After several days of frustration over
the General and the Ambassador to answer
the question, "How do we "win" the war",
this:

"If no one can define winning this war,
just who do we expect to surrender!"
-Respresentative Ron Paul of Texas.

BTW, my Zen quote for the day is:
"Lovely snow flakes, they fall nowhere else."
Joe

Now, this is pretty nasty, but hey, the Dixie Chicks were gonna kill Earl! They started this shit so don't blame me! Anyway, I wrote a nice country song for you folks. I love this shit!

I’ve never been what you would call lucky
I ian’t never pulled an Ace from the pile
but the day that I first saw you,
I thought my losin’ was through
I could see it in your sweet toothless smile

it’s been a while since I been workin’
I need some money to make me stay that way
you’re workin’ hard and that’s so fine
and at night you’re doin’ mine
the way you go just blows my night away

Oh, I coulda’ stayed a serial killer
I was seein’ the country, at least I was free
when you got your big mouth
around my baby, wow!
I couldn’t ask for more than you for me!

but now things have gone bad in our little love nest
you complain about me sittin’ round all day
baby if you don’t stop
I’ll get a knife and chop
you into pieces and flush your ass away

I never been the kind a guy to complain
about my woman bitchin’ to her man
I got the carpet here
to roll your body dear
you’ll be lookin’ at the walls of my Chevy van!

Oh, I coulda’ stayed a serial killer
I was seein’ the country, at least I was free
I’m tired of your big mouth
I’ll send you way down south
what’s gonna kill you babe, is killin’ me!

So, what do you think? Do I have a hit?
Will Tobie Keith like it? I need some damn money!

Even though I've never published a word of poetry, I'd rather be considered a poet than an author. The word has a freedom to it, doesn't it? "Author" is a stodgy word, you know, intellectual sounding.
I recommend to anyone here, go to the 'writing' section of blogstream. There are some REAL writers here in blogstream!
There are certain words, in poetry, that don't go well with the craft, words like 'full'. The only words, remotely, close are pull, bull, wool, stool. With all those words I think of : "pull the wool over his eyes", or "bull shit!", or "he's a stool pidgeon!". Kind of zeroes your options.
Then there's the word freedom! You can use "lead 'em", as in "lead a Horse to water", or "breed 'em", as in "fuck 'em!", "heed 'em", as in "heed them SOBs of we're dead!". I suppose you could use "read 'em", or "speed 'em", or "weed 'em", but those are kind of 'druggy'.
How about ever? Never, sever, forever, the endeavor, of weather, with your leather!
And finally, to the poet, the trouble with the word life, is that it only rhymes with strife, knife, or wife! To whichever, a man is doomed!
Have any favorite rhymes?
Joe

Annie

I have just been through the most grueling pain of my life. This one was shorter-lived, but much more painful. The other side was botched with scar tissue from a past surgery, so they had take a ‘back door’, to get the tumor. I was told “it was very risky surgery”. I received a lot of support, and prayers from many here, who helped me through this ordeal. My wife was with me all the way with her love and kindness.
But this is about another, who supported me My Dog, Annie. The night before the surgery she slept with me. She had her head on my side all night long. I know she knew something was up, and that I may not make it. In the morning, she was there licking me and greeting me. I took her outside to pee, and she was happy with her sticks and ball. As we got ready to go, she wanted to come with us, Usually, she doesn’t care. She wouldn’t leave the garage so we could go. I had to coax her out. Finally, I got her in the house. She whined at me. I told her “I’ll be back!”.
I left her there looking at me. She gave me one last bark, and went to lie down. What a great friend she is. It was difficult when I got back because she was so glad to see me. I was so hobbled I couldn’t play with her. She backed off enough to let me sit in “our” chair alone. She loves to get up there with me and cuddle. That’s my Annie, and she is a huge part of my life now. She has been there for me, and will be there to help me through any storm, or bad time.
Thank you Annie. I love you.

What the hell is this shit!
I'm so old I remember Harry Truman winning the 1948 election!
I'm so old I remember the Queen's corconation!
I'm so old I remember Joe Dimaggio scuffing the dust when Gianfrido made the lucky catch in left field!
I'm so old I rmemeber penny candy!
What the hell is this shit, and right on the bridge of my nose! and it feels like a whopper!
How can I be getting a zit? I suppose it's the "Bimbo eruption" of all this stress from my health situation. What alse could it be. I'm certainly not waiting outside the house for a new date. I'm not expecting a girl to call. I don't eat a lot of chocolate.
What the hell is going on.
I'm too old for zits, aren't I? Helpe!!!!!
Joe