adventures in dysthymia

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

"Animals have done us no harm and they have no power of resistance. Cruelty to animals is as if man did not love God. There is something so very dreadful, so Satanic, in tormenting those who have never harmed us, who cannot defend themselves, who are utterly in our power." ~ Cardinal John Henry Newman

Monday, March 29, 2010

THE FLIP-FLOP SONG

It's summertime and I'm done with shoes;
Wearin' them gives me the blues.
But instead of singing me sad songs,
I'm just gonna slide on some thongs...
Hey, that's sandals;
Don't want no scandals!

But my thong tan line clearly shows,
Running right between my toes.
That's 'cause I wear them everywhere
Unless I go completely bare...
Foot, that is,
Oh, gee-whiz!

Sometimes I slip, sometimes I trip,
I'm wearing my flip-flops!
Here's a tip, don't try to skip
When wearing your flip-flops!
Buy a new pair and it's a bummer
If they don't last till the end of summer!
They wear and they rip but I wouldn't be hip
Without my flip-flops!

There are many ways for foot to meet ground
But flip-flops are as good as I've found.
I'm a son of the beach and it's the season,
Not that I ever needed a reason
To wear my flip-flops!
To wear my flip-flops!
Not loafers or high-tops!
Just good old flip-flops!

Stephen Brooke ©2010

Another silly song. There's a generic sort of tune floating around in my brain but I don't know if it's worth jotting it down. Might come up with something better if I ever come back to this piece and try to do something with it, but I have far too much stuff of this sort on hand. Shoot, I could write as many mediocre songs as Steve Allen if I applied myself.

Sunday, March 28, 2010

THE ZOMBIE BLUES

Woke up this morning and found I was dead
Woke up this morning and I was cold and dead
If I'd known better I'd have stayed in bed

Now I'm lurching down the street
Lurching down that old Main Street
Looking for some brains to eat

Saw my reflection and I don't look too good
Saw my reflection and I sure don't look too good
Don't have me a nose where I should

Wandered around and I found some zombie pals
Wandered around till I met some zombie pals
We're gonna go looking for some zombie gals

'Cause even zombies can still have hearts
Oh, most of us zombies still have hearts
Just hope I ain't missing no other parts

Woke up this morning and found I was dead
Yeah, woke up this morning and sure enough was dead
Wish I was sleeping in my grave instead

Stephen Brooke ©2010

Once again daring to be stupid!

Thursday, March 25, 2010

I’M A GOOD OLD LIBERAL
(to the tune of I'm a Good Old Rebel)

Oh, I'm a good old Liberal
Now that's just what I am.
For the Republican party
I do not give a damn.

I'm glad I fit agin 'em,
I wish we'd always won.
I ain't asked no pardon
For anything I've done.

I hates the nasty Neocons
And everything they do,
I hates that ol' Dick Chaney
And all them Bushes, too;

I hates their war for oil --
’tis dripping with our blood --
And I hates their Patriot Act,
I fit it all I could.

I voted for Al Gore,
And eight years, thereabouts,
Got cheated by George W
And his band of louts.

I hates the conservatives,
With all their brags and fuss,
The lyin', thievin' scoundrels,
I hates 'em wuss and wuss.

I caughts the rheumatism
Campaigning in the snow.
But we beat a chance of Republicans
And I'd like to beat 'em some mo'!

We got us sixty Senate seats,
I knows that is a lot.
I wish we'd won a hundred
Instead of what we got.

I'm s'posed to be bipartisan
And fight 'em now no more,
But I ain't goin' to love 'em,
Now that is sarten sure;

And I don't want no pardon
For what I was and am,
I won't be a New Democrat
And I don't care a damn.

Stephen Brooke ©2010

Intended to be pretty much tongue-in-cheek (especially considering all my conservative relatives), this is a parody of the old post-Civil War song, I'm a Good Old Rebel. I attempted to keep as much as possible to the text of the original, while staying true to its general air of acrimony and downright crankiness. :)

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

ELEPHANT MAN

I, too, am this man,
this monster, this mask within
a mask. Look away.

I, too, have hidden my face,
knowing its ugliness,
knowing the pain of truth

is akin to the pain of lies.
Why choose when each seems
as real as the other?

Know me by these, my rough
masks. The elephant man
can never bare his face.

Stephen Brooke ©2010

The mask metaphor is, I know, a bit of a cliche but I hoped to put at least some original spin on it. Written in rough trimeter.

Saturday, March 13, 2010

A RESTLESS SEASON

Spring is a restless season,
a time for changes and beginnings,
for cleaning house, for planting garden.

A season for longing, a time to seek
new love, sprouting through the cracks
in our too long sleeping hearts.

How many times can we clean
an empty house, how often plant
to watch our garden wither

in Summer's heat? As many times
as Spring comes, my friends. Just as
many times as Spring comes.

Stephen Brooke ©2010

A bit of semi-free verse I jotted down this morn. And I am in the midst of spring cleaning. :)

Thursday, March 11, 2010

THERE WAS rain this morning. Maybe more later. Warm temperatures, too; spring has come to Peanut Road. The pear tree is thick with blossoms. It will put on far more fruit than I have the time or desire to deal with.

The three larger peach trees are also blooming for the first time. I'll be pinching off all or most of the fruit this first year, though, to encourage their growth. One is only a seedling I started, the other two varietals I bought last year. I've three more seedlings in the ground but they'll need a couple more years before they flower and are more for ornament than fruit anyway.

In the mean time, lots of digging and weeding and watering in preparation for the rest of my nursery orders to arrive. I would have preferred to already have everything in the ground here but so it goes when dealing with companies shipping from the north. I made a last-minute order for elderberries to see if I could get some going here. Don't know yet where I'll put them!

Life is somewhat uneventful now. A little spring cleaning going on and a lot of time going into my mom's care. There's a need to launder soiled linens and clothes pretty much every day; I suppose I'll have to consider adult diapers for her soon. At this time I'm pretty much bathing and dressing her, getting her into and out of chairs, bed, onto the potty and so on. How much longer I can manage this on my own, I don't know, but having made it through the winter it should be a little easier to manage now.

Unfortunately, my nearby sister is having her own health problems right now so she can be of no assistance (unable to drive). Whether I'll be able to travel any later in the spring is quite up in the air at this time. Still hoping to make it to the Florida Folk Festival at the end of May.

Btw, the weekend before the festival, 'Mean' Mary will be having her CD release party, up in Kentucky of all places. She should have plenty of them to bring to White Springs, however!