Skyler Won the Tavern's Pull-Tab

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Skyler won the tavern’s pull tab

He bought a sight unseen old boat…

He was too excited about winning,

To inquire if it would float.

 

He was after all, a fisherman,

More experienced than the rest.

He left the harbor the next morning,

Without a single safety vest.

 

Skyler noticed the shaky rattle,

Heading to sea against the tide.

The boat seemed to fall apart,

Offering up one hell of a ride.

 

Skyler never told friends his boat,

Was at the bottom of the sea.

He claimed he sold it, bragging,

He “Doubled his money, tax free”!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

No One Made Me Wear a Tie

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Photo: Wendy Hausotter, Depoe Bay, OR  6/23

 

No one made me wear a tie

To look like a success…

A glass of wine and attitude,

Is what made me pass the test.

 

I shied away from woolen suits   

I favored cowboy boots…

Attracted to the movers,

Who did not forget their roots.

 

Lost fortunes to the businessmen,

Following their money path…

Made a living with the real folks…

Those friends who helped me laugh.

 

Gold prices, the stock market,

Real estate or latest trend…

Paled to the investment,

Of working with a friend.

 

If I died tomorrow,

Broke, and wearing not a stitch,

I hope the obits remember,

That memories made me rich.

 

A voluntary orphan

In a sometimes-chaotic state,

Living an entertaining life.

Inviting the most endearing fate.

 

Beware the perfect people

Wearing expensive designer jeans…,

They are usually just posers

Living way beyond their means.

 

The Rock

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

      I woke up this morning, restless,

     Then decided to go for a walk.

     I walked along the marina,

     Among the boats queued in the dock.

 

      I witnessed hungry seagulls,

      Stealing roadkill from a hawk.

      Saw an old woman at the bait shop,

      Her hanky tucked into her frock.

 

       I felt myself feeling weary,

       While passed by a high school jock.

       Who knows how long I’d wandered,

       I couldn’t see a clock…

 

       I looked for a spot to rest a bit,

       Then suddenly spied a beckoning rock…

       The moment I took comfort there,

       I felt the universe talk.

 

      

The Insecure Man

 

Radiant, smart, and beautiful.

He kept her for himself…

Like a firefly in a bottle,

A trophy forgotten on a shelf.

 

He blindfolded her in public,

Plugged her ears from TV news.

Banned magazines and papers,

Hiding other’s thoughts and views.

 

She never was allowed outside,

Fearing she’d smell fresh air,

That might ignite some memories

Of a larger world “Out there”.

 

His macho plans to control her failed

To keep her silent, dumb and dutiful.

He overlooked the major irony;

She was radiant, SMART, and beautiful.