Ski -- Idaho Веселый и Гордый

(just silly ramblings from a silly old man)

what, where, why and how...and who...

isn't that what journalists want to know?

what is going on in my life?

very little, except for a few bruises

where is it happening?

only in my apartment

why is anything happening?

only the light knows

how is it happening to me?

that's what I have asked myself

who is the reason for all of this?

I don't know, if it isn't myself...

then I realize that all of this comes from me

and it returns to me....

it kinda proves that a human being is a sphere;

anything can go out...but it will surely come back to you.

‘twas the night before Christmas

And I lay there asleep

Something in the apartment

Started to beep.

I held my breath and

Reached for my weapon;

(just a very old golf putter--

not even a gun.)

I jumped out of bed,

And ran without thought

But when I tripped on my undies,

I turned and my glasses I got!

I peeked ‘round the doorframe

for the intruders I’d heard;

it was only James Bond!

Wanting “shaken, not stirred”.

So only in jammies

I stood and I stared…

He went for his gun

And said not to be scared.

“St Nick has been watching you;

Seems you’ve been a bad boy!

I’m here to tell you, son…

For you, there isn’t a toy!”

At that moment, I know

I went into a faint!

(I only know that now

Because of the wallpaint).

I woke to a wonderful smell

And a prod and a poke;

a fat man with a pipe

was having a smoke!

I looked up at him,

With wonder in my eyes.

So am I dead?, I asked…

or is this another surprise?

“No it isn’t, young man,

It’s only a dream.

You’re only as bad as other

people think you might seem.”

“I have a list you know,

And you know I check it twice.

YOU are definitely in the column

That is listed as nice.”

“Is there anything you want

For this Christmas I can give?

Or do you really wish me to continue

This monotonous narrative?”

I slowly sat up

And at him I looked…

Well maybe, Santa, I do…

Are you fully booked?

I then listed off addresses,

Names and that stuff.

Wishing St Nick to do all

At least part; that’s enough.

I believe in my heart

That all I’ve asked—he has done…

For I’m now saying Merry Christmas

And sending much love to you all….EVERYONE!

(and yes, I woke up!)

honest opinions are greatly appreciated, and I mean brutally honest.

SWEET DMITRIY

Dmitriy, sweet man

Do I do too much or too much less?

Your letters make me smile

Your thoughts make me almost cry

For all of this, I am so glad...

For this, I want you as a best friend

I hope you feel the same...

I am your Bret...

Hope you are my Dmitriy

Hoping we meet soon!

From Your Bret

(Untitled so far)

Earthwardly slowing drifting

weaving to and fro

just as leaves or feathers

are caught by gravity's

inexorable hold.

Such is the dedication

I have shown to friends

and loved ones;

for that I can only try to apologize,

and hope that I'll be forgiven.

Friends and family,

and loved ones,

one and all!

They don't deserve the treatment I've given,

nor do I deserve forgiveness.

But I beseech thee,

one and all;

Forgive this poor old dunderhead

for his faults and flaws...

asking on bended knee.

So with this plea I send

a hope of friendship and love

renewed.

I'm still alive; I doubt I'll die...

Because, well,

Heaven won't have me,

and Hell's afraid I'll take over!

ME POEM

My name is Brandon

It means strong

My grandma taught me to not talk out loud

My hobby is bike riding

My nickname is Bulldog

it means strong reliable and intelligent

THIS IS SKIS FRIEND BRANDON

THOSE MORNING RITUALS

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Every morning,

I perform the "S" routine:

Shave, shower, shine and smile.

(There is another one,

but as a gentleman

I will not mention.)

Shave my behind into something that fits,

stumble out to the computer and

start my morning chat.

With a pattern set like as this,

I may seem to have OCD.

But it keeps me awake, alive and aware

and from just staring out into space,

like the zombie like of which I feel!

Some say that routines like mine

are the sign of a small mind;

I tend to disagree.

Such routines set the pace

for the remainder of the day.

What if I were to forget to shave?

I'd look like someone who sleeps

in a dumpster.

So if you're ever made fun of,

explain to them exactly why!

Ask them if they'd rather smell you

unshowered or seen unshaven,

then smile and turn away.

OK...I need help finishishing this...hopefully with lines starting with "S", if possible. Thank you all!

Some said I should update this, and have tried quickly. Maybe the state will like it!

THE GEM OF THE MOUNTAINS

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'America the Beautiful'

could have been written

about my home state...

"For amber waves of grain"

should be

"green leaves standing proud".

"For purple mountains majesties"

would work.

"Above the fruited plain"

would be

"above the evergreens or sagebrush"

Obviously,

"America, America"

would be

"Idaho, oh Idaho".

"God shed his grace on thee"

"And crown thy good with brotherhood"

Perfect.

"From sea to shining sea"

We're landlocked...

"And here we have Idaho,

winning her place in fame.

Silver and gold in the sunlight blaze,

and romance lies in her name".

NEVER forget your home;

nor how you feel about it.

Love is always there

sometimes you just have to look for it!

Hard to write; even harder to re-write the little bit I did.

THE GEM OF THE MOUNTAINS

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'America the Beautiful'

could have been written

about my home state...

"For beautiful and spacious skies"

Thats a state near us.

Except "amber waves of grain"

would be

"green leaves standing proud".

"For purple mountains majesties"

would work.

"Above the fruited plain"

would be

"above the evergreens or sagebrush"

Obviously,

"America, America"

would be

"Idaho, oh Idaho".

"God shed his grace on thee"

wouldn't be changed!

"And crown thy good with brotherhood"

couldn't work...state split thoughts.

"From sea to shining sea"

We're landlocked...

"And here we have Idaho,

winning her place in fame.

Silver and gold

in the sunlight blaze,

and romance lies in her name".

Never forget your home;

nor how you feel about it.

Love is always there

sometimes you have to look for it!

Always an Idaho boy, I'll never forget my roots! (Who could? That's where our spuds come from!) Just a quickie that hit me as I was typing.

I asked a sinple, innocuous question; then found out it was deleted (or whatevr they call it). Why should something be deleted? I used no foul language, innuendoes, or anything i thought was foul. So what's the story?

I'LL MISBEHAVE IF I WANT TO

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"Don't eat too much fat,

and smaller portions more often.

Quit drinking and smoking.

Cut down on the refined sugar."

When I asked him what I had left in my life

(for entertainment),

he replied, "You're still young and good-looking;

you COULD go out on a date."

I nearly laughed in his face.

"Hey doc" I said to him,

"I've been out 4 times in a year and a half,

and those people that intrigue me

don't want an old man."

He pushed and prodded,

and prodded and pushed

until he left me furiously swearing

under my breath.

The point behind this story is only this:

Grab for the brass ring as often as you can.

We may only have a short time on this earth,

so we chould enjoy ourselves as much as we can.

It's been a while since I've written much...but I'm learning to enjoy life a whole lot more!

FAMILY LOST

It's been a long time

since anybody has wondered or

worried about this royal family.

Not exactly perfect...no.

But their ideas we must think

possibly, maybe they might be.

Unfortunately,

other things happened

that we couldn't expect or predict.

All the family were sent away

to glorious Siberia,

in there they'd stay.

A few months later,

they were moved to the infamous

House of Special Purpose.

Several months there they

lived against their will;

still striving to live any way.

One night, a guard came

to have them pose for a photo

for their family and friends.

Nicky, Alex, the Tsarevich

(and the girls I can't name)

sat down for photo...but not what they thought.

Their photographer and help

came back with many guns;

they shot them dead...one by one.

The Tsar and Empress were killed

immediately, as were the daughters

and tsarevich....but one.

We're told that Anastasia

survived this awful struggle.

To me; it seems just an odd buggle.

I wonder and I worry

about this royal family...

since some could be related to me.

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Hard to write, because I have a grandparent who was from Russia.

I've always been fascinated about the end of the Romanovs in Russia.

The reply didn't work; try blueturf78@cableone.net. As of Monday, it will be different.

Thanks,

Bret (or Ski...your choice)

I'd like to see what everyone else thinks!!

Which one do u have more?

friends or enemies?

intelligence or foolishness?

girl friends or boy friends?

wise or stupid relatives?

I really am working at this, but I only know a small bit of the flora and fauna of Australia, but I promised I would try. It's darned well killing me; I need some help, please?

He's about 6'1", tight muscular body and a great (but shy) smile.

Any ideas about comparing him to the Australian flora/fauna will help.

THANK YOU!!!

Another bit of oddness from the mind (?) of Ski -- Idaho.

SUPERSTITIONS

Please don't send me cut flowers...

I am a superstitious guy.

I consider them a sign of impending doom.

Beauty cut down in its prime, you know.

Don't say Macbeth in a theater

(Unless you're performing that play).

It will bring nothing but bad performances,

Bad reviews or worse to your show.

(I've heard that once, a theater

Burned down on opening night!

Throw salt over the left shoulder when cooking

(If you spill any).

Don't walk under any ladders.

Don't let a black cat cross your path.

A broken mirror means seven years of bad luck.

Friday the 13th is a day to just spend in bed.

(Although it's always been good luck for me).

Humans are a superstitious lot,

And though it may seem strange...

It's never hurt anybody yet,

Our beliefs are our beliefs.

They keep us sane and happy.

And, insanity is trying the same thing

Over and over...

Hoping for different results.

I feel that I could treat the rest of my family better, and plan to change my ways. But I need to tell them, in my own way...free verse; no structure nor rhyme...unless it happens.

THE MOST IMPORTANT PEOPLE IN MY LIFE

How do I truly tell you that

I'M SORRY FOR THE JERK I USUALLY AM

Yes I've been hurt by your lack of interest

In my pride of my talents

Without sounding like the biggest braggart

That you will ever know

Dad

I know I embarrassed you

By not being a sports star in school

But what I did I hoped you

Were somewhat proud of me

Mom

I never twirled baton as well as you did

And I let you down in scholastics no Latin

But what I did I hoped you

Were somewhat proud of me

Sis

You were and are the barrier between

My rock and a hard place with love

But what I did I hoped you

Were somewhat proud of me

Lil Bro

I know that being what I am embarrassed you

And you got beat up defending me for that anyway

But what I did I hoped you

Were somewhat proud of me

FAMILY

I know Im not what you would have asked for

Had you truly had the chance

Basketball star champion baton twirler

Stronger for myself being able to defend myself

But what I did I hoped you

Were somewhat proud of me

I think its too late to change

My past indiscretions

But I can sure try to make you

Proud of me sometime soon

Were family and I can sure

Try to be better for you

Because being me I might let you down

But we will always be family

With much love to you all

Bret

You all don't know how hard this was to write, admitting only a miniscule fraction of my faults to my family, let alone you: my friends! Thanks for taking your time to read it.

To all you "Yahooligans" and Y!AP

You make me feel very special

for remembering this special day.

I'm not older now; just wiser,

and 52 years young makes me want to just say YAY!

It's been a year I've been here with you,

and you have always made me feel special;

I've never felt boring or annoying

because high or low, it's never been dull!

So thank you all; you've all become friends.

I wish I could thank you each, name by name.

But I doubt there is room enough to type you all,

And I know there isn't room enough to fit you in this frame.

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I really do wish to thank everyone for remembering me today,

because even though 52 isn't really a milestone, it's proof.

Proof that I've had some strikeouts, and some home runs,

and with friends ike all of you, I may have another 52.

Isn't THAT a scary thought?

Thank you again,

Ski - Idaho

aka Bret

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