Sonnet 52 – So Much for Peaceful Old Age

Sonnet 52 – So Much for Peaceful Old Age

I am bored beyond all sense and reason,

Sans child and career, my late days grow stale.

So high a price I paid in youth’s season,

I played the gamble and so, did I fail.

Long days in silence, living on the dole,

Not one moment of “normal” in my life.

Do guts and courage show a female’s soul?

Should I have sold young beauty to be wife?

And now, my America has lost its mind.

Slipped down the Rabbit Hole of hate and greed.

New fashioned to be racist and unkind,

And gleeful to see neighbors starve and need.

So, old and crippled, I must be Samurai,

And go down fighting, even if I die.

Margaret Coughlan made a video of the First 50 Sonnets

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H5TbxC39oR8

shake rattle and roll

shake rattle and roll

will it be an earthquake or wildfire

that settles it once and for all

or just plain age?

got hurricanes here and tornadoes

floods at the bottom of the hill

nature in rage

i don’t understand my sudden fears

or why my blood is running cold

i shouldn’t care

something evil tingles in the air

i hope that I’m just being dumb

i dare not dare

don’t care about dead or dying men

they left me to survive alone

and I aced it

this chance we have to rescue the earth

is being lost to sex and chatter

we will waste it

Sonnet 51 – Barbarians at the Gate

Sonnet 51 – Barbarians at the Gate

The time has come, the Walrus said, to speak,

And look away from Ipads and MacBooks,

To smell our World, which has started to reek.

The Knights and Bishops lost all to the Rooks.

They lied and cheated to get our money,

And are working now to usurp our rights.

We can’t escape this by being funny,

Our freedoms will die if we lose these fights.

Remember, there is more to Life than sex,

And stop being a slave to easy debt.

Don’t doubt that they’ve already stacked the decks,

And think they’ve already covered each bet.

E Pluribus Unum: from many, one.

All people united or we are done.

We Need A Plumber to FIx This Drip

The Steady Drip, Drip, Drip of Reinhard #7

What do you imagine the perfect love match to be? Endless conversation or endless sex?  Do you see yourself laughing and cooking together and walking hand-in-hand. Since many of you are younger than me, do you still, in this economy, picture children and a house? I married twice. Both of them told me repeatedly that they felt they were doing me a favor and did not love me because I wasn’t “special” enough. If there was any daydream of being supported by a man, I usually had to pay a little more than half of everything, but #1 did take the credit card with more charges run up on it to atone for being the one who rang them up. I am 62 years old and there are 2 million more women than men in America. I don’t see any Knights riding MY way and I sure as HELL am not spending another cent to be told what’s wrong with me. If there is to be anyone, he will be my age, retired and comfortable. My generation was SO much better at sex than any man younger than me can imagine. If I do meet my Grandpa, we may only talk about the old days in the sack, but we will be smiling. And I never forget that any man who stumbles into my life usually has a coterie of adoring older females who hiss and snarl if I get too close. They work hard to be more clever and more attractive than me and I don’t care. This is me. Plain and simple, no dye or makeup. No fancy clothes or witty bon mots. I don’t have the time for being “special.” I only have time for being myself. Take it or leave me alone. I don’t have time for games…literally…I’ll be dead in ten years, I don’t have time.

The Steady Drip, Drip, Drip of Reinhard #8

I really don’t want to worship anybody or anything except Nature. While I am fascinated with Philosophy and learn from teachers, I don’t want to be a follower of Buddha or Dharma or whoever is hip right now and I have a feeling that those guys would nod and say, “AH! She gets it!”, slap hands, and move along on their journeys. Our society is turning into one that is making plants and animals and people die. I’m starting to get what they are up to: Make everyone with problems or anyone they disagree with…just go away…disappear and let me eat whatever I want and do whatever I want until I…just go away. I have a friend who can commune with animals. If he sits on the ground, they gather around and no one says or barks or honks a word, they are just comfortable with each other and the world. Maybe that’s the secret for the rest of humanity. Sit down. Shut up. Share your cookie and just enjoy the warm breeze and sunshine and be quiet! Don’t make anyone else’s life worse. As the Masters have said, “We are all bozoes on this bus.”

Off the Market, Into Life

Love is where you find it, in many forms.

It’s more than a box of hearts and flowers.

Right now, the world is full of hate and lies,

Only friends will shelter us from showers.

Damsels in distress; Knights in white armor,

Don’t exist in real life, my pretty boy.

The dreams of houses and children are gone.

We’re just too old for sex to be our toy.

Let’s take the business out of friendship

And ask nothing in return but laughter.

Give our greatest love to our Mother Earth,

Making all happily ever after.

A Speech from Ohio Finale No Character Yet

I do know what the word “psychedelic” means. Orange and lime green and in your face purple that was solid as a rock  and yet flowed like a river, and you…wrapped your eyes in it and it all, like, fucking dripped and ran and bled down the wall. And it crawled right up into my fucking body and entered my eyes and, like, exploded out of my ears.  Fuck! Black light posters and lava lamps and the music….that fucking music, man….“Inna Gadda De Vida, baby…that’s where I’m…somethin’…you…” No, man, don’t worry, I’m not going to go all Woodstock on your ass. “One, two, three…what are we fightin’ for…” Shit! Probably owe somebody five dollars nowadays, for singing a line of their song, but that was OUR song! It was ours! And we didn’t call it “denim” so much as “blue jeans”, like our blue jeans jacket with a big peace sign, POW! In psycho-delic colors covering the back. And the front all with the pins and badges: “Make Love, Not War.” “Make LOVE…not WAR.” And oh, we did make love and it was love even when you didn’t know her name. Pure love, Baby.