Druid's Prose

3 AM

It's 3 in the morning.I can't sleep
You keep me up with your howls
Screeming like a Banchee across the glen
LET ME OUT!I NEED OUT NOW!
This I've heard all night long
When I laid down on my loney bed
From 9 pm,like a top40 song
I can't get you out of my head
And put you onto paper
No matter how I try,You just seem stuck
The pen just refuses to set you free
The paper is like a field after a blizzard:
Pristine and white.
Why can't you visit in the daytime?
My muse-thou art a most bothersome wench!
And ...I wouldn't want it any other way.

For Anna {free verse} 5-22/81

As I lay down my burdens,
In my mind's eye,
you are there.
In my dreams,
my darkest moments,
My Deepest desires,
you are there
In the moments of extacy,
In the moments of doubt,
you are there
My life, my sweetness,my hope,
Never judgemental,
always gentle,
you are there
and with your pesesnce
you calmeth my troubles soul
Mickey

Beth's Birthday Plea

My neice called her folks to come see
and this is the tale they told to me

Momma,Daddy,I called you here
To make my point really clear:
I turn 5 years old today.
I'm a big girl now,Hooray!

You know I don't ask much of you,
and I do what I'm s'posed to do.
I help out arround the house
and am quieter than a mouse.

So now it is my task
a birthday favor that I ask:
Gramps would say I'm pushing the border
But about the sister you have on order

is there a way or other
that you can change it to a brother?
I been talking to my friend Jane
she says a sister is a pain.

They cry and poop all day
and never,ever go away.
her mom and dad never rest
chasing after that little pest.

Her brother is no problem at all
he laughs and burps and sleeps and crawl
even when he is dirty.He's happy all the time
more when he's covered in grime.

I think a brother would be best
than a crying little pest.
I'm thinking just of you
and all the work for you to do...

I know that you will do your best
to avoid getting a pest
Jane's parents did their best,
and still wound up with that pest.

A brother won't bring us doom
{and I won't have to share my room}
That is all I want to say
about what you get for my birthday.

The mystery of the missing thong!
9-1/02

"The Lady's thong is missing!In no pic to be found!"
Was the cry from Lady,from a mountian town.
I know I searched high and low,the galleries perused-
any where they'd be found,all methods I have used.

'Twas spotted in a few,but not always seen
anywhere,from the rear,although it has been
from front or side veiwed by all and sundry.
But,in the butt shots,what happened to the undies?

'Tis a mystery,that is known.She is quite put out,
thinking of her dainties, wandering about.
and she has asked for our help to find
the cloaking for the Royal behind.

Let's search,me lads,leave no stone unturned,
until to the Lady,the dainties are returned.
Sir Druid

For my Love

A smile that is freely given,
Laughter that is heart-felt,
Wisdom given when needed,
Comfort to my troubled mind,
Balm for my tortured soul,
Bandage for my wounded body-
You are all that,and more...

You are my lighthouse becon
on life's tumultous seas,
You are the one who knows
the pain inside of me.
You are the guide post
on the highway of life,
You are the only one
who can end the strife.
You are all that,and more...

Without you,I drift along
the days become a blur
Without you,each day
I become less sure
Without you,the night
grows forever long,
Without you,I'm not sure
how long I can go on.
You are all that and more...

Ode to Lilli
10-6/02

You left.
You blew in with all sorts of promises of doom and gloom:
You said that all would fear you;
You are the harbringer of destruction;
You wreck men's homes,demolish thier dreams,ruin years of hard work,
strain relationships,end lives.

You came in true to your word.
You stumbled on the doorstep;but a little unbalanced,
you came on in.
Some stayed and faced you fury,others got out of your way
the way one avoids a rabid wolf.
In all your might,damage you caused;
But with the lasting effect of a 2 year old's temper tantrum.

Houses are being rebuilt;Power is being restored;
Debris is removed like flotsam from a beach.
People are returning to thier lives,a little more willing to help
those souls less fortunate.
All joining in a community of survivors.

And ... where are you?
Just as your sisters Audrey,Camille,Betsy,Your brothers Andrew,Brett
Hugo, and the various other family members-
You roared in,caused much havoc,and slipped out the back door:
A memory,a ghost,a will-o wisp that just had to have YOUR 15 minutes.

And you did.And we will remember you-Until the damage is repaired,
then-poof.
In a few years no one will even care that you exisited-we'll be
greeting your kin in the same fashion.

All Prose copyrighted@MikeGoode


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