THE SOUND OF DRIPPING!


THE SOUND OF DRIPPING, DRIPPING, DRIPPING

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THE SPEEDING ROUND

The speeding round

cheap hand cast metal

was hardly solid bound

in one piece together did fragments meld and loosely settle

and death with its single purpose flew

at then what the twilight shooter knew

and watched where it sought out a single

among those in innocence at dinner meal did sit and mingle

while death stalked among them found its prize

a score, a gain, a hit, found by and waited there within the shooter’s eyes

while in slowly downward dimming light

in a short and deadly quick jungle flight

over green heaped deep and in tangled layers

which lay upon the steep climb thick

and hid not from mortal danger

but rather exposed each youthful stranger

to the land held by they to defend at cost

and lives sure this night would be lost

in positions held while concealed the shooter had edged closer who

at patience lay and found the trick

and aimed for an open slice of un-tanned skin

between the guards which useless hung,

unzipped they without fault of their own let the splintered missile in

through skin not able to defend itself, past shattered ribs it broke into a lung

the body struck, the youth, the man then backwards fell

amid a spray of blood and sweat

then regained he lost footing but yet

staggered then stunned the victim stood

proud, angry beneath a waning sun while precious blood

stained his shirt and wet his hand

all lost for the sake of a piece of worthless land

clothed he in Marine Corps Green

but in safety naked before the surrounding wood

this youth so strong and lean

stood he to make his final stand

with anger as his guide and useless amour

he shouted out a challenge while

those about with eyes gone wide and wild in fear drug him down as the style

was to spot the danger by the flash and not attempt an open charge

for the contact area was hard to cross and quite large

the viper simply had to quiet lay

a snake it was there to stay

sleeping

if snakes do sleep at all

until darkness came, he was forced to idle stay

then slowly crept himself away

and yet as darkness came upon them all

while some men prayed

they all were stayed

and the marine again picked himself up from where he fell

————–he picked himself up

—————————–from where he fell

and stood there blood running, foaming from the wound like a broken cup

unable to stop itself from coming, from frothy bubbly filling the lung

————-he picked himself up

——————–from where he fell

and shouted out across the green

and challenged the shooter to stand and fight

him one to one with all his might

as his brother’s hands reached up into the scene

and tried to drag him to the ground

for only there might life stay safe and sound

—————but he picked himself up

he picked himself up

from where he fell

and then the knowing tell

the knowing mournful tell

of dripping, dripping, dripping

the sound of dripping, dripping, dripping.

Copy Write Gordon Kuhn June 28, 2010

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MY NEW TRUCK


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My New Truck

I bought a new Chevy Avalanche and returned to the dealer yesterday because I couldn’t get the radio to work.

The salesman explained that the radio was voice activated.

‘Nelson,’ the salesman said to the radio.

The radio replied, ‘Ricky or Willie?’

‘Willie!’ he continued and ‘On The Road Again’ Came from the speakers.

Then he said, ‘Ray Charles!’, and in an instant ‘ Georgia On My Mind’ replaced Willie Nelson.

I drove away happy, and for the next few days, Every time I’d say, ‘Beethoven,’ I’d get beautiful classical music, and if I said, ‘Beatles,’ I’d get one of their awesome songs.

Yesterday, some guy ran a red light and nearly creamed my new truck.  But I swerved in time to avoid him.

I yelled, ‘Ass Hole!’

Immediately the radio responded with, “Ladies and gentlemen, he President of The United States ”

Damn I love this truck…

A Rose for A Friend


A ROSE FOR A FRIEND

I had a friend who went away

she never said how long she’d stay

I bought a rose and placed it where

no one would stop and stand and stare

but a place I knew she might wander past

and hoped the flower would somehow last

that my message of sadness and regret

for being one who without thinking and with unplanned neglect

had sadly let her fingers drift from mine

then somewhere, somehow, something cut the line

which I had not in place wished or had any such forward design

but failed I to tend the growth and failed to note or to in time seek to refine

the friendship that should have long passed the test of time

while our love had grown so quickly from infancy into prime

too late I then discovered how quickly a clock can chime

and another flower placed I this day

and wished that she might stop this way

but I know she’s gone and will never return

too late, too late the lesson did I learn

Copy write Gordon Kuhn 2010

The View From Across the Pond……..Or my version: Let’s impeach the bastard!


But the Mexicans are suing Arizona over it’s enforcement of immigration.

From The London Daily Telegraph On Foreign Relations

“Let me be clear: I’m not normally in favor of boycotts, and I love the American people. I holiday in their country regularly, and hate the tedious snobby sneers against the United States. But the American people chose to elect an idiot who seems hell bent on insulting their allies, and something must be done to stop Obama’s reckless foreign policy, before he does the dirty on his allies on every issue.”

One of the most poorly kept secrets in Washington is President Obama’s animosity toward Great Britain, presumably because of what he regards as its sins while ruling Kenya (1895-1963).
 
One of Barack Hussein Obama’s first acts as president was to return to Britain a bust of Winston Churchill that had graced the Oval Office since 9/11. He followed this up by denying Prime Minister Gordon Brown, on his first state visit, the usual joint press conference with flags.
The president was “too tired” to grant the leader of America’s closest ally a proper welcome, his aides told British journalists.
 
Mr. Obama followed this up with cheesy gifts for Mr. Brown and the Queen. Columnist Ian Martin described his behavior as “rudeness personified.” There was more rudeness in store for Mr. Brown at the opening session of the United Nations in September. “The prime minister was forced to dash through the kitchens of the UN in New York to secure five minutes of face time with President Obama after five requests for a sit down meeting were rejected by the White House,” said London Telegraph columnist David Hughes. Mr. Obama’s “churlishness is unforgivable,” Mr. Hughes said.
The administration went beyond snubs and slights last week when Secretary of State Hillary Clinton endorsed the demand of Argentine President Cristina Kirchner, a Hugo Chavez ally, for mediation of Argentina’s specious claim to the Falkland Islands, a British dependency since 1833. The people who live in the Falklands, who speak English, want nothing to do with Argentina. When, in 1982, an earlier Argentine dictatorship tried to seize the Falklands by force, the British — with strong support from President Ronald Reagan — expelled them.
“It is truly shocking that Barack Obama has decided to disregard our shared history,” wrote Telegraph columnist Toby Young. “Does Britain’s friendship really mean so little to him?” One could ask, does the friendship of anyone in the entire world mean anything to him?

“I recently asked several senior administration officials, separately, to name a foreign leader with whom Barack Obama has forged a strong personal relationship during his first year in office,” wrote Jackson Diehl, deputy editorial page editor of the Washington Post, on Monday. “A lot of hemming and hawing ensued.” One official named French President Nicolas Sarkozy, but his contempt for Mr. Obama is an open secret. Another named German Chancellor Angela Merkel. But, said Mr. Diehl, “Merkel too has been conspicuously cool toward Obama.”

Mr. Obama certainly doesn’t care about the Poles and Czechs, whom he has betrayed on missile defense. Honduras and Israel also can attest that he’s been an unreliable ally and an unfaithful friend. Ironically, our relations with both Israel and the Palestinian Authority have never been worse. Russia has offered nothing in exchange for Mr. Obama’s abandonment of missile defense. Russia and China won’t support serious sanctions on Iran. Syria’s support for terrorism has not diminished despite efforts to normalize diplomatic relations. The reclusive military dictatorship that runs Burma has responded to our efforts at “engagement” by deepening its ties to North Korea.

And the Chinese make little effort to disguise their contempt for him.

For the first time in a long time, the President of the United States is actually distrusted by its allies and not in the least feared by its adversaries. Nor is Mr. Obama now respected by the majority of Americans. Understandably focused on the dismal economy and Mr. Obama’s relentless efforts to nationalize and socialize health care, Americans apparently have yet to notice his dismal performance and lack of respect in the world community.

They soon will.

London Daily Telegraph editor — Alex Singleton, April 11.

Civilians Running the Military


During the Vietnam War decisions were made by those in the White House on where to bomb and where not to bomb.  They lied about where troops were located across borders that troops were not supposed to be crossing.  They handled the war in a non-agressive let’s play army game and placed United States Marines on top of hills in jungles no one cared about and told them to guard them. Marines are not meant to guard piles of dirt in jungles no one cares about.  People died.  Good people died while those in the White House attended parties, ate well, and played like they were the generals of marching toy soldiers who they could move here and there on a plastic map laid down on a table far from where real people bled out.

Now we have a community activist leading the military.  Someone who never ever spent one day in uniform, who knows nothing about the military telling the military how to fight a war and people are dying and the fools in the White House are going to parties, baseball games, having “date nights” that cost the American Taxpayer an arm and a leg and who are dragging the economy of this country into a hole so big we will never get out and yet we have people, totally uninformed people, who will gladly kiss him on his ass.  His best friends are enemies of this country, yet we have people out there who still cannot get it through their thick skulls that this man wants to destroy this county.  Read his books, they are full of lies and people that don’t exist. Research him and you will find just how tied in he is with those who want this country to be destroyed.  This man is pure evil.  And we have him as the leader of the nation that is the best and brightest thing that ever happened to humans on this planet and he and his buddies are out to destroy it.  My advice?  Impeach him.  And vote out every damn democrat that crawled into the Congress on their belly and who has labeled themselves along with Obama as being Progressives (a code word for communist) .  Obama apologizes for our winning WW II, apologizes for all the good we have done in the world, tells our military to NOT fly the American flag because someone might think we are tying to colonize the world, he kisses the rings and bows to heads of 3rd world nations, parties with a man who proudly had a photo of himself standing on an American flag drapped over a pile of garbage in an alley in Chicago and is proud that he attempted to blow up the pentagon and was involved in several murders while involved in a hold up and he got away with it and now teaches at the University of Chicago and who says proudly that this country makes him “want to puke.”   How much more will it take before we Americans realize that unless we take a stand the future will belong to dictators and this country will be divided up and everything that was bright and wonderful will be laying in a garbage pail somewhere with Obama sitting on top of it doing his job.

The Mexican Maid.


The Mexican Maid

The Mexican Maid asked For a Pay Increase

The wife was very upset about this and decided to talk to her about the raise. The conversation went like this:

She asked:”Now Maria, why do you want a pay increase??”

 Maria:”Well, Señora, there are three reasons why I want an increase.  The first is that I iron better than you.”

Wife:”Who said you iron better than me?”

Maria:”Your husband said so.”

Wife:”Oh.”

Maria:”The second reason is that I am a better cook than you.”

Wife:”Nonsense, who said you were a better cook than me?”

Maria: “Your husband did.”

Wife:”Oh.”

Maria:”My third reason is that I am a better lover than you.”

Wife, really furious now, “Did my husband say that as well?”

Maria: “No Señora…the gardener did.”

Wife: “So how much do you want?”

I Wonder.


My wife and I had dinner with a friend and his wife tonight and the converstation slipped and slid into politics. My friend, David, said that the only way to straighten out this country is to move away from Big Brother providing us with rules and regulations for everything under the sun. Get rid of licensing, abolish all building codes, seat belt laws, and everything else that restricts and/or provides benefits for some while restricting others. He continued to say it won’t happen, that our society is too geared to being protected, provided with guarantees and other benefits and so no one is going to want “change” to occur which would get government out of our face. The problem is this: government is sexually attracted to itself. In other words, government is a self-breeding organism which will eventually overpower this nation and whoever is the leader then become a dictator. Our society is being dumbed down by our leaders and by our media.

Aunt Linda


A teacher gave her fifth grade class an assignment: Get their parents to tell them a story with a moral at the end of it. The next day the kids came back and one by one began to tell their stories. There were all the regular type stuff, spilled milk and pennies saved.Finally only Ernie was left. ‘Ernie, do you have a story to share?’ ‘Yes ma’am. My daddy told a story about my Aunt Linda. She was a pilot in Desert Storm and her plane got hit. She had to bail out over enemy territory and all she had was a flask of whiskey, a pistol and a survival knife. She drank the whiskey on the way down so the bottle wouldn’t break and then her parachute landed right in the middle of twenty enemy troops. She shot fifteen of them with the gun until she ran out of bullets, killed four more with the knife, till the blade broke, and then she killed the last enemy with her bare hands.’ ‘Good Heavens’ said the horrified teacher. ‘What kind of moral did your daddy tell you from this horrible story?’ ‘Stay the hell away from Aunt Linda when she’s drinking.