Something so wondeful gone horribly awry

This is the second blog that I've written around the midnight hour.  It's not recommended.  See, things that I find fun and interesting now, probably aren't so fun when looked at with the benefit of a good nights sleep.


Well, it's time to share my poetic side.


The first poem was written for my good friend Amanda.  She worked on Thanksgiving day cleaning dishes.  Not exactly festive I thought.  So, I wrote her this:


Amanda's Poem




The sweet Amanda is like no other
spent Thanksgiving working at The Muddy Rudder
Everyone thought the food was delicous
while she was back there cleaning dishes.
You know she's a living Cinderella story
scrubing up from the chicken cacciatore.
It's such a treat to talk to her online.
If she was a tumor, she would be benign
She touches me deeply, when inclined,
like a proctologist friend of mine


I rather liked how it turned out, and yet, when I recited it to my Mom, she had concerns about the ending.

Then tonight I shared this story with my cousin Mal.  She offered some wonderful insight(as well as supplying the delectable word "deploring " for part 2).  So now without further ado,  I give unto you Part 2!


Amanda's Poem Part 2



I faced my mothers deploring gaze
once she read that final turn of phrase.
This ditty while just a simple lark
had been colored by the last remark.
To my cousin I then related
this story of becoming berated.
She then said to ignore this censure
for my Mom isn't always so pure!
See, Mum's boggle score became affluent
by brazenly spelling "flatulent".


Why must I write these things you ask?  I answer with my own question.  If I don't, then who will?


As a bonus I'll share one of my chicken poems.  Sure you probably heard it before, but it's free so stop complaining.


The Chicken Scratches on My Heart



Beautiful chicken that I doth see
Remember when we met down at KFC?
It was you who brought me out of my shell
and now I have fallen under your spell
When you left me I was like a capon
Sad and sterile with no reason to go on
I lost my pluck, my feet only shuffle
what did I do to cause your feathers to ruffle?
My mouth waters when I smell you near
and your even better with chip and root beer
Come to me, my fowl of perfection
You warm me up just like an infection

Dickon's guide for the brain fried.

Sometimes it can be too much. You know it. I know it. That guy over there knows it. How can I cope when my world is fragile and it's so windy outside?

Well, I'm glad I asked. It's a interesting question. I mean, daily life can be vexing. Quite often I wonder what other people do to unwind. Maybe I should ask those other people. I usually don't ask. OK, I never ask. It seems too intimate a question. That's a special time. Not something to be exposed to some uncaring and crass individual.(If you happen to be uncaring and crass, stop reading now. The rest of you, keep reading but watch out for those other guys.)

Here's what I do. First I take a deep breath because I'm not sure I want share my private time with you. I mean, what have you done for me lately?...Oh? Well, in that case I guess I should tell you.

I remember hearing once "Music soothes the savage beast". Well, that's just not true. The quote actually is:

"Music hath charms to soothe a savage breast, to soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak." -William Congreve.

When I found this out, the quote was much more exciting. I mean, who would want to be mauled by a savage breast? The only possible hope of shelter from this barbaric storm is by listening to some of my favorite songs.

Some of my favorite songs:

1. Light & Day- The Polyphonic Spree(I recommend watching the video from Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind that goes with it)

2. Yume no Shima Shinen Kouen - Susumu Hirasawa(I have no idea what the words mean, but it's beautiful)

3. Palms of my Hands-Million Year Echo(who is that magnificent singer?)

4. Change-Blind Melon(everyone loves this song. I just decided that)

5. Tranquilize-The Killers(maybe just hearing the title helps me relax)

There you have it. The first step. I would tell you more, but after listening to these songs I'm just too unwound. Sleep is my next venture.

Do you have any songs that you listen to, when the breast tempest is raging?

giving peas a chance,

Dickon