Worded Moments of Wandering Moods

By Robin Dridge

Step into the distinctively different and fascinating world of dridge. Unique twists of descriptive poetry and "out of the box" quotes meticulously tapped from the extreme mind of dridge will have you utterly entranced in the superlative logic and imagination beyond traditional boundaries.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Robin Dridge
• Release date: Nov 29, 2013
• ISBN: 9781311133748

Robin Dridge

I graduated as an alien in a high school where I'm pretty sure everyone was at the very least a distant cousin. Then I became a little school boy in a couple Universities, where they saw fit to give me an associate EE degree and a bachelors degree in business. A first class FCC license and secret clearance were acquired while building Harpoon and Tomahawk missiles at Texas Instruments, then later worked in various ventures for Rockwell International. It was somewhere at this point that a conclusion formed in my head; corporations are run by idiots due to the peter principal. Shortly then afterwards, it's not totally for certain, but I may have inspired the movie Office Space. It took three months of three stooges behavior to get relieved of duties for 90 days. The hidden goal was to draw unemployment and take the summer off, then go to IBM. The 90 days ended with a surge in paid party performances. I formed a DJ company, never went to IBM, and over 147 guys have DJed for my company, started March 13 (Friday),1981. Afflicted with English and German perfectionism, along with just enough Irish in there to land me in jail overnight a few times. I have been known to sprint into a bright light at night, thinking I might be finally getting out of here. I'm often chastised for never taking much of anything seriously. It's due to a vision of life on this monkey rock that looks like one big joke, often with me the butt of it upstairs... (They are all laughing, I just know it). I am certain the dumbest one from my planet could run any country down here better than the idiots that ruin them now. God may have made man from monkey, but then comes the hard part; making the man monkey no longer a monkey. There are no over complicated problems, just overly stupid mortals with their heads in the sand...or somewhere darker. In the immortal words of Forest Gump, "That's all I got to say about that." My writings are funny, un-PC, and distinctively different: Stories unlike any other, original humor, unique twists of descriptive poetry, and "out of the box" quotes. All meticulously released from an extreme mind to rattle across dridge bridges , massing into ink on paper, with superlative logic and imagination beyond traditional boundaries. If you read every and all the words - of what I have written for you to read - eagle and coo-coo are my grounded birds - set in lines for flight and await your lead - which leaves only you with poetic words - to succeed in the read and fly the birds.

Book preview

The Man To Sink That Can

Two atomic powers threaten to fight

For a lagoon on a touchy border sight;

Side against side separated by water

As gun aimed at gun and tempers grew hotter…

Admirals - generals - captains - and mothers,

Presidents - dictators - kings - and others

All inched to the edge of their seats alarmed

At tension mounting so powerfully armed;

Awaiting a word from the treaty session

Over rights to the strategic possession.

A splash by a coca-cola can results

In offending both as the last of insults.

Red alert was alerted on land and sea…

Fingers on the buttons of world war three.

From north pole to south pole to Paris France…

From quiet places to where people dance…

Diplomatic doves riding nuclear subs

And ambassadors fetched from U.N. pubs…

Frantically searched and searched through out each land

For a neutral man to sink that can.

As missiles rose to launch from launching docks

I was strolling down the beach chucking rocks.

Ignoring guns and glares and chain of barbed link

I spy a buoyant can to bomb and sink.

Though each side kept weapons sighted on me

The solution cleared for the wise to see.

And professors - lawyers - doctors on call…

Politicians - judges - and V.I.P.s all

Knew as the first stone was leaving my hand

That I was the man to sink that can.

My throw found its mark and dented the tin…

The crowd cheered me on to hit it again.

A direct smack gasped the merchant marines.

Most did think it smashed to smithereens.

But it bobbed back up and everyone's frown

All see that it now had turned upside down.

As peons and people of royal line…

Gentlemen - hound dogs - and ladies dressed fine

Shuddered at the fate of man and woman

And the task of the man to sink that can.

Yet the destine fate was that I should be great…

A credit to guys my age older than eight.

Yes it won’t long withstand the constant pounds

Of awesome accurate rock-mortar rounds.

A barrage of splendor returns up the hole

Where the easy-opening tab did go.

A few finishing shots - the can bubbles under…

I’m exulted by all in booming thunder!

Victory - Honor - all the fame I can stand…

For I was the man to sink that can.

Men will dream of glory and battles fought

Over land and water and parking spot.

They will reminisce of brave souls and deeds…

Of past great heroes of heroic breeds.

But there’ll be one battle they won’t forget

When getting together to talk and sit…

When admirals - generals - captains - and mothers…

Presidents - dictators - kings - and all others

Dramatically watched from the world’s grandstand

As I was the man to sink that can!

note: can rhymes with everything.

I don’t know what fell

All seems intact…

Still I did hear something.

Was it an act

Of brief imagining?

The slightest muff

Preceded the faint thud;

Described in rough

As a stone dropped in mud;

Perceived as fact

Still…

all things seem intact…

THE INVADING THEY

They grow in tunnels where you hear

They gain numbers in pulsing air

They above windows will appear

They invade the years failing fair

The extrusions of the lighter

The glee of youth turns slowly glum

The intrusion of the brighter

The silver lining kingdom come

They war into years blow to blow

The mirror and mind clash each day

They are dyed or plucked head to toe

The sole defense to streaks of gray

ADOLESCENT PASSAGE

In youth I found it crazy and not…

The new - the old - the cold - the hot.

Left hills for life in concrete hills…

Sheep stampedes with valium pills…

Trains of thought on faster tracks…

Ventures to fill my social lacks.

Drag queens all have that talk and look.

Hookers know how to walk and hook.

Found in high class to ghetto scenes…

From steak and lobster to refried beans…

I watched them work in street lamp light

Near buildings huge to virgin sight.

Said to me "fella what-cha doing here?

You have divine eyes and a pretty rear!"

Said to him… "ya got a queer disease?

Got to run now - excuse me please."

Town to town never failed to embark

Upon every city has a fairy park

Running in race of worldly wealth…

Running so fast out ran myself.

Finding it both crazy and not…

The new - the old - the cold - the hot;

Paths to follow - hills to climb,

Passed by by love trying to make time.

Wrecked a couple cars and a mini bike.

Seem to wreck everything I like.

With a hose of trouble watering my head

Glad I’m alive and wish I’s dead.

But if told once it’s been told twice…

New moods can range from fire to ice.

Play by the rules - make up your own.

Give the cat a kick - a dog a bone.

Play all for fun - sometimes for keeps.

What ya sow - the I.R.S. reaps.

But easy come - easy go…

Pay the rent - the rest ya blow.

Styles and places and people seen…

Odd female - male - and in-between.

Passing games to see and/or do…

City to city till déjà-vu.

Found it all both crazy and not…

The new - the old - the cold - the hot.

FALL FLIERS

In way to family roots

They glide a tumbling trip

To sail the gusts of wind

In autumn color suits

They twist and turn and flip

To salute a season’s end

HAIKU

Bare-footed freedom

Broken