COOKED POTATOES AND MEAT


COOKED POTATOES AND MEAT

4/22/2011

Copyright 2011 Gordon Kuhn

Poet in the Rain

The counter was bare and empty

So I took the first available lonely old seat

And my mind thought of burgers and Wimpy

And paying the second Tuesday of next week.

But the menu was loaded with more than just the one treat

Then came the waitresses who swished and swirled about me

Hurrying as best they could on sore and tired feet

They quickly flipped open their worn and tattered order pads

As one on a hunt intent on selling me my lunch

Then, as a bunch, rushed at me to greet

As one all suggested the potatoes and meat

“It’s cooked today,” they all said with a smile

“Not like yesterday or the day before the day before.”

“I’m glad,” I replied, “it’s been quite a while.

I’ve been living on collards, chittlins, swamp cabbage and peas,

And things, weird things, they claim live in the seas.

So, bring it, bring on some fried potatoes and a chunk of cooked meat,

And I’ll sit here and enjoy them while keeping warm this lonely old seat.”

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Antique Thoughts


ANTIQUE THOUGHTS

4/25/11

Copyright 2011 Gordon Kuhn

Poet in the Rain

T’was twilight’s gentle waking hour.

The day bird sought shelter in its leafy tower.

Came the scent of an approaching shower,

As light creatures sought safety each in their respective bower.

But antique thoughts did in shadows restless roam.

Beneath streetlights, they did seek an easy home,

And focused on a blooded painful zone,

Where they drove their poisoned daggers to the bone.

They circled, and moved in for the kill.

I felt the closeness of their lonely chill.

I walked alone, for from them I had no safe lane or home.

Antique thoughts on darkened wing did in shadows restless roam.

They walked, and flew so close to me,

Remembrances that haunt and chide. Those no one else can ever see.

The ghosts that stood watching near my side,

As antique thoughts upon the night wind did restless ride.

YOU KNOW WHAT MAKES ME ANGRY?


Stupidity makes me angry. Wholesale, total stupidity. Not the kind that happens when you cut your thumb slicing a onion while making a sandwich, or trip over the dog in the middle of the night on the way to the toilet. What I’m talking about is Public Stupidity. Public Stupidity is about instructions given to the public that confuse people, or instructions that a semi-intelligent person wouldn’t need, like: If the building is on fire…..LEAVE. Stuff like that. Do you really need to have a sign up that tells you to leave the damn building if it is on fire?????  Well, while up in Georgia visiting friends on a working vacation (we own alpacas and had to shear them for their fleece—-but that is another story). We were in this flea market and I came across a door that had these words posted in very large letters: EMERGENCY EXIT. Fine, glad there is an emergency exit, sometimes you need one when you are out doing something you should have thought about before you did it but you threw caution to the wind and said, “Who’s gonna know?” Yep. Sure thing your gonna get caught. But, here’s the catch, underneath the words emergency exit was the following: KEEP DOOR CLOSED AT ALL TIMES.

What?

Now, just how in the Sam Blue Blazes can the door be an emergency exit if you aren’t supposed to ever open the door? Is it just me? I can just see some poor dunce standing in front of the door in an emergency and thinking to themselves: Well, what the hell do I do now. Trust me, I’ve known two people who would do just that. One of them thinks the way to cook hamburgers and hot dogs on the  grill is to dip them in charcoal lighter fluid then set them on fire. He said that by doing that he doesn’t need charcoal.  Uh, ok, I guess.

A Reading by Tee L. Tyson


Tee Tyson does a fantastic job reading my poetry. And, at the very end she does a surprise reading of one her teenage poems that I think is incredible. She doesn’t really know the strength of her talent. Her poem is striking and her reading of both hers and mine is majestic and done far better than I could have done. Thanks Tee!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nd-qQIBNetU&feature=share

Enjoy.

Gordon.

Jimmy Carter


Jimmy Carter, he has got to be the happiest man alive now that Obama has elevated him from being the worst president in history to being the “almost” worst president in history.  Zero has the worst in the bag. If they gave an oscar for stupidity, and arrogance O would get it hands down. Maybe that’s what the Nobel Prize should have been for. Lord help us. One final note, did you ever notice that Jimmy looks an awful lot like a peanut????  Do you ever wonder if maybe there was some weird stuff going on in the peanut fields way back before Jimmy’s mom got pregnant?  I  mean, you don’t know. Kinda like Obama can’t find his birth certificate. You know what I mean?

You know what gets my goat?


A koala climbing up a tree. Taken on the 28th ...

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Kangaroos. Kangaroos get my goat. Watched a show about them this morning. Those furry tall things that hop around all over Australia with a pocket up front. They say they keep their babies in that pocket. Has anyone really looked in there? Does anyone really know what else they might be carrying in there? Who would have ever thought to create such a creature. Yeah, they are cute, but I wouldn’t want one as a house guest. They have big feet and just as sure as I’m sitting here between the big feet and the long tail I can just imagine what they’d drag in from the yard. So, Australia, love ya, but Kangaroos??? Please keep them down under. Speaking of “down under” well, that’ll be another discussion.

YOU KNOW WHAT MAKES ME MAD?


Little bottles with safety child proof safety caps. The medicine is inside and I’m on the outside looking at the inside and do you think I can get the damn safety cap off? Hell no!

They make ’em that way, just to make me angry. I know it.

Some guy or gal is sitting in a manufacturing plant sifting through those bottles and they make sure I get the one you cannot open. I took a hammer to one….smashed the little bitty pills into dust. But you know, at least that little cap stayed stuck on the bottle.

I’m glad the industry giants want me to stay safe.

I’d just like to be next to the idiot who came up with this stupid idea when they are having a heart attack and they hand me their little bottle with the safety cap and ask me to open it.