26 March 2016

Little Bunny Fu Fu

Little Bunny Fu Fu
Retold 14 March 2016

Down by the station
Early in the morning,
Little Bunny Fu Fu
Hoppin’ thru the forest,
Pickin’ up field mice,
And boppin’ ‘em on the head.
Down came the Good Fairy who said,
“Little Bunny Fu Fu
I don’t like to see you
Picking up the field mice,
And bopping ‘em on the head.
Your behavior’s kind of strange,
I’ll give you three chances to change.
If you don’t behave soon,
I’ll change you into a goon!”

The next day:
Little Bunny Fu Fu
Hoppin’ thru the forest,
Pickin’ up field mice,
And boppin’ ‘em on the head.
Down came the Good Fairy who said,
“Little Bunny Fu Fu
I don’t want to see you
Picking up the field mice,
And bopping ‘em on the head.
Your behavior’s kind of strange,
You have two more chances to change.
If you don’t behave soon,
I’ll change you into a goon!”

The very next day:
Little Bunny Fu Fu
Hoppin’ thru the forest,
Pickin’ up field mice,
And boppin’ ‘em on the head.
Down came the Wood Fairy who said,
“Little Bunny Fu Fu
I just hate to see you
Picking up the field mice,
And bopping ‘em on the head.
Your behavior’s kind of strange,
You have one more chance to change.
If you don’t change your tune,
You’ll become a goon!”

The very next morning:
Little Bunny Fu Fu
Hopping thru the forest,
Picking up field mice,
And bopping them on the head.
Down came the Wood Fairy who said,
“Little Bunny Fu Fu
I just hate to see you
Picking up the field mice,
And bopping them on the head.
Today’s just like yesterdays,
You haven’t changed your ways.”
Poof! She changed Little Bunny Fu Fu
Into a goon.

The moral of the story is
Hare today, goon tomorrow.
Do what the Wood Fairy says
To avoid heartache and sorrow.

15 March 2016

Mission Permission

Mission Permission
12 March 2016

If I give myself full permission
To do the necessary fun things,
As a part of my personal ambition,
I’ll experience joy so my heart sings.
I need to arrange my say-so
To make sure all systems are go.
No more mediocre, nor so-so;
It’s full speed ahead from the get-go.
Aiming high with personal dispensation
I can achieve anything I want to.
On my authority and authorization
I’ll accomplish what I’m wont to.
Yes, doing what pleases me
Lets my inner child sing.
Even if it means flaunting society,
I’ll have fun doing my thing.

09 March 2016

Enjoy Joy

Enjoy Joy
7 March 2016

I have joy, joy, joy in the morning.
It makes me sing, sing, sing my heart out.
I’m telling you all of this as a warning
Because that’s the way my days start out.
I just love feeling fine.
In the morning, I have joy
And true happiness is mine.
Poetry and songs, I employ
To express these strong feelings.
I savor the sense of accomplishment
As I go thru the day’s dealings
And handle them without embellishment.
I’m telling you all of this as a warning
Because that’s the way my days start out.
I have joy, joy, joy in the morning.
It makes me sing, sing, sing my heart out.

05 March 2016

Tribal Survival

This story in the San Francisco Chronicle inspired the poem below:

http://projects.sfchronicle.com/2016/living-with-aids/story/

Tribal Survival
3 March 2016

A part of me wanted to shed a tear,
But my well of feeling was so deep
It felt more like mourning’s nadir.
Profound feelings managed to seep
To the depths of my weary soul.
I was reading stories of long-term
Survivors of the hiv and AIDS  toll.
They coped while others became infirm,
And tended them until they expired.
The survivors living on to become
Victims themselves, overwhelmed and tired.
In some cases getting to be scum,
Too sick to work, but too healthy to perish;
Ending up in medical and financial limbo.
In an effort to avoid more nightmarish
Emotional trauma, they isolated in woe.
Still living and struggling to adjust,
In trying to keep it all together,
Some days it’s been a case of just
Putting one foot in front of the other.
But it’s not over until the fat lady sings.
Disappointment, joy, loss, love, despair,
Boredom, hope and gratefulness are fillings
For their individual stories of life’s scare.
In a few cases older men have connected.
Ultimately, who will be the last man standing;
The last man to tell his tale, respected
For enduring to the final disbanding?