Just a quick poem I wrote
Passion’s Face
You and I, alone at last
There is no future, there is no past
A gentle kiss, a warm embrace
The passion’s there upon your face
A one time fling, a fleeting chance
It matters not, we’ll dance the dance
Together in our special place
The passion’s there upon your face
Is it love, or something more
We’re only friends, to that we swore
Your big wide eyes your style, your grace
The passion’s there upon your face
The lights are out, I cannot see
Except your eyes, they look at me
You pull me tight, our hearts do race
The passion’s there upon your face
Together we merge again, again
As with all lovers it’s always been
But I am not yours, you must erase
The passion there upon your face
And now it’s done, it’s time to part
We’ll take each other, in our heart
With one last glance I see a trace
Of passion there upon your face
…..that is all….
Monday, October 26, 2009
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Restless Dreams
Restless dreams, I toss and turn
My soul's on fire, my heart does yearn
For the times in life, when things were calm
And all life's answers were in my palm
So much I knew when I was young
The answers to all was on my tongue
About friends and family and what I had
About life and love and happy and sad
Time changes all of that I'm sure
For what ails me there is no cure
I'm nearing the end of a long rough road
I hope I'm able to carry the load
The day's begun, I'll start anew
I've set my plans that life will skew
It's been a ride and sometimes fun
But through it all I'll continue to run
And trod and fight and kick and scream
And never ever lose my dream
Of peace and joy and hope and love
And hope I've contributed to all above
If tomorrow don't come and it ends today
It's been interesting I have to say
So go in peace and enjoy the best
Of what life offers and to heck with the rest.
My soul's on fire, my heart does yearn
For the times in life, when things were calm
And all life's answers were in my palm
So much I knew when I was young
The answers to all was on my tongue
About friends and family and what I had
About life and love and happy and sad
Time changes all of that I'm sure
For what ails me there is no cure
I'm nearing the end of a long rough road
I hope I'm able to carry the load
The day's begun, I'll start anew
I've set my plans that life will skew
It's been a ride and sometimes fun
But through it all I'll continue to run
And trod and fight and kick and scream
And never ever lose my dream
Of peace and joy and hope and love
And hope I've contributed to all above
If tomorrow don't come and it ends today
It's been interesting I have to say
So go in peace and enjoy the best
Of what life offers and to heck with the rest.
Darkness
The world is darkness
There is no light
A dull pallor has fallen
Foggy and damp
My body hurts
My soul is shattered
All around me is rubble
Of a former life
Stones of the past
That really never was
I feel nothing
It is done
Pennies from Heaven
Pennies From Heaven
Remember when......
We were children....
Try to remember...
I know you can....
You're not that old....
Are you?
The world was new......
Not to everyone else.....
But to YOU!
Mom and Dad....
Were king and queen....
Your world was small.....
But it was your world.....
In your mind....
You could have friends....
Who couldn't be seen.....
But they were real......
Real in your world.....
And a penny.......
That was cool!......
It was better than gold........
Because gold was something in a book.......
But a penny.....it had power......
Not by itself.......
But with others.......
You could buy.......
Gum....Candy....Baseball cards!
I want that again.......
I want to go back.......
Not to childhood........
But to a time when pennies.......
Were soemthing besides a nuisance.....
Something in the way........
So I am off.......
Searching for pennies.......
Not the pennies of now........
But the pennies of my childhood.....
I hope they're still there........
Remember when......
We were children....
Try to remember...
I know you can....
You're not that old....
Are you?
The world was new......
Not to everyone else.....
But to YOU!
Mom and Dad....
Were king and queen....
Your world was small.....
But it was your world.....
In your mind....
You could have friends....
Who couldn't be seen.....
But they were real......
Real in your world.....
And a penny.......
That was cool!......
It was better than gold........
Because gold was something in a book.......
But a penny.....it had power......
Not by itself.......
But with others.......
You could buy.......
Gum....Candy....Baseball cards!
I want that again.......
I want to go back.......
Not to childhood........
But to a time when pennies.......
Were soemthing besides a nuisance.....
Something in the way........
So I am off.......
Searching for pennies.......
Not the pennies of now........
But the pennies of my childhood.....
I hope they're still there........
Friday, July 24, 2009
The Canadian Bacon Wars
The Canadian Bacon Wars
History never ceases to amaze me. It’s not the history so much, as the fact that it just takes a little misunderstanding and anger and the whole….well, read on my friends.
On June 15, 1859, farmer Lyman Cutlar got up like he had every day. It was a beautiful morning and he had his work cut out for him. It wasn’t an easy life, but it is what he had dreamed about. He had immigrated to this little island of San Juan in the Juan de Fuca Strait earlier and had set up a farm. There were a few other Americans on this island as well as some British subjects, mostly those who worked for the Hudson Bay company raising sheep.
On the neighbouring island of Vancouver, the British had established Fort Victoria to the west. The boundaries were not exactly clear to anyone at the time and little had it mattered to most settlers. Lyman had claimed his land under the Donation Land Claim Act, which had given 160 acres to any single man or 320 acres (half in the name of the wife) in the Oregon territory to any married couple if they’d farm it for 4 years. This, incidentally was the first time that a married woman was allowed to own property in her name.
Now, it’s not clear exactly what happened. I think that old farmer Cutlar got up and did his morning chores. He then went to tend his garden. “Dangit,” he muttered under his breath. He looked at his garden and there was a big black bore rooting his potatoes. “Get out! Shoo,” he yelled, but the pig just kept on rooting.
“He’s a stubborn one, that’s for sure,” he heard someone say as they laughed.
Cutlar had heard that voice before. He knew it was that Irishman, Charles Griffin worked for the Hudson Bay company on their sheep farm. He was always letting his pigs run free of the island. He glared at Griffin who was still laughing. Cutlar turned and walked into the house and retrieved his gun. “Whoa, lad,” he heard Griffin say as he headed to the garden with the gun, sure that Cutlar was going to shoot him. “Laugh now Irishman,” Cutlar was sure to have said as he raised his gun and shot the pig dead.
Griffin then ran into the woods and then returned with British authorities. Legend has it that Cutlar said, “It was eating my potatoes." Griffin replied, "It is up to you to keep your potatoes out of my pig." It is said also that he offered to pay $10 for the pig but Griffin wanted $100. When British authorities threatened to arrest Cutlar, the Americans on the island sent away for military protection. The US initially sent 66 men to the island from the 9th infantry under the command of Captain George Picket . By August 10, 1859, 461 Americans with 14 cannons under Colonel Silas Casey were opposed by five British warships mounting 70 guns and carrying 2,140 men.
Now, one would think that this little matter could be settled between gentlemen. However, because of failed negotiations over the years about the border between the US and British North America, there never was a clear line. Thankfully, cooler heads prevailed and orders were given not to fire a shot except in self defence on both sides and no lives were lost. Finally after intervention involving an American president, numerous soldiers, a governor and a German prince, things were finally settled. The Americans and Canadians jointly occupied the island for years until it was finally ceded to the U.S.
Today there is a national park on the island and it is the only place where government employees raise the flag of another country with non diplomatic status.
If you want to read more, just Google “Pig War” and you will find lots of interesting things there. I prefer to call it the “Canadian Bacon War”.
…that is all….
History never ceases to amaze me. It’s not the history so much, as the fact that it just takes a little misunderstanding and anger and the whole….well, read on my friends.
On June 15, 1859, farmer Lyman Cutlar got up like he had every day. It was a beautiful morning and he had his work cut out for him. It wasn’t an easy life, but it is what he had dreamed about. He had immigrated to this little island of San Juan in the Juan de Fuca Strait earlier and had set up a farm. There were a few other Americans on this island as well as some British subjects, mostly those who worked for the Hudson Bay company raising sheep.
On the neighbouring island of Vancouver, the British had established Fort Victoria to the west. The boundaries were not exactly clear to anyone at the time and little had it mattered to most settlers. Lyman had claimed his land under the Donation Land Claim Act, which had given 160 acres to any single man or 320 acres (half in the name of the wife) in the Oregon territory to any married couple if they’d farm it for 4 years. This, incidentally was the first time that a married woman was allowed to own property in her name.
Now, it’s not clear exactly what happened. I think that old farmer Cutlar got up and did his morning chores. He then went to tend his garden. “Dangit,” he muttered under his breath. He looked at his garden and there was a big black bore rooting his potatoes. “Get out! Shoo,” he yelled, but the pig just kept on rooting.
“He’s a stubborn one, that’s for sure,” he heard someone say as they laughed.
Cutlar had heard that voice before. He knew it was that Irishman, Charles Griffin worked for the Hudson Bay company on their sheep farm. He was always letting his pigs run free of the island. He glared at Griffin who was still laughing. Cutlar turned and walked into the house and retrieved his gun. “Whoa, lad,” he heard Griffin say as he headed to the garden with the gun, sure that Cutlar was going to shoot him. “Laugh now Irishman,” Cutlar was sure to have said as he raised his gun and shot the pig dead.
Griffin then ran into the woods and then returned with British authorities. Legend has it that Cutlar said, “It was eating my potatoes." Griffin replied, "It is up to you to keep your potatoes out of my pig." It is said also that he offered to pay $10 for the pig but Griffin wanted $100. When British authorities threatened to arrest Cutlar, the Americans on the island sent away for military protection. The US initially sent 66 men to the island from the 9th infantry under the command of Captain George Picket . By August 10, 1859, 461 Americans with 14 cannons under Colonel Silas Casey were opposed by five British warships mounting 70 guns and carrying 2,140 men.
Now, one would think that this little matter could be settled between gentlemen. However, because of failed negotiations over the years about the border between the US and British North America, there never was a clear line. Thankfully, cooler heads prevailed and orders were given not to fire a shot except in self defence on both sides and no lives were lost. Finally after intervention involving an American president, numerous soldiers, a governor and a German prince, things were finally settled. The Americans and Canadians jointly occupied the island for years until it was finally ceded to the U.S.
Today there is a national park on the island and it is the only place where government employees raise the flag of another country with non diplomatic status.
If you want to read more, just Google “Pig War” and you will find lots of interesting things there. I prefer to call it the “Canadian Bacon War”.
…that is all….
Sunday, June 28, 2009
I love insults......
...I love a good roast. Remember the Dean Martin roast? Him and Don Rickles and all the rest were the originators of insults in comedy. Here are some of my favorites. I wrote some of these and some of them I didn't.
once sold himself to a 550 lb woman, for a bag of weed
Likes to stuff her bra, and put a sock in her pants to confuse guys
is hung like a field mouse in a snowstorm
was stunt double for jabba the hut
cringes when her boyfriend puts a porno on, because he'll find out her "day job"
Dresses up every day like Mary Poppins....claims he thought it was Halloween
What can you say about him that hasn't already been said about Richard Simmons
Got arrested in BoJangle's masturbating into a biscuit
has hello kitty tat on his nut sack
I'll add more later. Have to go do the dishes.....
...that is all...for now...
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