So Much String

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So Much String

She was the best cloud you floated in on

In the big blue sky we have flown

A gentle mental wind that you knew

A hurricane since she’s been gone

With her feet on the ground

And you in the sky

She kept you lit high

As a Franklin kite

Whenever the winds changed

The higher you flew

As long as you held on

To her hold on you

So why must what goes up, come down

Is there no longer such a thing

As a blissful beating heart?

If it’s the only reason why

The Lonely cry when they sing?

Might as well go fly a kite

All the while remembering…

We’re only given so much string.

 

 

c 2012 David Brunoehler

 

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So Much String

She was the best cloud you floated in on

In the  big blue sky we have flown

A gentle mental wind that knew you

A hurricane since she’s been gone

With her feet on the ground

And you in the sky

She kept you lit and high

As a Franklin kite

Whenever the winds changed

The higher you flew

As long as you held on

To her hold on you

So why must what goes up, come down

Is there no longer such a thing

As a blissful beating heart?

If it’s the only reason why

The Lonely cry when  they sing?

Might as well go fly a kite

All the while remembering…

We’re only given so much string!

2012  drbrunoehler

Nuthouse Nursery Rhymes

Nuthouse Nursery Rhymes

Panic

So you panic when you fear

And worry when you hurt

The bravest souls have also, dear,

Now chill out – hit the dirt.

If You Want To Fight Depression

If you want to fight depression

You needn’t take a pill

Just find something to laugh about

Invent another thrill

If you want to fight depression

Go right ahead — feel sad

But bare in mind it’s over:

That once good thing you had

If you want to fight depression

Most people fret and stew

Why not try to find them

And something new to do

If you want to fight depression

It doesn’t help to yell

But go ahead and let it out

Raise a little hell

I Remember Who You Are

I remember who you are

You are a love I’ve known

And just to set the record straight

We never were alone

Throughout the years, I now know how,

Abandonment seemed real

Illusion I can see through now

And feel the way you feel

As I remember who I am

I’ll show you more of you

It’s just the way it’s always been

In truth, it’s what I do.

Mercy

If you want to ask God for mercy now

You needn’t waste your breath

You’ve always been in His good grace

How so? You’ll learn at death

When Someone Stands You Up

Whenever someone stands you up

Don’t take it close to heart

But rather take their picture out

And tear it all apart

No, really, don’t mean to be mean

Accept their ill excuse

Because whatever else you do

You’ll wonder: “What’s the use?”

Is Nothing Sacred?

You fret you live as if nothing is sacred

I’d like to help you out

If nothing is, then all is not

See? What you worried about?

Perhaps the reverse, in fact, is true

All blessedness abound

Well I, for one, think that’s more fun

So now, I’m lost and found

Hmmm…

Freeloading find you guilty?

Bad credit got you down?

No end in sight to hardship?

High hopes have hit the ground?

Hmmm…

Remember what you’ve given

At times you could have charged

It may not be a lack of worth

But that your heart is large

Insecure

Insecure?

Sure.

Inept?

Nyet!”

When You Feel Lonely

You ask why you feel lonely

No wonder you’re so blue

The answer is this only:

You’ve been untrue to you.

You ask if you’re forgiven

The answer: always yes

So what, pray tell, will you do?

Tell the truth – or guess?

How Sorry Can You be?

So you confessed you told a lie

How sorry can you be?

It’s time you pick yourself up high

For one and all to see.

Dis-ease

It’s not about the voices

That tell you you’re dis-eased

But rather, sticky choices

Now then, let go … release!

You Make Me Sick

You make me sick

Or so I thought

Until I learned

You’re well

Oh, what a trick

Um, I forgot

Sometimes it’s hard to tell

How to Find Heaven

If Heaven is a state of mind

Of peace, of love and joy

That should not be hard to find

Repeat:

Oh, boy!”

Oh, boy!”

Oh, boy!”

My God

I thought I couldn’t see you

And started to despair

Then I tried to be you

My God!

You’re everywhere!

© 2005, 2012 David Brunoehler

The Stiff

The Stiff

Today I watched as another room mate

Got his  body bagged and carted 

Last night two Medics rolled him in around eight.

By this morning he’d departed

The way the sounds and shadows crept

Kept me riveted to my bed

While a Lady in Black packed him into a sack

I prayed that he’d indeed be dead

It was a most disturbing morning

Add to that another night and day

Can’t seem to shake this eerie sense of mourning

For some strange stiff they rolled away

Wonder if he had friends and a family

Saw one hospice worker sit and leave

I must be very depressed to be so impressed

Instead of breaking down to grieve.

© 2012  David Brunoehler

ELSE-WHERE

Else-Where

 

You’re running rounds in my dreams tonight

Like a top 40 tune I wish I could write
I need to make up a few
New memories that we
Could carry like tunes
To put us in harmony

 

For every reason I’ve been out of sight
I’ll keep writing up wrongs ’til things turn out right

And if that doesn’t repair

Why I wasn’t there

I’ll pack up my heart

To take it back to else-where

 

But isn’t that the way it’s always been

Always on my way out

When my heart’s wanting in

And haven’t we been through this all before

Might as well settle down here

At else-where’s back door

 

The very first time I looked in your eyes

I made you promises that turned into lies

And for whatever reason

Things got turned around

If I keep looking else-where

They’ll never be found

 

If I could make up for lost time, I would

How does one make a memory turn back into good

Is there some other way I

Can make it okay

I’ll forget about else-where

And this time I’ll stay

2012 David Brunoehler

 

 

         

 

To the Door

To the Door

 

 

 

It secretly pleased him to pay for his love

Cash in advance for a night

Discretely took chances he thought nothing of

Dashing as if out of sight

 

The day they released him a light from above

Flashed his old fancies away

Completely erased of them push came to shove

Crashing with out much to say,

 

Stranger things happen than this all the time

Sudden reversals of fate.

Dangers exist so mankind can survive

Changing the ways we relate

 

Take care when considering passions in life

One fantasy begs for one more

The reason sex offenders are running rife

We haven’t yet shown them the door!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

© 2012 David Brunoehler

The Cracked Black Bic Pen

The Cracked Black Bic Pen

In his hand was a bleeding

Cracked black Bic pen

Right beside it, a notebook

He’d half written in

On the pages were song words

His heart longed to sing

As black ink stained a finger

That once wore a ring

Though the note book held pages

Of his unsung songs

That cracked black Bic pen

Withheld what went wrong

As the ink kept on bleeding

Across his cold hand

It provided a reading

Even I’d understand

We’re free to make choices,”

The ink started out,

Inside us are voices

We all think about.”

The thing to beware of

Is when they say,’Doubt’”

That’s when you get quiet

And they start to shout.”

As the story unfolded

I listened in awe

To this ink pen’s life lessons

From a dead poet’s paw

Learned the man lived in ‘maybes’

He could never decide

Last I heard he went crazy

Picking ties till he died

Not only did I learn

From his fatal flaw;

I learned from a cracked, black

Bleeding Bic Ballpoint

All the ins and the outpoints

About Karmic Law.’

A Note to all Poets

Who wish to do well

Don’t dangle in doubt

Heed no voice that yells

Keep writing new song words

And bring back ink wells

And remember the reason

You picked up that pen.

In truth it will free you…

In doubt; do you in

© 2012 David Brunoehler

Facelift

Facelift

 

Have you seen my smile

The one I always wore

It’s been gone a while

Not this long before

 

Where is my youthful grin

The one I’m famous for

I can’t help wonderin’

If I’ll wear it anymore

 

It makes my face look sad

My first impression – mean

I’m really not that bad

My gladness goes unseen

If I turn up side down

My face will make a shift

And as I loose my frown

I find I’m smiling up side down

With this gravity face lift

 

© 2012 David Brunoehler

Lizard Looks

LIZARD LOOKS


Here’s to dudes who sport iguana cuts

Gelled and held up on their heads

A first impression might imply they’re nuts

Or that their barbers were misled.

It’s hard to say who first inspired the look

Could be Buckwheat before braids

Can you imagine how much time it took

To get that first hair stylist paid?

What more and more men wear

With their new Mohawk hair

Goes from pulled down jeans to suits

It always tickles me to see a wife beater T

Looking better than the guy in a tie

The little T shows abs where the suit hides flab

In this nebulous amphibious rivalry

So before I have to go

Look our lizard looker over head to toe

And if  he needs another lizard – look goodie

Nothing says lizard like a zippered hoodie.

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© 2012  David Brunoehler

Let’s Go Play on the Roof

Let’s Go Play on the Roof

Let’s go play on the roof

Crawl inside the drier

Get out grandpa’s matches

And start a little fire

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Let’s throw kitchen knives

How ’bout a round of mumble y-peg

Pull down hornet hives

And run with them between our legs

.

We could hide inside the fridge

Play in traffic

On a bridge

If we get too bored

There’s the Ouija Board

We could bring back

Grandma Midge

Or play Blind Man’s Bluff

On Dead Man’s Curve

If that’s not enough

Pop a paper bag

To wake up Merv

Let’s break glass in ice

Break dance naked

Breed some lice

Sniff a tube of glue

Make black Kool-Aid

Hide a shoe

We can always find a game

Like playing chicken

With a moving train

Awake a sleepy bear

Fling some monkey poo

Into a lions’ lair

Wash our hair in bleach

Microwave a leach

Spook the cat

Hunt for bats

Build a pumpkin bomb

And dress up Tom

Shoot Niagara Falls in barrels

Singing dirty Christmas carols

Play poker with dry camel chips

And Crazy Glue between our lips

Let’s go play on the roof

While every one else sleeps

Give each other purple Herbies

And definitely the creeps.

© 2012 David Brunoehler

For What It Is Worth

For What It Is Worth


For what it is worth

I’m not what you see

Behind this frail figure

Are volumes of me

Not a bed number

Without dignity

But lifetimes in chapters

Of real history

You see a bedpan

I’ve seen a war

To me you are children

And I’m so much more

I’ve probably been

What you long to be

So look once again

As you care for me

For what it is worth

I don’t envy you

You’ve no sense of value
Of what war vets do

We stand up and fight While you misbehave

For each wounded Vet

There are ten in the grave

When you laugh and joke

The thing you don’t see

Since I paid the price

Your freedom’s on me

 

 

You’ll see as I tremble

It’s hard to let go

I hardly resemble

The person we know

©  2012 DavidBrunoehlermm