September 23, 2009

Home Sweet Home

 

This family with which I state

Bares a resemblance of love and hate

     For I am sure

     As we endure

That many of you can truly relate

 

They lived on top of Blue ridge Hill

They lived on dreams and hopes to fulfill

     Their was the sister

     Could no one resist her

For everyone knew she was up on the pill

 

Father never left this grand place

But always kept up with his own pace

     For being a holy man

     He kept up with Gods plan

And would never miss saying his grace

 

The boy was of the troublesome sort

He always did what he shouldn’t ought

     One day he really said it

     Black eyes did he inherit

And from then on his lesson was taught

 

The mother was of the gentle kind

But was always caught up in a bind

      Looking the other way

      When skies were gray

The relaxing sun she never would find

 

With this family of four

Life had become quite a bore

     So with a bat of her eyes

     Sister left with the guys

And the hill was rid of a whore

 

Along with one great big feast

With flour, bread and yeast

     The father said

     I must unwed

I have decided to become a church priest

 

With two gone and two left pale

The boy knew he just could not fail

     But off went his mouth

     And off to the south

Did the boy wind up in jail

 

So with one left in the dome

Mother feeling all so alone

     She knit away

     With one thing to say

There is just no such thing as “Home Sweet Home”

September 16, 2009

Introduction to Home Sweet Home

We all want to believe that our own family is the perfect family. Unfortunately, that is a very rare occurrence. We find out that we have faults and we have to learn how to deal with them. Love generally carries you through, but if times are that difficult, a parting of ways is never easy on anyone. Fortunately, even though we did have some rough patches, my parents were able to keep it together for us. To this day I am grateful for their efforts. The next poem was written during a difficult time in the family relationship with the hopes that my parents would see that they did have a choice. At the end of the day we have to do what we feel is best for one another and for oneself. Since there is no right answer I hope your family knows how to figure out what they need to do to raise the children under the best circumstances possible.

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.