Volume 13 of Poetry

Humor (Haiku)
Humor is God's gift
A shield for humanity
A bonding of kin

Regret (Haiku)
Regret can't amend
Cannot fix sins of the past
Simply fades away

Pro Active Pro Earth (Haiku)
Pro active pro Earth
Giving nature a rebirth
Saving it from death

Man's Best Friends -Scene III

(Brian at the park walking with Mike at a private area while Mike looks for a spot to urinate)
Brian (man): Now remember, we're in public so don't say anything I might respond to because if I say something out of the blue people will think I'm crazy.
Mike (dog): Obviously Doctor Doolittle. Don't worry if for nothing else I'm not going to ruin my meal ticket.
Brian: Good to know your priorities are straight
Mike: Don't bite the hand that feeds you
Brian: You did last night?
Mike: Well don't disturb me when I'm with Missy.
Brian: The Yorkshire Terrier?
Mike: No, the Scottish Terrier
Brian: How come dogs can have multiple sexual partners without the females getting mad?
Mike: Because it's for reproduction not pleasure
Brian: You seem to enjoy it a lot?
Mike: Hey as long as the females think that we get a good thing going and I'm not going to mess it up.
(Brian spots Elizabeth the librarian across the field reading Cyrano De Bergerac on a park bench)
Brian: (worried) Mike did you forget this is the time and day Elizabeth the librarian reads in the park?
Mike: (fake casual) It is? Damn my ADD. By the way can you see what she's reading?
Brian: It looks like Cyrano De Bergerac.
Mike: That's what I thought; I saw her walk out of the book store on my walk the other day. You are so in.
Brian: How?
Mike: First I know you recommended that book to her, you've told me about every hour since you did it last week and second if she likes the main character you are so freakin' in.
Brian: What if she hates the book, what if she thinks it is some fluff of over idealized love and passion by some emotional lonely freak?
Mike: Think about it, has any woman said that about any romantic play in history?
Brian: No
Mike: So don't worry.
(Mike leads Brian out casually to the bench where Elizabeth is sitting)
Brian: (casual and nervous) Oh hi Elizabeth it's wonderful to see you today out here in the park, so what are you reading?
Elizabeth: (chuckles and smiles) Are you always this nervous or just around me?
Brian: (gasps) I'm not nervous, well I am but don't take it personally I'm like this with everyone actually, it's nothing in particular.
Elizabeth: (comfortingly and casual) Well don't worry (she gets up and reaches out to hold Brian's shoulder as Brian gets noticeable awkward) social situations get better with experience and before you know it you can have perfectly normal human interactions and then even a comfortable relationship. (she leaves)
Brian: Another day another conversation (frustrated) another pity comfort compliment. God. This is frustrating; do you think she's on to my crush?
Mike: It's sort of obvious and then again sort of not, if she sees you act nervously around others what you did would seem perfectly natural. She kind of shot you down earlier than I thought she would.
Brian: (sarcastically) Thanks for the verification.

12th Part of Poetry

Autumn Nights

On a cool, breezy autumn night
With the dim shine of the full moon light
With the leaves falling from the tree
Falling to cover me
Being caressed by the soft night air
Calming my every nightmare
And the tender grass tickles me
And everything lays in harmony

The Seeker

All my life I have followed and I have fought
But what I wanted is what I never got
I've been to the ocean's depth and the mountain's peak
But even after a hundred years I'll never find what I seek
Looking forever without a map
Looking forever in this death trap
Looked through the sea, searched through the sky
But never found a love that wouldn't die
All passion has an end
As I'm left without a friend

Fashion Fascism

Fashion is a fascist nation
Where looks determine association
If Jesus lived in our generation
He'd be set off in isolation
Unless he dressed in a hundred dollar brand name
And had a generic gym body frame
Spent a million to be more of the same
Just to be in a winnerless game
Even though he wouldn't give in to pressure
He couldn't share his treasure
In a world seeking instant pleasure
He would be weighed on a faulty measure

Man's Best Friends Animated Sitcom Scene II

(Brian sitting blankly at a computer next to the hamster cage)
Brian (human): I still can't remember what I was going to write about? (momentary pause) oh yeah why do dogs make better wingmen than cats?
David (hamster): Yeah how come hamsters never make good wingmen? No one ever tries using us to pick up chicks. We're always adopted by neglectful absent minded eight year olds left to be eaten by their sister's cats.
Thomas (cat): (walking by) Well that's your guys' fault for being so delicious. (David looks in fear)
Brian: (reassuring) Don't worry David I won't let Thomas eat you.
David: No you will, you always loved that stupid old fat cat more than me, I mean he's the threat so he should be locked up in this cage.
Brian: He can't fit in there you know that.
David: Oh so the prison isn't up to the criminal's standards
Brian: He's not a criminal. Thomas hasn't done anything wrong.
David: Not yet
Brian: I'm going to get a drink (gets up and goes to kitchen)
Thomas: (jumps up to the desk next to the cage) Look, David I have a good thing going here, don't get me in trouble.
David: (scared) Why? What are you doing to do? Eat me? Bite my head off? Come on tell me and get it over with.
Thomas: Gawd dang you're a nervous little bugger (jumps down as Brian enters with a peanut butter sandwich, a coke and a scrap of fish for Thomas he tosses on the ground)
David: I can never trust a meat eater.
Thomas: Brian eats meat, just not around you. (Brian looks back at Thomas in shock while David is petrified)
David: (anxious) Is this true? Why have you deceived me? Are you planning on eating me? I should have known. You're always watching that creepy Twilight Zone episode.
Brian: David humans are carnivorous by nature, but we don't eat hamsters.
David: What do you eat?
Brian: Cows, chicken, pigs, fish in some lands they eat cats and dogs. (Thomas looking unfazed licking himself clean)
Thomas: So what? Like you'd eat me. (continuing licking self)
David: Did you say humans eat cows, chickens and pigs?
Brian: Yeah?
David: Aren't those rather large animals?
Brian: So?
David: I seldom see you eat more than one peanut butter sandwich at a time how can humans eat an entire cow, pig or even chicken?
Brian: Well more than one human eats each cow and pig, which is good because pigs and cows then don't have to die for each person.
Thomas: Unless humans eat alone.
David: What about the chicken?
Thomas: Humans only eat the breasts, legs, thighs and wings and throw the rest away.
David: Freudian freaks. (sarcastically) Now that I'm done with the fun parts let's throw the rest away. (animals laugh)
Brian: Shut up you rodent diners and pellet muncher.
Thomas: Carcass dumper
Mike (dog) : (comes in main room) Hey Brian, could you please take me for a walk?
Brian: (anxious) I'd be thrilled to. (gets up and goes out with Mike)

Poetry Volume 11

I Remember Her
I remember her warmth and affection
I remember her beautiful complexion
I even remember her record collection
I remember her her sassy innocent grin
I remember the conversations we'd get lost in
I remember how her touch without showed the loved within
I remember the love we shared
I remember the secrets we bared
I remember how tenderly she cared
I remember her opinions and her feelings
I remember her family dealings
I remember all the little things
I remember her quirky habits and ways
I remember how we loved wasting the days
I remember when it was more to her than just a childish phase

Non-Conformist Motto

They say a pretty face may get you far
But if you're not who you really are
You never truly made it there
Because you lost your true self along the way somewhere

Summer Nights

On a warm summer night with the one I love
With nothing but the stars above
In the warm midnight air
With the only one I care
All that I need is here with me
As the peace sets us free
All that is calm comes our way
Together forever everyday

Man's Best Friends Animated Sitcom Scene I

(Brian Becque lying in bed asleep with Thomas the alley cat on the pillow next to his head)
(Knocking at Brian's bedroom door)
Mike (dog): Hey Brian let me back in, jees do we have to go through this every time I go to bathroom at night
(Brian gets up and opens the door to let Mike the schnauzer dog in)
Brian (human): Well the door was unlocked Mike.
Mike: Yeah but it was shut. How am I supposed to open it? With my teeth
Brian: Well you can always open the peanut butter jar
Mike: That's because you never shut it all the way.
Brian: What's the harm in that, it's not like this apartment is roach infested?
Mike: No just a dog, a cat and a hamster, all of whom have free range over this place except that hamster David (concerned) all day he is just stuck in that glass cage.
Brian: Yeah I think that's why he's so depressed.
Thomas (cat): I don't know what he's so depressed about he and Brian are the only ones not to get neutered.
Mike: (fake puzzled) You were neutered? Just kidding. But as to Brian's theory about the glass case depression I agree as it is actually just a fish tank you're keeping him in.
Brian: So what? It's dried out, now
Mike: Yeah but not when you first put him in there.
Brian: The water was so clear how could I remember if I already drained the water?
Thomas: Maybe the dead fish floating on top would have been a clue?
Mike: Yeah, but I'm still traumatized by what happened to the fish, are you going to flush all your dead pets down the toilet, because that would be kind of rude ya know.
Brian: God, I flush one fish down the drain and I never hear the end of it. I mean you're a dog, you'll eat whatever scraps of carcass is in smelling distance.
Mike: Not a friend's dead carcass, you know that, that's why dogs don't eat their mothers.
Brian: (sarcastically) Well as enjoyable as a nice conversation about carnal consumption is, I have a busy day ahead of me.
Thomas: You're a freelance journalist, you work at home.
Brian: Well I still have a social life.
Mike: Oh please you spend half your day watching Monty Python's Flying Circus, then you go back to your room to vege out to the Beatles or Pink Floyd.
Brian: Well social interaction is hard for me.
Thomas: When's the last time you saw your therapist?
Brian: I don't have one anymore, I couldn't afford one. Besides you guys are my therapists.
Thomas: And we're your job coach
Mike: And we're your confidants
Thomas: And we're your dating service.
Mike: Yeah and if I'm going to help you pick up women please let me have some for myself.
Brian: You can't get it on with a Yorkshire Terrier right in front of our apartment building. And while I'm at it don't greet my dates with a leg humping.
Mike: Like you're any smoother.
Thomas: Look you should come to me about dating; cats know how to make the aloof goof thing work for you.
Mike: (sarcastically) Yeah that's why cat walkers get all the women
Brian: That gives me an idea for my next article: Why Do Dogs Make Better Wingmen? I mean winning a cat's affection would be more impressive to a woman, so why do they date dog lovers?
Thomas: Women are attracted to dumb brutes and anyone who is likewise attracted to dumb brutes.
(Mike bites Thomas' neck and Brian smacks Brian with a newspaper)
Brian: Maybe I should go back to professional help with a counselor and a job coach.
Mike: Yeah it would be healthy to get to the point where you can have a real job interacting with people.
Brian: Yeah but the last time I tried government assisted work training I felt like I was in special ed classes (mocking) Now Brian what is it we never talk about in public?
Thomas: Religion
Mike: Politics
Brian: And sex!
Mike: Yeah right, every store I walk by with you all I hear from others is"fascist right wing" "communist left wing" "smut peddlers" "tree huggers" "flag burners"
Thomas: "Cross burners" "holy roller" "Bible thumping fundamentalist" "space age guru" "intellectual god-hating atheists"
Brian: Butts, breasts and genitals.
Thomas: Just remember the basic rule for politics, religion and sex. It's all Machiavelli disguised as Christ.
Mike: True that.
Brian: Right, now what was my next article going to be about again?
Mike: (gnawing himself) What article?
Thomas: Wow that's a record. A five minute conversation without being distracted by your own butt. I think your ADD is fading away nicely.
Mike: You're one to talk; being obsessive compulsive is just as bad. Every time you get off that pillow you have to circle it counterclockwise three times, jump on the desk, then to the window, then to the dresser and then out the door.
Thomas: No I don't
Mike: Try leaving that pillow without doing it right now
Thomas: Okay (Thomas walks three times counterclockwise around the pillow, jumps to the desk, window sill, dresser and to the door) See?
Mike: (distracted) See what?
Thomas: (to himself) Dogs are so stupid. You can't lose an argument with someone who never remembers what the point is.

Tenth Compilation of Poetry

Moral Majority II
The moral majority is so fond
Of the violent, sexual adventures of James Bond
But if they saw that same show
Go down in the ghetto
They'd judge and condemn
Pointing their finger at them
Using any means to feed the poor is good
As long as you're named Robin Hood
But Big Tobacco
Runs the show
Puts in place the politics and police
In a perpetual process that won't cease
As the police jail every man selling weed
As millions die every decade to tobacco's greed
Sex, violence and drugs are alright if you're rich
But not if you are living in a ditch
You can destroy the ecosystem with your cigar
And your imported sports utility car
But the poor can't fight to survive
As the rich moral majority kill to strive

The Turtle
Although I didn't know her too well
I know my mother left me protected by a shell
When I hatched I found no feather or fin
Just another shell I fit in
I am too slow and too dense
To come to my own defense
I have no mom to look after me
I'd be lucky if I made it to the sea
My only comfort is I can always dwell
Protected inside my shell

The Time Is Gone

The time is gone
No more time to relax for fun
No work is done
No time to sit I have to run
No more sitting by
Enjoying life as time would fly
And without a warning cry
The time and me are going to die