes it toll on so many teenagers. I always think back to my teenage years when I wanted to please my parents by doing well in school. I did transfer to a college where I was able to get out of my house and live on my own. The transformation was a difficult one but necessary. I found that the responsibility I developed from that experience was immeasurable.

One of the great pleasures of living on campus is you get to realize how much fun life can actually be. I am sure that is what led me to my first poem. I was working in a liquor store, and yes I did down a few drinks while going to college. It was owned by one person and it was a very small hut-like atmosphere. The night I wrote the upcoming poem was just a regular night where not much was going on. As always, I got the typical town lush coming in for his wild-irish rose but I always knew that would end my evening of customers. It was at that point I decided to do my round of stocking. During that process it came to me that every liquor in the store had some type of meaning.

The poem you will be introduced to next week will provide such meaning and I look forward to sharing the joy I had in my life during the college years with you.

June 4, 2009

Hello Reader. This is the 1st week of many weeks to come of the Life and Times of Michael Fidlow and my life experiences. Each 1st week I will attempt to set the tone for why the following weeks poem was written. I will try to give the poem or proverb its meaning so that you may have insight and understanding. I believe this approach will leave no doubt as to what has been written and why. Should there be any doubt in your interpretation please feel free to reach out and discuss it.

As always – Thanks for being Here!