January 27, 2008 – 12:03 pm
Buckle your seatbelts as we take a trip,
back to the 1940’s in a nostalgia ship.
We’ll visit a world some never knew,
while others have memories there to pursue,
boxed away in minds with a need to unzip,
if to recall products we barely remember.
Our ship takes some time before we dock
to relive days spent by a 1940’s clock.
Now start the morning by opening your door,
on the step milk in glass bottles is ready to pour.
With a bowl of Quaker Oats, it’s hard to knock,
enjoy these products we barely remember.
The wife takes a shower using La Fleur soap,
no one ever dreamed of putting it on a rope.
Reaching for the Prell to shampoo her hair,
she ponders which veiled hat she’s going to wear.
A spray of Evening in Paris is part of her morning scope,
she’s loving products we barely remember.
January 22, 2008 – 2:07 pm
The seven wait impatiently at the top of the hill,
with fourteen eyes fixated on the rickety track,
ears tuned in to the whistle’s sharp shrill.
‘Round the bend smoke rises in puffs, gray and black,
the men pull up their masks, prepare to attack.
The wooden cars creak slowly till the train is in sight,
just another moment till the moment’s just right.
The outlaw’s horses whinny and stir,
as if somehow aware of the task at hand.
With the wave of an arm and dig of spur,
the gang leader sets pace down the sloping land.
Riding hard down the hill, horse hoofs spewing sand,
they pull along both sides of the creeping train.
Five leap onboard, two left behind with horses to rein.
With guns drawn they move quickly, each knowing his role,
as they unhitch wood cars from the steel engine ahead.
The gang is prepared, they know the safe carries gold and cash
payrolls too, and they know it’s location, no hunting instead.
A minute later three kneel at the safe’s door to prepare its shred,
lighting two sticks of dynamite, they flee from the car.
Moments later wade back through the smoke, mangled safe ajar.
January 18, 2008 – 5:16 am
Who among us can say they’re immune?
Who wouldn’t erase decisions as dumb as wood,
or costly mistakes made as if served by a spoon?
Who wouldn’t push a button, if only they could,
to turn an unfortunate choice into something good?
We’re the intelligent “animals”, we rule the land,
that’s not to say we always do what we should.
Ever known you know but really misunderstand?
Our species to err is part of God’s plan.
Of today’s world there’s so much to be proud,
mankind has been right more often than wrong.
Yet lives full of sunshine get peppered with dark clouds
when we know the all the words but blow the song.
Disciplined by the human condition all our life long,
we’re subject to misfortune when we play our hand,
simply applying our knowledge when we think it’s strong.
But on top of our hot soup may float a grain of sand,
our species to err is part of God’s plan.
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