Din Din Book of No-Nonsense Poetry # 2

By Diane Sytarchuk-Kent

This book is meant to be a pleasure for all to read. It is meant to be a help for both people with cognitive difficulties and their caregivers. There may be useful ideas to caregivers. The people with impairments will finally have something they can readily understand (the pictures or social stories).

The poetry may or may not make sense. The ideas are brought forth in a way as to give understanding to the social aspect behind the words. The author is trying to give back to the world for all the help she has received in this area.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: May 26, 2022
• ISBN: 9781669826934

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Copyright © 2018 by Diane Sytarchuk-Kent.

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Rev. date: 05/21/2022

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CONTENTS

I am positively positive

That is Wonderful

I Don’t Feel So Good

Specimen

Bite The Bullet

You Taught me to Feel

My Skin Is Blue

I love you Grandpa

I Chose Not to Hear

The Golden Jet Set

The Runaway

Dullsville

The Time Will Pass

The Invitation

I Am a Geek

Do Not Sell Your Soul

You Are Too Kind!

I Did Not See It Coming

The Secret Is Out

Watch Your Step

Leave Me Room

Do Not Hesitate

Do Not Hesitate (b)

It Is So Fine

Just Great!

What Will Be, Will Be

Pull your load

Greystone Is Not Better Than White

The Unsung Musicians

You Jerk!

Man Your Bases

Do Not Fall Off

My Little Nest

Hats Off to the Young

Friendship

Are You Real, or Are You Fake?

I Am Confused

Look Who Is Here

The Morning Dew

Pay Dirt

This Place

The Power of Virtue

My Most Precious Private Place

Let Patience Prevail

Go Jump in the Lake

If You Must

A Way Out

I Will Fend for Myself

Fresh Air

A Breath of Fresh Air

The New and Improved Cimarron

It Is Just Randy

Caesar, Give It Back

It Is a Hit

Now, I Am Alive

A Sign of the Times

Untold Treasure

Great Day in the Morning

Plastic—So What about It?

Just a Positive Spin for This Girl

Din Din

Where Are You?

I Like the Way You Walk

To Me Your Name Is Babe

You Are So Beautiful

Now You Are Mine

I Am Thinking of You

Just Surrender

You Are the One

The Science of Assumption

You Are Never Far

Can You Not See?

Brainiac

The Ladder to Fortune and Fame

Young Love

You Can Stew

I Will Rhyme Instead

I Assume

You Do Not Know How

I Am Thinking

A Tale to Wail

I Do Not Have to Crawl

Do Not Crap Me

While My Heart Beats

What Is up, Jack?

Can You Not See?

I Am a Tool

See If I Care

They Are Gone to Lunch

I Am Trying to Be Someone New

I Am Sorry I Am a Jerk

He Is the One

Lay a Loving Hand on Me

La Plume De La Jour

We Will Be Together Again

Let Us Avoid Trouble

The Greatest Day of All

Power to the People

Be Polite!

The Alpha and the Omega

The Trouble Is Not Mine

The Invisible Touch

Totally Tonya

My Heart Gives a Groan

On a Still Day

Stepping Stones

Take Me as I Am

You Can Follow Me Anytime

Malicious Mouth

Are You Really Sure?

On the Dark Side

You Make Me Laugh

Dreamworld

I Love to Dance

We Will Still Be Together

You Are So Fine

Who Cares?

I Will Find the Fun

You Would Not Dare

In the Land of Medicine

There Is No Room

Better Luck next Time

It Was Not Quite the Right Time

Good Job!

My Face Is a Mask

Oh, Pretty Spot

I Am Alone yet Again

A Piece of Cake

Fear Is Loneliness

Am I Trapped?

My Mind Is My Own

Do You Want to Know a Secret?

In the Year Forty-Seven, With My Kevin

Oh Boy, Hot Dog

I Would Not Change a Thing

I Am Blinded by Your Wisdom

At Any Cost

Sixty Years Ago

Flip the Bird

The Least – the Most

The Gale Swept Me Away No.1

The Gale Swept Me Away No.2

The Legend

Now I Have a Different Point of View

A Moment in Time

You and Me. Outside. Right Now.

That Is Where the Water Falls

Delta Bessborough – The Great Ponderosa

Green Tea Snuff

The Scars Run Deep

Dimension X

Telltale Signs

So You Think You Are Tough

You Cannot Win

No Nonsense

Transform

Problems, Problems

What Is Done Is Done

It Is Not Polite to Point

Let the Years Flow

A Camping Experience

An Experience

A Camping Experience No. 2

Our Angels

Prairie Schooner

A Grand Honeymoon

Bliss

Birds

Cold

Meditation

The Night

Starlight

Do You Want to Know a Secret?

Company in Places

Pause at Dawn

Our Great Land

Recharge

Our Honeymoon

Nature’s Masterpiece

Winter Drive

Four Seasons

My Love

Balance

Passing River

Brown Hairpins

Do You Want to Know a Secret?

The Green-Eyed Monster

You Are My Friend

You Hurt My Feelings

The Great Town of Waco

Iodine

A Rotten Egg

I Will Meet You in the Town That Never Was

The Great Survey in the Sky

Tear the Curtain

Fooled You

Come on. You must be kidding?

You Are Full of Life

All Hell Broke Loose

You Have Got to Be Blind

What Did You Expect?

Tammy

Things Have Feelings

I Miss You

I Think while I Sleep

Our Bubble of Life Is Our Nest Where We Grow

Energy—Positive and Negative—

Can Be Thought

My Pen Is My Car

Sending out Your Ideas

The Power of Believing (Trust)

Problem-Solving—While You Sleep

Harness the Engine (the Brain)

Being Alive – A Chance for Virtue

Your Ideas Are Poetry in Motion

Sleeping – The Mind’s Most Creative Time

I Am in No Rush

Just Try It

I Did Not Try

Scaredy-Cat

You Give Me Room

Power to the People

Artificial Intelligence

I Saved Myself

I Do Not Like Your Terms

There Are Rumors

Tonight We Will Have Fun

Are You Angry Yet?

Your Kind Are Always Blind

The Music on the Radio and Us

Theresa

You Are So Cute (Kevin)

I Always Knew

Let Us All Be Merry

Great Balls of Fire (Suns)

Beware of the Snare

Reel It In

Pretty Eyes

Step Back, You Will See

I Never Felt Better

Telltale Signs

Let Us All Be Merry (version 2)

Major Drum

Deadline

Generation X

Mrs. Kristy versus Mr. Kristy

The Why, the How, and the When

Timeslide

My Two Front Teeth

Tongue Twister

Help Me, If You Please

Stadium 101

And Meanwhile Back at the Ranch

You Are My Man

So You Think You Are Smart

I Am No Square

I Must Face My Ghosts

The Bless in the Mess

Follow the Leader

Put on a Happy Face

My Little Man

When All Else Fails

Should I Slow Down?

My Heart Gives a Groan

Just Suck It Up

Mistaken Identity

Big Hairy Deal!

The Wonder of Your Wisdom

Morgan the Magnificent

Do Not Sell Your Soul

Growing Pains

The Great Train Wreck

Leaping Lizards

The Great Cubbyhole Mystery

Do Tell

I Saw an Eyeful

Life in the Closet

The Keystone Cops

You Are a Strong Spirit

Funny Face

Tons of Trouble

The Good, the Bad, the Ugly,

and the Beautiful

Do Not Forget Your Purpose

Do Not Feel Bad

A Love Riddle

I Am Still Alive and Kicking

Operation Boobelicious!

Smile Lines

Plum Full of Love

You Let Me Play

I Will Belong

There Is Nothing to Go On

We Were Here First

The Great Plan

The Moment of Truth

All That Is Well, Ends Well

(version one)

I Wish You Well

I Have the Power

I Come from the Old School

What a Night!

I Will Consider

Damn Right!

You Clown!

Give Him a Hand

Mumbo Jumbo

All’s Well That Well That Ends Well

(version #2)

I Play for Real

On a Still Day

Mr. Cupcake

I Did Not See It Coming

Oh Horrible Night!

Pearls of Wisdom

Do Not Push Me Around

Ice Breaker

Call Me Back

I Will Conform

My Friends Have Many Strings

M and M

My Life Is in Gear

Bedlam

Gadzooks!

The Secret Is Out

How Dare You Pull My Plug

When Life’s Travels Send You

Climbing a Toadstool

Your Thoughts Are Singing

Smoke and Mirrors

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I am positively positive

I have made up my mind to have peace of mind

We are all so intertwined

it would boggle the mind of any mastermind

I have chosen a path smooth, streamlined and well-defined

This does not mean my path will always be smooth

Everyone has their own idea of what they want

They may not be so gracious or kind

When things fail and go bad

I may have trouble seeing the bless in the mess

In fact, it is at these times I find myself in times of distress

I stop questioning my bad luck then the tide turns

Why this is so is anyone’s guess

Faith, hope come in handy and answer my S.O.S.

My positive happiness returns and I smile

I know being positive is good and worthwhile

That is when I select from my reserves, my stockpile

I send out my good vibes like soldiers going forth in rank in file

Whether these waves of good feelings

Choose to land on you and successfully cling

Will be something totally up to how you swing

You can welcome these ideas in or fight them

like you are competing in a boxing ring

Something’s got to give

That is positively positive

We may not be able to outlive everyone

We can make the best of how we live

We can make a bucket list

We can cross off one by one every enemy as we choose to forgive

We can let negativity run through us like water through a sieve

Some ask How can you be so upbeat?

I counter with another question Why not? Short and sweet

Being positively positive all the time is oh so bittersweet

I feel sorry for anyone that is not

This one must be nothing but a deadbeat

This doesn’t mean I never think in a negative way by any means

One must be able to know about this side

to be able to tell the differences that may be unseen

You have to be able to know how to avoid a mob scene

to be able to become the prom queen

You also have to know about dirt and evil

to become squeaky clean

This ability to look at the bright side

keeps me bushy-tailed and bright-eyed

It keeps me loose, keen, fresh and eagle-eyed

It helps me choose the right side

This attitude is my constant guide

It helps me not to be tongue-tied

That is Wonderful

That is just wonderful

I have had enough bull

You cannot always over my eyes - pull the wool

You and I are real cool

The answer is obvious

Even though it is quite dubious

I may seem studious

Truth is, I am impervious

This is the way I relax

You cannot, on me, pull down the ax

You have taken me to the max

My patience you might tax

I will get down to the bottom of it

It is quite obvious when you have a fit

Your job, with you, does not sit

Too well, or so it is writ

It was not in my plans

Now, it is out of my hands

Now, I am in a different land

I sure do feel grand

All things considered

My hopes have all but withered

All things must come to pass

But they tend to wither like the grass

They just do not have time

To even send me a line

Like I committed some horrible crime

I will wipe off of my hands, the grime

Someday, I may even understand why I came across

Then, they will be all at a coin’s toss

To me, it will not be much of a loss

I will be like a rolling stone that gathers no moss

I Don’t Feel So Good

Have mercy. Bless my soul. I don’t feel so good

Is this totally understood?

Is it because I have sinned? Have I not done what I should?

I did not promise to be a candidate for sainthood

Then again, I do not belong

to any sisterhood or to any brotherhood

I know, I probably deserve that horrible headache

Why on earth do I have those bruises and that terrible backache

I could have sworn, I just went on my last coffee break

I feel sick to my stomach, my eyes are sore and all my limbs shake

It couldn’t be any worse. Or could it?

Am I just a silly hypocrite?

What was it I did in the bathroom?

A vulgar word could be called vomit

I am starting to remember when I was flailing and throwing a fit

Oh, woe is me. I was an awful smash-up internet hit

Nothing I did before was deliberate

That is why I was able to so easily forget

How could a college graduate act like such a nitwit?`

Now the ambulance is bringing me to the hospital lickety-split

They are opening all their medical first-aid kits

I feel really frightened

What am I to do?

What can I do? Relax

That thought crossed my mind

What a breakthrough

If I tell them, I love you

They just might get the wrong idea or misconstrue

I am just happy they came to my rescue

This is our fateful rendezvous

I know someday soon

everything will be crystal clear

My experience will have a reason

Maybe It will have a rhyme

on this earth, this stratosphere

I will recover from my hurts, I will again remember

Good sense will again persevere

My experience will be just a memory in my subconscious frontier

It does serve me right. I brought this on myself

I thought I was immune to do harm to myself

I acted like a silly, stupid imp, a naughty elf

I almost became another statistic to put up on a bookshelf

Somewhere here there has to be a lesson learned

I will live and hopefully I will learn

It may be an earthly lesson or it could be one made up by Jules Verne

One thing I know. My experience probably isn’t a bad case of heartburn

Specimen

Everyone enjoys to be with others

It can make us feel rich like royal emperors

There is a joy in being social, as it were. It makes beautiful things occur

To watch others and to be watched makes our hearts stir, to watch a him or a her

We feel wanted even though we don’t know who these people are

when we watch them from afar. Yes, sir

Have you ever heard a he or a she is a fine specimen?

I am sure you have. We all have, again and again

She is a nice mother hen. He comes straight out of the bullpen

Sometimes, they observe us while using their poisonous pens

Sometimes we observe someone who is studying us

We must let them do so, thus

In these cases, we must be gracious and non plus

We must let them be deliberate and let them discuss

We must be pleasant, we must try not to make a fuss

Or we might be the ones run over by a bus

I have found myself in such a position just like anyone and everyone

I have chosen to be cooperative and not to jump the gun

No matter how I may think I am being shunned

I will try to act like the prodigal son

If they shoot me with the gun of unkindness

I will act like I am the one who has won

I have been pierced by ignorance in the form

of a detailed misrepresentation

I was not asked for my opinion

or given the chance to express anything to anyone

Observations can be deceiving

No one can completely read minds and make it a hole-in-one

This person might as well have been a hired prophetic gun

Their opinion was all fantasy and was all mind spun

It is too bad people, upon listening

to these explanations will believe total falsehood

Of course, this scenario will aid no one. It can only come to no good

It will only lead to most people being misunderstood

The only people that can benefit is those from whom make it their livelihood

We, the specimens, must be the patient ones

We must let our personal stories be done and redone

We must let the observers have a lot of fun

We must let ourselves be targets and be the objects of hit-and-run

We are really just roadkill, the innocent ones all finished and done

So goes another story and another word spree

The more we we are observed and recorded

the greater the degree of importance we just might be

If an accurate representation is expressed we might become the VIP

Your story might become valuable enough to be kept under lock and key

Bite The Bullet

O.K. We all know you have no regrets

You are a dude not a dudette

We also know you are a teacher’s pet

You are quite at home in that particular safety net

When you see someone else

that has a silver spoon in their mouth you look dripping wet

All I can say is, Suck it up and Bite the Bullet.

Just because you can not win all the time is no crime

It just means you have to be more humble, big time

Just because this chance may be the once in a lifetime

Does not mean you have to make up some fancy pantomime

You may not win the medal of valor

Do not let this cause you to deter

Let your ace of hearts come astir

just like that courageous Ben Her

You may not be as famous as an emperor

but let all your special abilities occur

When someone says all you can do is purr

Give them an example of a dose of your laughter

When people call you a coward have no fear

Act like a fearless buccaneer. Be very cavalier

Lift up your spirits and steer clear of the jeers

Take the worst like it was nothing. Wipe away the whole smear

When someone calls you an insincere creep and a bleep, bleep, bleep

Bite the bullet and drop it at their feet, then go to sleep

When you are accused of being arrogant act like Little Miss Bo-peep with all her sheep

When they accuse you of being a liar don’t even make a peep

When someone says you are different and they cuss and leer

put your hands over your ears and pretend you do not hear

Say to them, I like who I am. I enjoy being here. Is that crystal clear?

Go on being yourself, volunteer far and near

Then, continue to persevere

If you feel you have been wronged or abused

Bite the bullet. Suck it up and ask to be excused

If you feel someone is bullying or misusing you

try to forgive them

You just might put their neck in their own noose

If people try to keep you captive just hang loose and call a truce

If people try to keep you silent and persecute you

keep your lips shut as if they were stuck with glue

If someone slaps you in the face turn the other cheek

Do not even make a squeak

If someone tries to overpower you with force,

show them true strength comes from the meek

When someone yells at you counter with a shrill piercing shriek

If someone swears at you make sure to keep your tongue in your cheek

You Taught me to Feel

When I was a little person I used to tickle

This made me feel like I might lose control

I chose to train myself to be a fickle pickle

I got so good at this act I became a cold frozen icicle

This way, no one could hurt me by bringing down

the hammer and the sickle by trying to get me to tickle

I went through my life as a wife, a mother

and a career woman with little or no hope

I would ever again lift my tickle periscope

I learned to cope. I did not even take a look into my horoscope

I did not listen to my tickle meter on a stethoscope

Half a century went by, no lie

I met this beautiful wonderful guy

This is when I had to, my plan, modify

He was both camera shy and he was such a cutie pie

The first time he came he brought a half-eaten pizza pie

I was impressed. He served to electrify me

He sent sparks flying around me like I was part the fourth of July

My stomach was filled with moths and butterflies

I could not wait until bedtime. I felt like a virgin firefly

He was as skilled as a love soldier working for the FBI

He looked so good

He was more than qualified to please and to gratify

I did not mind at all. I found his company quite pleasing

He was such fun. He made me laugh when he got to teasing

He was my favorite boy toy. He was my most wonderful plaything

I did not even mind being a puppet on his string or his lovely static cling

He gave me feelings

I had not felt since I was a young girl

I felt like his dream girl

and like he was giving me twirl after twirl

He treated me like I was precious mother of pearl

I sparked in a great wild frenzied swirl

My feelings became electrified

I thought it was possible for my tickling abilities

to again escape, blossom and unfurl

I felt a laugh escape from deep within

The tickling again began to happen

The lion had let the lioness out of her den

Her roar was one of pleasure

Her purr meant, lights out, Amen

Her next move was that of a mother hen

that had been let out of her chicken coop into her playpen

She was ready to bring feelings back from memory lane

These feelings were something new. They were brand new

She was in brand new and foreign terrain

I did not care if I was to go stark raving insane

You, Kevin, have taught me how to feel again

My Skin Is Blue

You have got eyes in your head

Can you not see my skin is the color blue?

If you do not believe me look closer

You might have a different point of view

See the criss cross patterns of blue all over my skin

The color is close to my muscles and my skeletal crew

I see red and white as well as blue in my mind’s eye

This is a microscopic review, something quite new

Have you got a problem with my orientation?

I am not prejudiced. I am not lying

You could be an African American

or you could be a full-skirted Hawaii n

You could be bushy and yellow like a dandelion

I have no problem with the color of your skin

You can be a Rumpelstiltskin

or as tanned as Huckleberry Finn

You could be as mottled as an exotic snakeskin

or you could have skin as spotted as a leopard

It could be as mottled as our friend Rin Tin Tin

If your skin were as furry as could be

You could still be my friend and be home free

If you were a plant and had leaves like a tree

I would still treat you like a friend - my sweet pea

Let me take this one step further: What if you were not from our human race?

What if your dominion were that of some alien race let us say, from outer space?

I would still allow you to have your own breathing space

When I meet you face to face you could say I would keep a straight poker face

This, I would not mind. I would really like to see

Any color might be your distinctive way to be

Then, the colors of the rainbow could shine like branches in your family tree

A splish here, a splash there. This would show your particular pedigree in a colorful spree

The main point important to remember is that, here, there and everywhere

No matter what color you may encounter whether it be in peace or in warfare

It doesn’t really matter

It is neither is here nor there

It is totally fair and square

Seeing is the truth or it may be your worst nightmare

It is still better than being unaware

When you look in front of you at someone’s face

acknowledge the color in front of you

You will find that it is not so hard to solve any problems

from your point of view

You will also be able to see the solution to any problem

It will seem transparent and see-through

You will not only be able to see a conclusion

You will have a panoramic view

I love you Grandpa

I love you grandpa. You are the apple of my eye

You are a special, wonderful kind of guy

Hang on grandpa. We can make it. I see the shore. We will make it. It is do or die

I feel the strength of 10 men, grandpa. I feel like a veritable Popeye

Do not shiver and shake so, grandpa. We will make it. Soon you will be warm

Soon you will be high and dry

........Before..........

We had gone for a leisurely fishing trip at one of our favorite secret spots on the lake

We knew we were alone. That was the whole point. We would, some quality time, make

You could say in hindsight we should not have made that silly mistake

We had leaned a little too far for our take

Our small boat tipped. Over you went. You fell smack dab in the lake

This would never do. I love you grandpa. You are my best buddy. You are my best pal

We will have to swim for it. Have courage. This little man can make it, with you, to the o.k. corral

I know you are losing steam grandpa. Keep up your positive moral. I will do the rest. I will give you my all

Hang on grandpa. You are in for the ride of your life.

It will be better than any musical ride. You will have a ball

I know you do not feel well. I can tell you had been hurt by the blood I see on your undershirt

We have reached the shore. It feels like I have hit pay dirt

We have made it. Your main job is to be patient and stay alert

I may be nothing but a young squirt

but I will get you home for your apple pie dessert

Listen grandpa. Stay here. Be patient and wait

I will be back with help. I am not lying

I am not one to exaggerate

Adieu. I must not tarry or procrastinate

Lie there and try to rest and recuperate

The words I said to my grandpa before I left were

I love you grandpa. You are the best kind.

I had lost my shoes along the way

I was determined. I had a one-track mind

I climbed the rough grassy landscape

I might as well have been snowblind

My only thought was of my pal, my buddy

my friend and ancestral mastermind

I hurried along the landscape

Rescuing my grandpa was the most important thought in my brain

I knew I was capable. I must continue and sustain

It was working. I was over the ridge. It did not cause me that much strain

My feet had their own wings. I did not feel any pain

I saw a truck sitting out there down the road

I hoped the keys are inside the truck. I thought I was going to explode

I will try to start it. If it starts I will hit the road

Hurrah! The keys are there, but it is a standard

I will have to learn its’ personal operating code

Operating it cannot be much different

than our riding lawn mower that we use to cut our grass a la mode

This turn of events was no problem. I paid it no regard

It beat working in a junkyard or getting a crappy report card

If I am lucky I will save my dear grandpa

from being laid earlier in a graveyard

I will be a successful lifeguard

I will also be grandpa’s guardian angel bodyguard

I traveled down the road

I looked for someone to help rescue my grandpa

I saw people ahead. They looked like they were coming from a Mardi Gras

I honked and yelled and hollered for attention

I made a lot of hoopla

When they noticed me, I told them where my grandpa was

I thought I had done not bad for a southpaw. Help is on its way

The ambulance was on its way. This is my very happiest day

I felt light and gay

I wanted to celebrate by dancing a triumphant ballet

We were all off to save my dear grandpa

Fate had saved the day

No one noticed that the truck

I had borrowed had no licence plates

while I was travelling down the highway

The helpful police joined in in the forray

I sat with grandpa in the ambulance

I was almost as proud of myself

as my grandpa was of his young grandson protégé

I Chose Not to Hear

I knew what was being said but I chose not to hear

Rather than cause a scene I pretended I was from a different hemisphere

Even though I heard the rude words loud and clear

I chose to be a happy little mouseketeer

The words were nothing new

They had me pegged like a good book review

It seemed they knew me right down to my skeletal crew

Their blunt point-of-view was like a monsoon attack

which left me bleeding, black and blue

Their sheer rudeness made me wish

and pray for them to finally be through

They had no idea how much patience

I needed just to stay calm

I used my silence as an elixir - a healing balm

The way I see it I can read it in my palm

I won’t have a single solitary qualm

We all end up as dust or professionally embalmed

I am quite used to this melodrama

I manage to not let this kind of attitude

cause me any kind of trauma

I just chock it up to more human soap opera drama

I think to myself - this is not something

that should happen to any ordinary kind of mama

The fact that we should all have the luxury of being free

Reinforces the fact we should be allowed to be forthright

and honest in our beliefs whatever they may be

All the more reason we should be careful

fair and kind in our word sprees

What you see isn’t always solid gold or a foregone guarantee

One thing for sure - everyone is made

of flesh and bone and is really real

The fact you are in public gives you no reason to be a bully

or to put someone through an ordeal

We all must be good examples and act honest and genteel

In this way, we will have peace and

many hurts will have time to heal

When I see or experience this act of impropriety

I wonder what is happening in the other person’s family tree

And what it is that makes

this kind of behavior surface so blatant and carefree

We are lucky words are sometimes

not a cause to put us under lock and key

In this way, I can avoid a lot of negative reactions

I choose to continue to be the one - not to jump the gun

And when they are gone and everything is said and done

I will be the one who has had the battle won

The Golden Jet Set

There is a couple I know spun from the finest gold

They hail from Saskatoon, Canada

which they have made their life’s stronghold

Averill and Mary Froberg met in this town at a dance

It was a beautiful sight to behold

In May, 2014 they will have been wed 60 years on life’s threshold

At the middle area of thirty-third road on Oxford Street

These people lived close by each other

unbeknownst to each other - just by a few feet

Little did they know at first that theirs

would be a union lasting and complete

That this chance meeting would cement such a grand

relationship is great and yet bittersweet

Their ancestors came all the way from Sweden and the Ukraine

But that did not stop them from sharing their place on lover’s lane

That they were good for each other soon became plain

Their claim to fame was playing a mutually enjoyable marriage game

Somehow they understand what the other needs

You would swear when they look at each other they can mind read

One will precede and the other will go full speed

One is the sky, loving filly

the other the mighty and powerful steed

What you see is what you get - a beautiful matching matured golden mated jet set

We have a beautiful Mary Antoinette and a nicer Averill you have never met

The former is a beautiful brunette coquette - the latter’s

hair has turned white more from wisdom than from regret

They seldom fret or fight - they are very nice people

whom you and I can get along with, no sweat!

They have earned ours and the world’s’ respect

They belong to a great group - a wonderful millennium sect

They have gathered powerful and great intellects

They make a great impression on us all and their overall effect is just perfect

People like these make up the very fabric of our country

To me, these kind of beautiful people are the most deserving

he and she and the most important VIP’s

These are the kind that make up the superhero pedigree

They have made their world happy and their happiness last

It is a veritable sight to see

Not that this couple hasn’t had their share of heartaches

The difference here is that they have learned the art of give and take

They know the world will not end if one of them makes a mistake

They just shake it off, look ahead and continue on

now they are a little wiser for pity’s sake

The Runaway

My friends the blood vessels decided to run away

It was like they were dancing a Black Swan ballet

They chuckled and peeked around the corner then

they decided they wanted to play - it would have helped to have a CT scan x-ray

They said, No one is going to poke me That’s all they had to say. Then they went far away

You can try to figure out how and where my blood

vessels lie but they will act like every day is April’s Fool Day

You can try to find my blood vessels - that is all good and swell

I personally know them all well

It will end up being your very own particular kind of hell

You could be under a Black Magic Spell

There are blue eyes and red ones. There are those ones

we aren’t supposed to talk about or emphasize or even try to misspell

Turns out the ones you don’t know about can turn into a

dirty lipid gel. This situation can get as messy as a dirty oil spill

The medical profession has decided to refrain from releasing all the necessary and pertinent details

because they do not want to be considered tattletales

Especially about your health and the cures for all that goes wrong or ails

This would be, for them, both suicide and blackmail

So be sure to keep up to date if something of yours stops or fails.

You will not be able to find the answer at just any old rummage sale

They may have to replace all the liquid in your sails especially if you become very sick and frail

Some say this game my vessels play is purely hereditary

just as sure as my personal I.D.

I say it just makes me think they are really quite contrary

with little sense. Don’t you agree?

For the poor lab techs or nurses I think the experience is

very scary or at least they contrary and against what they

learned with their college degrees

Unless these were mean, in which case they would be a

wicked adversary and an awesome critic that will never agree

My vessels go in, out, around, down and sometimes they

just blow up. Like when I am forced to go for surgery or a check-up

I sometimes wonder if it would even matter if they were cut

They would probably just say, stop and stick ‘em up.

Now be careful what you do no matter what

because we sure don’t want a mix-up

Use good common sense, no ifs, ands or buts. The vessels

go in, out, up and down. That is everyone’s make-up

And if I may be allowed to continue to flourish

I will no longer let myself be a cold fish

I might say they make a beautiful lattice and network

my body uses to be nourished. I may not be a beautiful dish

but if you dissect my vessels enough to be able to view them

you might be considered ghoulish. You may even have a sick death wish

Enough of this. You just might consider my kind of language

a bit boorish. Is it because I choose to purse my lips like a goldfish

Dullsville

Right now, I am waiting in a place called Dullsville

Pretty soon I will be a case for Dr. Phil. I happen to be here out of my own free will

This treadmill called life seems more like a show in Vaudeville

I am a sitting duck. I am an easy kill. I took lessons from my friends Jack and Jill

If I have to sit here any longer I will become ill. I might end up another case of road kill

I am so bored I am going to go to sleep. I am going to fall in a great big heap, ten feet deep

I will count sheep and my soul will be locked up to keep

At least someone got something that doesn’t come cheap

You could probably blow up a bomb. I wouldn’t hear a peep

An earthquake wouldn’t keep me away from my beauty sleep

All I will hear is the steady rhythm of my own heartbeat

and the steady rhythm of all of little Miss Bo-Peep’s sheep

They put me in this room and proceeded to forget about me

They said, Pardon me are you an absentee?

I accepted my fate. I thought this was the way it was supposed to be

This way was my fate - my pedigree

I was as patient as a patient can safely guarantee

In fact, I earned a degree in being patient. It came for free

I did a little jamboree and a little twiddle-dee-dee I can safely say I was happy and carefully carefree

I ended up staring at the floor and the four walls until I could feel wall-to-wall cholesterol

I sang and talked to myself until I felt like an oddball. This, in itself, was a wake-up call

They kept me there right until it was nightfall all tied up like a cuddly rag doll

I wasn’t quite sure if this was the correct protocol. That will teach me to talk to myself like a goofball

I am beginning to think they are treating me like an oddball

Just look at that fellow’s crystal ball

This place may just be my downfall, especially if this hall introduces alcohol

They may need to make me into a complete overhaul since I was just lately black-balled

I am sure this will, maybe to me, be a wake-up call especially if I end up in a violent hall-brawl

When they finally decide to let me go I will look like a fashion show scarecrow

I will smile at them and make a stately bow

I will look like a sloppy Joe made out of cookie dough

After I raise my eyes to the sky and raise an eyebrow, everyone

will know the place is full of nothing but a bunch of scarecrows

I will exclaim, Holy cow! I will say this has been quite a difficult

show. It should be made into a documentary or a music video

I will go straight to the manager in the here and the now

I will tell him to take a bow

I will say something is wrong here anyhow. Shouldn’t we be starting a luau?

I will then write up a complaint with all my savvy and know how

Which is about as smart as a cat’s meow

Afterwards, I will make a solemn vow, here and now

to learn how to bark and bow wow

I will never again return to again grace this certain see-saw

It is too cold here in Moscow

I will say, " You have cut me deep and your words have hit me

Ka-pow and Holy cow!"

When I am here I feel like a real low brow. With that, I will curtsy

and make a deep bow. No one really comes here anyhow

I’ll tell you with my life, I do not play tic-tac-toe and as a rule I have a lot of get-up-and-go

I do not really wish to be on death row or to be dealt that fatal blow

In my opinion, I think I can put in it, a little boos

The fact they said it was a different kind of punch was just a ruse

To me, this is nothing but bad news, win or lose

They are bound to put on the corkscrews. If I have any ability to choose

I will be the first one to give a high five and hang loose

I am going to flat out refuse before I blow a fuse and disappear or vamoose

Just because I am wearing high-heeled shoes

doesn’t mean you