Deer Elk: Letter - JOE PARENTE (rooftoppers .txt) š
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Deer Elk: Letter
Deer Elk, have you herd? Aunt Ler and Vinnyās son Spike are in a rut with no doe. Knowing how fawn you are, could you send them a few bucks. They need to hoof it off the mountain. I know youāve done a lot fur them before. That stag Spike and Aunt Ler are having a cow about buying Rudolfās rain gear, butt she moosely understands.
Spike needs them fur re-grouping in the open with the others.
I know heāll take the lead someday. Spike halves to kick his hindquarter. Itāll be-hoove him to make his points. Thatās all I can tail you so fur. See you at crossing.
So long fur now,
Winters hair.
Donāt have a bang!
Don Ner
PS: Spike and Aunt Lerās spread look nice. I know
Eventually theyāll both be hoppy. With the doe you send, Iāll bet Spike and your Aunt elope!
The Wedding
Ushered to the correct location,
All soon waited with anticipation.
Today was Daddyās special day.
He was giving his girl away.
As she grew, he could remember,
Memories alive with tears of splendor.
For when she walked down the aisle,
He took her hand for this last while.
Through tears, it soon became clear to him,
Once a little girl, now becomes a woman.
At the same moment, he was thrilled and sad.
Losing his little girl, she her dad.
Realization became true with that verse,
As the priest says āfor better or worseā.
All out now, to the reception,
As the dance, they took with applause of perfection.
Now at the house and all alone,
He can now look back of memories of home.
The Wetting
Solid wall of water drops.
At certain times of the year.
No relief until it stops,
Rising water-bringing fear.
Rivers flowing over thereāre brim.
Causing havoc for miles around.
āNo let upā from weathermen.
Roads are closed throughout the town.
Debris and mudded water soup,
Trees with roots, floating down.
Black clouds form this endless loop.
āAll alertā for higher ground.
Neighbors saving precious items.
True devastation has ruined this town.
Children, animals as others find them, Saving Miss Murphy, but loosing Clem.
Houses now knee deep in mud.
As it pours some more with rising flood.
Days go by as prayers are heard,
Lighter showers replace the flood.
Water retreats for a landing bird.
Bright white streaks of Sun appear.
All around things start to clear.
Although the cleanup has yet to start,
Something made these seas to part.
The Whetting
Piece of steel lying in the drawer.
Cutting butter is still a chore.
Then came an overdo decision,
Was to sharpen it to itās precision.
I tried ceramic and every gadget.
However, dull it stayed with every effort.
I tried to grind it, and file it.
Every try wasnāt worth it.
Then remembering grandpaās whetstone,
One side rough, the other, smooth like bone.
Taking the blade by the handle,
I drew it across the rough side.
Then on the other, I began to hone.
Out of all the knives in that drawer,
Iād be sure to leave that one alone.
Now it is the one Iād reach for,
When that knife married the whetstone.
To Care
Donāt flatter me,
Matter me.
Instead.
Iāve Got It
Why do I need to buy that stuff? I hate shopping. Iāve had enough!
I donāt want to go to that store. I just donāt need anymore.
I have plenty of those things. I made sure of that myself.
Every time in the past, I bought two so things would last.
When one wears out I have a spare so that when needed, Iāll have no care.
The stock Iāve built took me years so that a replacement was always near.
I have so much and stacked it high, in boxes lashed with wire and twine.
All I have to do is go out there and try to find it under that stair.
Iāve searched in cartons, looked in bags and gotten lost in looking there.
I looked last week to find that item; I looked and looked on into time.
I know Iāve got one maybe two or three. It could be locked up with that key.
The realization is oh so true, Iāll need to buy one more or two.
I hate to shop but thereās no way out. I forgot where I put that last one bought.
Gift
No decision made, not sure what to get, I was loosing my smile as I searched every aisle.
What could I buy a guy that owns the sky?
A tie, a pie, Iām gonnaā die.
I gotta do this. I gotta do that.
After two and a half hours of looking around, I really do have to sit down.
After sitting and staring, and mourning this day, I see what I need on the end display.
Walking towards it quickly but bold I soon discovered the last one was sold.
Trying so hard with all my might I bribed this old lady. She was holding it tight.
A few dollars more was all that it took, even then, I felt like a crook.
I turned on my heel after making the deal walking over to pay the bill.
The clerk was commenting āthe last one they hadāas I looked it over and saw something bad.
Yelling obscenities that Iāve never spoken realizing then, that something was broken!
Just as I thought when the grueling pace was over, the decision was made so I paid.
Carrying the box out of the store with pieces of it falling onto the floor, just at that minute I did not care anymore.
I was done with this and I was sick of that, I was still gonna mail it to brother Matt.
I knew when he got it he would complain, but there was only one way to place another one to blame.
Iād tell him it was Thomas, the old fuddy duddy.
He works downtown.
Heās my old mailman buddy.
New Day
Good morning! Itās a brain new day.
Just awakening? Donāt delay.
Think of it this way:
Fresh thoughts are rushing your way.
In your mind you were sleeping,
However, your brain was awake.
Itās time to use what youāve dreamed of,
In addition, put it in play.
Fresh new solutions, goals you can gain,
Plan it for now, but do it today.
Time is now noon.
You should act soon.
What are you doing? Eating again?
I thought you were planning to start up at ten.
Now you are tired and taking a nap.
When you wake up you can start up with a snap.
You donāt want to miss whatās on TV?.
Itās getting late, and itās well past nine.
Soon that big clock, at eleven, will chime.
Things didnāt work out.
Nothing to worry about.
Get a good nightās sleep.
And, think this way,
Tomorrow will be,
A brain new day.
Conservation
In lake, fish are.
In take, none are.
Blink-You lose
Have you ever played that game of not blinking?
My sister and I used to do it not thinkinā.
We would start in by starinā real long at each other waitinā for her eye or mine to shutter.
My eyes would water and start to burn and itch, you couldnāt win if your lids start to twitch.
My eyes were hazel hers of blue, as we stood there starinā at us two.
Every blink game we played ended as we were laughlinā so hard that Iām thinkinā we both started blinkinā.
Have you ever played the game that if youād stop blinkinā youād lose?
Missing
Black or purple, blue or brown wherever I look it will never be found.
Iāve looked in all places and all the time wasted a pile is starting to grow.
Thereās now more than fifty all in a ball, even if found the order is tall.
To find that onesā mate both color and length will be the worldsā miracle.
Load after load more singles are showed to adding to that great giant lump.
The desperation and constant irritation is causing me to go nearly dumb
The problem is this; if I throw it away it may find out a way to appear from itās hidden abyss.
So you see, if I toss and the other un-lost the problem will again re-exist.
Thereās but one real solution bringing to this conclusion, all may not agree
Iāll wear one or other regardless of color, style or knee.
In order to hide them Iāll lengthen the cuffs of my most favorite dungaree.
Celebrating?
Both at dinner with a steak on order and salmon so fresh itās alive,
We noticed the deplorable sharpness of our knives.
My knife had seen all the glory when new, but was so dull it couldnāt cut stew.
Her blade had quite an edge, just as sharp as a buildingās ledge.
Believe it was better than mine, that was saying a lot this time.
Iāll tell you where it was at, you could cut my steak better with a baseball bat.
Raising my hand to alert our waiter my cufflink got caught on the dinner platter.
Completely embarrassed with a red face, the server assured me and our dinner replaced.
I swore to myself from all of that flutter, that I would remember to bring my own cutter.
All I can say, it was a great meal, even though we had to chew a great deal.
Eye Show
Beauty carries itself and how it does, shows how it does.
Natural shows it.
It can be seen only by the natural eye, and it does show it.
Together natural beauty shows itself for when you notice it does.
They show in many forms, when they do, they know how to show.
The show is only noticed by the eye that sees the show.
Not all eyes see the show.
The bloom, the change, the color, the strange, is all the show.
A practiced eye can see the variation.
If it does not vary, the show can still be seen by the natural eye.
The elk, the deer, the mountain, the bear can usually show the deviation.
Then itās prances, then its swagger shows itās splendor.
Only the discerning eye can chance its display of total grandeur.
See it beautifully.
Catch it naturally.
Catch its show!
Autumn
Tree leaves tree.
Tree leafs be.
Leaf alone.
Tree leaf sees
Tree alone.
Burden less
Then re-leaf.
Haste Waster
Do it right at first try.
The reason is simple, and this is why.
Doubling effort's a total waste.
When itās done in utter haste.
Over and again, these
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