I WONDER.


My father was born in 1898, my mother was born in 1907. My father and mother both rode in wagons pulled by horses and my father was a delivery boy with a buggy in Chicago. They went from horse and buggy to Model A’s and T’s,lived during the War to End all Wars WWI, the depression, WW II, Korea, Vietnam, witnessed Sputnik and John Glenn, and the First Step for Mankind. They did not live long enough to see cell phones and desk tops, lap tops, and the like. However, I am sure they would have taken it in stride. But I wonder if something was lost to all of us way back when the first Ford was rolled off the assembly line and we entered the “modern” age? Imagination was my childhood friend, not a TV screen.

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THE DEATH OF HISTORY THE INTRODUCTION OF BLANK


The day is sadly approaching where there will be only one history and it will contain nothing, no reflection, no belief, no pride, nothing. It will be an emptiness like none other ever has been or will be. There will be no marriage, no personal freedoms, just a collective. It has been tried before and failed, but still they come at us and want to injure the society at large and subjugate us to the minorities whim. It is a classic function of  history that proves the minority rules the majority. Every dictator is only one man. One person that controls the destiny of his nation. It has happened countless times and yet we allow it to continue and it will be the doom that destroys the future. You can scoff at me. You can disagree with me. And, you can deny it when it happens but I’m telling you it is happening all around us. The forces are in full play now to destroy the U.S. economy and all the freedoms we’ve enjoyed over the years. Don’t believe me? Go to an airport. Go anywhere. Cameras on street corners, in buildings, at Disney Land, everywhere. Think you are not being watched? Those who wish us to not be free are winning. Those who wish us to not have a history as a people are winning. The history books are being rewritten. Instead of being the only nation on earth with a free economy and freedom of religion and the right to live where you want, to speak your mind, to have hope, to go where you want when you want. It is going, going, going, gone. And yet they continue to destroy. Occupy now! And our leaders support them. What insanity is this. Khrushchev said once in a speech that Russia didn’t have to win in a war against us, we would destroy ourselves and that is exactly what is happening. We have idiots and crooks running pur country. Joe Biden? What a pathetic joke. He’s the VP for God’s sake. Oh, sorry, I suppose I just offended someone who doesn’t like the word God. Now it is supposed to be written g-d. Damn sure don’t want to upset a vandal out there who wants us to all live as they want and not as we were set up to live as … FREE.

THE PARTY KEG


THE PARTY KEG

Copyright 2012 Gordon Kuhn

Poet in the Rain, Productions

 

 

 

T’was a party years back that I went to one night,

When half way through, with no moon, someone turned out the light,

Which caused horrid confusion and brought on true fright,

As no one could find the keg for lack of good sight.

It was morning before its location was found,

By then the beer had all leaked into the ground,

And left behind a most happy ant hill mound.

Carpenter critters who wandered and staggered around,

While above them there was a weeping and mournful sound.

And in great depression the thirsty did the earth then angry pound

And smashed all the ants that were drunk staggering found.

The lamenting was so loud and incredibly profound

The neighbors who closely lived were all most confound.

But I had sensed and seen the problem before the spill,

And made sure I had enough in my pocket to pay forward the bill,

And went strolling alone down to where the keg would later sadly empty stay

And purchased another for myself on the particular day.

And did not share it with anyone, nay, not another … as it was my special birthing day.

There had been no cake, no cards, flowers, or even a birthday toast,

Even though it was my party and I was the host,

So, sure it was that for me the spare keg was of little cost

And I sat and drank sips and waved at the fishes who were not visibly lost,

But swam in the shallows along the beach near the sea,

Just the fishes, an ice cold pony keg, a bag of chips, and a very happy me.

April 25, 2012

TWO SIGNIFICANT EVENTS IN LIFE


There are two significant events in life that are the ones which only really matter. They are birth and death. Class dismissed.

I recall seeing grand parents laid out in caskets and the family all in tears. The funeral home was hot as the furnace was on. Snow blanketed the cemetery. Young ones were pushed and pulled and shoved into seats and told to be quiet while older family members spoke, sang, cried. Such somber scenes. No humor. No celebration of life. The song Ava Maria sung. The minister speaking of life hereafter and redemption from out sins. What sins? Eternal damnation if I asked too much, pried to much, dared to question even a little. Yet, with a smile I was told I had free will. (Just don’t use it young man or you’ll be toast!) Oh, how wonderful. Anyway, I sit an wonder about all the people I come across during the day and those I don’t ever meet up with as well. Hmm. I think, are they real? Maybe this is just a figment of my imagination. Hello??? Are you real out there??? Don’t answer as I”m going to worry that I’m really answering myself.

Today, just three miles away, a pickup truck lost control at SR 70 S. Bound ramp to I-75. Two young men in their twenties without seat belts on were tossed out of the PU like toy dolls. One dead at the scene, the other was sent out with a helicopter trying to get him to a trauma facility. So, the one died at the scene. Picture showed the truck with a white sheet covering a body about 50 feet away. One never knows when it might suddenly be lights out … permanently. So, eat you cheerios and drink your milk because Santa Claus doesn’t exist, at least not as advertized. I found that out at the age of 10, or was it 9. Does it matter? The interesting thing about Santa Clause if more of a question that an answer. I’ll explain later as my head is about to burst now with all these thoughts that do not matter.

UPDATE: Good morning blues now is EARLY MORNING BLUES.


EARLY MORNING BLUES

Copyright 2012 Gordon Kuhn

April 22, 2012

Gordon L Kuhn, Poet In The Rain Productions

 

I got them early morning blues.

Yeah, I woke to find the trouble I thought had done gone away.

I thought I’d left it sitting at the bar when I strolled off to sneak away

While I was out partying. I had no intent on it comin’ here to stay

To my surprise it had come home with me and planned to stay

Sailed right home with me when I wasn’t looking.

From the night before, along with a hangover for my sins for me to pay.

Oh lord! Two headaches for the price of one.

I got them early morning blues.

What sort of sin did I do to deserve this?

Did I wrong my neighbor someway?

Did I not pay the bartender when I staggered away?

I woke to find it hadmoved in, while I was not lookin’!

I got them early morning blues.

A man can’t even pass out on his own couch today,

Without waking to find a whole world of pain waitin’ just for him.

Yes. I do believe.

I got them early morning blues.

Damn if it didn’t moved right in. It moved right in!

Didn’t ask! Stepped right over me. Just moved right in.

Brought its own bags, it did.

Came with its own dirty laundry,

And draggin’ a mother-in-law!

A big, fat, ugly mother-in-law.

With hairy legs and bushes underarms.

Early in the day.

Way too early in the day.

They had come to stay.

Left me with this headache,

There lying on the couch,

With a pack of BC powder and an empty glass

Didn’t I ask for water?

I got them early morning blues.

That’ll teach me not to never mix

Tequila and beer, never, never no more;

And they took my car keys,

Right outa my pocket

Drove off in my Cadillac.

And that’s a fact … with mother-in-law driving

With a butt so big no one else can fit on the front seat

I don’t recall invitin’ no one home last night

I don’t recall given them the keys to my Cadillac

Instead I woke to find all this trouble

I was sure had gone away.

My life is never gonna be the same.

I got them early morning blues.

 

 

 

GOOD MORNING BLUES


GOOD MORNING BLUES

Copyright 2012 Gordon Kuhn

April 22, 2012

Gordon L Kuhn, Poet In The Rain Productions

 

I got them early morning blues.

Yeah, I woke to find the trouble I thought had done gone away.

I thought I’d left it sitting at the bar while I was out partying.

To my surprise it had come home with me and planned to stay

Sailed right home with me when I wasn’t looking.

From the night before, along with a hangover for my sins for me pay.

Oh lord! Two headaches for the price of one.

What sort of sin did I do to deserve this?

Did I wrong my neighbor someway?

Did I not pay the bartender when I staggered away?

I woke to find it hadmoved in, while I was not lookin’

A man can’t even pass out on his own couch,

Without waking to find a whole world of pain waitin’ just for him

Yes.

It moved right in. It moved right in.

Brought its own bags,

Came with its own dirty laundry,

And a mother-in-law!

A big, fat mother-in-law.

Early in the day,

They had come to stay.

Left me with this headache

There laying on the couch

Teach me not to mix

Tequila and beer, never no more;

And they took my car keys

Right outa my pocket

Drove off in my Cadillac

And that’s a fact with mother-in-law driving

With a butt so big no one else can fit on the front seat

I don’t recall invitin’ no one home last night

I don’t recall given them the keys to my Cadillac

Instead I woke to find all this trouble

I was sure had gone away.

My life is never gonna be the same.

I got them early morning blues.

 

 

RESPONSE TO OBAMA POST


ehancock commented on Obama’s attorney court admission birth certificate is a forgery.

Obama’s lawyer never said any such thing.

This is a birther reporter’s made-up claim. A search of the transcript and a full view of the video shows that she never uses the words “forgery” or “forged”—or anything like them. This is actually very bad for the birther cause. People will realize that if they make up quotations the are capable of lying about anything.

Four officials in Hawaii (three of them in a Republican governor’s administration and the current director of heralth) have stated in writing repeatedly that they saw the original long form birth certificate in the files.

In addition, the existence of a long form birth certificate in 1961 is further confirmed by the birth notices in the Hawaii newspapers. At the time the birth notices for the section of the paper called “Health Bureau Statistics”–which is where Obama’s birth notice appeared—were only sent by the DOH of Hawaii, and the DOH only sent those notices for births in Hawaii.

MRS. HIGGINS’ CAT


MRS. HIGGIN’S CAT

Copyright 2012 Gordon L Kuhn

Poet in the Rain Productions

April 19, 2012

Sure t’was skinny Mrs. Higgins’ cat that wandered about while we thought the lady napped.

Or so thought the town’s people of she and they shooed and they clapped

To keep Mrs. Higgins’ hungry pussy safely from out of harm’s way.

But the damn cat would not leave and chose sullenly to stay.

It’s thick tail waggin’, eyes growing dark, and in sideways fashion began to stalk

Anyone brave enough to venture out for a breath of air on a daily walk,

Or to mindless stand at open gates to simple spend time in gossip talk.

While the cat upon the occasional bare laid ankle did most joyfully sink its teeth.

And broad skirted maids would sudden shriek and find the cat hiding there beneath.

Yet, how simple t’was the answer was for we should have known that day,

As newspapers had piled up on Mrs. Higgins’ doorstep and closed door and doorway;

And they seemed in permanence that they would turn moldy and never go away.

That also was the growing fact that the cat had no chosen anyplace else for it to go?

For indeed it had no place else for its furry self to stow.

And how were we, mindless, that week gone past to know,

That Mrs. Higgins had gone and left this earthly plane and failed to feed her cat?

So, the hungry puss of a cat had done ate up all Mr. Higgins bone and fat.

And, as for poor old scrawny Mrs. Higgins, that simply was the end of that.