Beavers Spotted on the I-70

C-B

Trucker lingo

confirms a Big 10-4

eyeballs a carload of beavers

hot—dam!

CB Radio--Truckers way of communicating--popular in 70-80's
Beavers-women
Big 10-4- totally agree

Beaver Sighting

Bandit: Breaker, breaker--This is the Bandit, I got the hammer on the floor and looking for more on the I-70 heading west at mile marker 95 coming out of Kansas City—on channel 2-4 anyone got their ears on, come back?

Rock: You got the Rock on channel 2-4 heading towards Denver; I’m at the front door–mile marker 100 heading west. Bandit change to channel 2-2, come back.

Bandit: 10-4, changing to 2-2. Rock this is the Bandit, I got the back door–seen any bears in them woods- come back?

Rock: Ease back on that hammer Bandit we got a Papa bear in a plain brown wrapper at the 99 mile marker, come back.

Bandit: Thank you kindly Rock. Whatcha hauling, come back?

Rock: Life is better with Coca Cola, come back.

Bandit: I’m at the Ball Park with some Angus beef franks, come back.

Rock: Bandit, we got a beaver sighting at the 103 mile marker doing a double nickel—repeat a pack of beavers coming at you with their top down. Got a pink one and the sun is shining bright, come back.

Bandit: Repeat, did you say a beaver pack, come back?

Rock: Should be coming up real soon—four beavers with their top down in a shiny red convertible, come back.

Bandit: That’s a big 10-4, Rock– and they’re smokin hot.

Rock: I’m heading to the Golden State of California, come back– been rolling since 3am.

Bandit: 10-4, hooking up in Wyoming the Equality State—gonna suds ‘em up and find me a sleeper leaper at the pickle park, come back.

Rock: That’s a big 10-4, I’m dancing solo—got me a honey back in San Antonio.

Bandit: Roger that Rock, thank you kindly, this is the Bandit signing off-catch you on the flip flop.

Rock: That’s an affirmative Bandit, Breaker, breaker--you got the Rock heading west at mile marker 175 keep your wheels on the ground and your tool well oiled—anybody out there got their ears on, come back?

CB Radio Slang
On the floor and looking for more: accelerating to full speed
Front door: first truck in the convoy
Back door: last truck in the convoy
Double nickel: 55 miles per hour
Papa Bear- State police
Plain brown wrapper: unmarked brown vehicle
Beaver: woman
Flip flop: on the return trip
Sleeper leaper: working girl
Pickle park: rest area known for working girls
Suds: beer

Smile!

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No Labels

Flexitarian

Pescatarian

Vegetarian

call it whatever you want

I Don’t Eat Meat!

I woke up the other day

thinking I knew

WHAT I was.

I was wrong.

I got an education in

the many types of vegetarianism

It is more complicated than I thought

apparently I’m NOT ONE

nope-- none of the above.

I actually thought I might be a Pescatarian

for half a minute

but I’m NOT that either

Sound frustrating?

All I know for certain is

that I don’t have any health problems

bleeding hemorrhoids

indigestion

or weight gain.

I exercise

I take my vitamins and

occasionally when the dust bunnies

threaten mutiny

I even vacuum.

I love Netflix

and frozen juice bars

peanut M&M’s

banana smoothies

salads, stuffed Portobello mushrooms

kale

and macaroni—of any kind

Actually I could live on the stuff.

Tofu is okay

Soy or bust

beans and peas and lentils

and curry and tacos and salsa

and fish and eggs and cheese

and ice-cream

gotta have that!

Life wouldn’t be worth living

without my ice-cream

and dark chocolate.

So WHAT I am-- is not even

close to a vegetarian

nope not at all

I just don’t eat meat.

I don’t color

inside no stinking lines

neither.

So call me whatever you want

I’ll still be blessed

with the right combination of

genes

locale and

skills.

Go roll that

in your

Űber hoity toity degree

and smoke it! 

Facebook Mania

Write  a poem using the following words: flood - crying - lost - hope - fun - laughter - rough. Words may be used in different formats (for example: cry, crying, cried) 

A downward spiral

has sucked my brain

into an alarming flood

of multitudinous meanderings.

Exotic monikers

light up my screen

new and old

parading requests

to come and have fun

let’s play games

text and extol

fanciful tales of joy

and woe. You are among friends.

A veritable montage of

learning follows

from a newborn’s first  hopeful cry, to

old best friends who have died too young

and others that married the football captain

the proctologist, and the now homeless

comedian as he muses on future

High School reunions.

Idle laughter distilled while

tracking

through

the thick confluence

of a rough relational glue

sold for a click

amid lost days

spent

dodging real

hopelessly caught up

in playing

pretend.

**Disclaimer—a creation.

I Don’t Eat Meat

Listen up okay, because I’m only going to say this once--I’m a vegetarian.

I don’t eat meat. 

I’m not a NUT.

I do eat  nuts, vegetables, fruit, noodles, soy, mushrooms, and beans.

Are you aware that they inject all kinds of antibiotics into that meat you eat?

Yes, that same food supply and those same corporations that are actually causing and perpetuating WORLD HUNGER, because we humans could be eating the grain that they are feeding to the cows, that could live quite well on GRASS, if we didn’t destroy the topsoil in this country’s heartland; livestock and chickens that are being injected with hormones to make them grow bigger and faster and forced to live in filthy cramped conditions, just so they can be slaughtered sooner to end up on your high priced plate next to that tiny gray vegetable that you cooked to death instead of steaming.

So I’m not saying that you shouldn’t eat meat, I’m saying that I don’t

and I would appreciate it if you stopped pushing your opinion down my throat

because opinions are like assholes,

everyone has one and they all stink.

And if you think that your shit is ICE-CREAM,

I got some swamp land in the desert for you.

Here, let me spell it out for you,

V- is for vegetables-fruits and grains, heart healthy nutrients feeding the world.

E- is for educated in diet and nutrition.

G- is for I’m game to kick your gamey ass—so don’t try to mix in any meat with that rice.

E- is for educated—is there an echo in here?

T- is for taught new and interesting recipes.

A- is for able to find plenty of viable alternatives to the protein equation.

R-is for ready to retrain my brain.

I-is for independent, so don’t get any smart ideas.

A-is for action and yes, I still have ALL my marbles.

N- is for NO, I don’t eat meat that means no red meat, no fowl, no pork, no lamb, no deer, alligator, rabbit,
 road kill, worms or insects even if they are dipped in CHOCOLATE.

Do you have it yet?

Moon

Harvest Moon

Remembering 9-11-01

Imploding towers

piled tons of ash and debris

atop shattered lives.

Terror brought home, 

snuffed out by solid leadership

remembered by those left behind.

Loved ones remembered

our country united

faithful and steadfast.

Cautionary note

to those of that ilk

we will hunt you down.

There will be a reckoning

We will not forget the day 

that changed our world.

Rapunzel

Rapunzel, Rapunzel let down your hair!

Come on dearie
don't be so Grimm

there’s nothing left to fear.
The big bad wolf
evil prick that he is
is fooling with some
naive Red Riding Hood
on Facebook
and the wicked enchantress
has roared off
on her broom
to see the fall colors
on the southern rim
of the Grand Canyon.

It’s okay to come out.

Olly Olly Oxen Free!

The bogey woman has left the building
went out for a mocha frappuccino.
She got bored
this story is too predictable
so she went off
to scare up a new Prince.
All the evil turds are gone
Rapunzel
and you’ve gotten the pink slip.

Wake-up sweetie
It’s going to be okay
it was just a nightmare
Yeah- you got banged up a bit
but you made it.

Rapunzel –it’s time to escape
from your ivory tower
maybe go for a makeover.
Color those roots
get out of that frumpy dress
invest in a manicure.

Seriously
you are among friends.
You are a survivor.
It’s over!
And like they say
at the end of the story
And she lived

Happily Ever After!

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Make Me Hot

Make me hot

I want to sizzle

like an egg sunny side up

with my edges lightly browned

crisp

no humdrum lines

or snot

diminishing a

first impression.

I want them

to inhale

my scent

like hungry dogs

hot on the trail

of a

meaty

thigh

bone

dripping

with

drop dead sinew

and pearly white

panache.

Your Taste

You are dark and scathing

hinting at forgotten pleasure

bribing my subconscious

beneath a cloak of sultry red still

you continue to whisper my name.

Tempting rogue

you alone know how to

twist my desire

and color my lust.

I am a nun

and solitary.

This phase will

forge

my chain

secure my allegiance

rebuild a bold character

and transform my prison

but I shall die

before I

forget

your taste.

Emotional Muggers

An Emotional Mugging

is calling up your family

expecting an earful

but getting

an exploding doormat  instead.

is thinking your friends

have your best interests

in mind and finding they’ve

relished eating your heart out.

Emotional muggers

know something

nasty about you

and aren’t afraid to use it.

Emotional muggers

can cripple you

with their love.

First Friday- Poetry Slam

Spiders

Spider ling’s balloon
over tiny strands of silk
thread- trapeze artists.

Steel spiders muscle 
circus owner, draw sideshow
acts to live wire.

Spider vein try-out’s
announced in carnival ad
beach sandals welcome.

Tall, Thin, Young and Gassy—pidgin poem

One sistah from Kahaluu
stay
carving
into da
banyan tree
next to da
Hygenic Store.

She waitin on Kimo
da kine moke neva even
graduate Castle High School.

Da tita
get one zit da size
of one forklift
on top her
nose.
Pretty soon
she gonna pop da bugga
da ting going ooze
and she going use 'um fo
fill-in da kine words
into dat tree.

Words like
I gonna get you fo dis, KIMO
I not playin wit you
no more games-- gangsta.
I like wrap your brains round dis tree
wat you tink, I no life.
You tink I
going stay hea foreva.

So she tink and she write
some ting else into dat tree
dat no one eva going forget.

It say,
Kimo like sleep
wit ladies undawea on, cuz
he got one ting for -- red lace BVD’S

Dat going fix da bugga.

She smiling now
like she wen release
one huge
onolicious fart.

“Kay den, she say,
my work
pau hea
wea  you like go?”

Trending Pointless

I admit it

I am

not the sharpest knife

in the drawer.

Actually I hail from

a whole set

of dull knives.

In fact, the sharpest one

is currently afflicted with

a pitting problem. No cure

missing some stainless parts

if you know what I mean.

It is surprising

shocking really

that not even one

sibling in the drawer

has an ounce of steel  

or any hidden alloy

of any cutting edge value.

Apparently
when the big guy upstairs

was doling out sharpeners

we all

skipped class.

I must admit-- I’m worried  

the makeup exam

appears to involve

massive pumpkins

and no one’s trained

in carving

except of course

our distant cousin

an ancient

serrated edge

with a long handle

sketching a subliminal

outline.

Multiverse--cinquain

More than
One--is it true
that there is more than ONE!
Maybe we’ll get one more chance to
survive.

 Matter
 exists, to learn
 our origin, stars
 progress, energy amplified
 study.

 Science
 Mathematics
 divide reality
 Quantum theory resides within
 space time.

Capt. Tommy D.

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My husband--giving back!

Breakfast at the Villa

Apollo is beginning
with a plastic appetizer
the meal
a cutback sleeve of
a five gallon bucket
fashioned to house
a large dog’s dish.

It is his.

We know this because it
has a large red A on the side
unlike his brother’s
which has a large red R
for Rocky.

They have access
to all the amenities.
These pedigrees
needn’t
bend down to eat.
Gracious NO!

This clever design
keeps their dishes
at shoulder height
a comfortable level for dining.

The cook is late
and Apollo being
extremely advanced
for a bull mastiff
unlike his rather vocal brother
who is whining
doesn’t voice his disdain
but instead has
brought his bucket
to the front overlooking the ponds
and will diplomatically
start
alone.

Getting Out from Beneath the Rubble

I’ve been putting it off long enough.
Yesterday I took a step towards
stirring the crowd.

I found
and relocated some
rather important tomes.
I made progress.
I approached the mammoth
and tried to saddle it
the tonnage clear
roping not an option.

Intent on putting my plan
into gear
I sorted through
the who does this belong to
the what
why and how much
dust had accumulated
reasoning that the one inch pile
could stay
but everyone else
had to go.

I don’t care for slackers.
Most of them left quietly
the days of debauchery over
they were corralled and herded
towards the car
and loaded into the trunk
next stop the LIBRARY.

The connivers next to the nightstand were next
unread in over six months
they were out of there
replaced by the next have to reads.

Then I marched upstairs
to look at the schemer pile
next to the sofa
that seemed content
to stay put.
No threats or
hysterical comments
voiced from that group
so I relented and gave them
another six months to collect
interest, which seems to be at a premium these days.

I think I will issue a press release
or have a PBS show featuring them.
You know, revive interest in the classics
get them on Oprah’s must read list

In the meantime I have
been evaluating and editing
a new
beast that I’m taming
set in Hawaii
(not mine) saved
on a flash drive
but I’m going to
have to ration myself
after all
there is more to life
isn’t there?

Hold on
I think I have a book on that
somewhere.

Habilitat's Last Saturday Poetry Slam

http://www.viddler.com/explore/habilitat/videos/43/


Featuring Connie D. and the Residents of Habilitat

Habilitat--the place of change

Habilitat--changing the hardcore into the responsible for

Who Do You Want To Be?

Brownie Bites

Rich dark chocolate squares
evoke Grandma’s warm kitchen
mouth watering memories
heaven’s triple sweet reply
to snotty little cousins.

Gratification
is eating a chewy baked
treat and cooling off
with your friends under an
red low flow fire hydrant.

Shrewd brownie judgment
demands that you sweep up crumbs
if you don’t want ants
sharing your picnic basket
or hitching a ride back home.

End Times

Human trafficking
cacophony surpasses
chirping myna birds.

Yellow sun rises
behind filthy mock dwelling
rooster crows three times.

Street rules prevail now
no apparent religion
only hungry dogs.

Blue Horizon

Blue bottle grouping
silent float on the water
pushed in by the tide
Pink and Blue gas-filled bladders
appear old warships full sail.


** Tanka

Tiki Chair

 

Sleeping it Off

 

Thirty Balls

Thirty Balls
give or take
that’s how many
I took
with me
to the Koolau Golf Course today.
Eighteen made the return trip
to wait until the next round
where if they are blessed
they will escape and find a new home
flying left
when they should’ve gone right
taking a sudden detour
deep into the lush green vegetation
dark with plovers pigeons,
cardinals and common myna
chirping on
about the many different
species of
earthworms and the sudden
onslaught of
U.F.O. Sightings
reported
in their neck of the woods.