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"From one LIGHT come many colors." ~GJ Dürrschmidt

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Key West: Where Any Cock-a-Doodle-Will-Doo

One young cock keeps
me up all night,
crowing his heart out
so randomly;
one of a band of
young roosters,
that roams around

Another young cock
is now restless,
growing with passion
so playfully;
one of a band
of young suitors,
that wants love and a
safe place to be.

Key West has many
young roosters,
all crowing at night
for some ass;
some ignored off in
the distance,
while others get laid
smoking grass.

~gj duerrschmidt

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Friday, November 23, 2012

A Side of Truth Served With Thanksgiving Dinner

I cooked Thanksgiving dinner for no one;
it was, I must say, quite a revealing affair.
The turkey and I dressed for the occasion,
knowing well no one would not be there.

Macy’s Day Parade was on the flat screen;
balloon after balloon floated by in the air.
I chopped, sliced, and diced in finest form;
teared in my Chablis, but just didn’t care.

Once again, no one got himself shit-faced;
up all night long, not a beer did he spare.
He suffered away Thanksgiving sleeping;
I served dinner at two with no one aware.

I wrapped everything up tightly in tin foil;
shoved it in the fridge with a spiteful glare.
Lots of leftovers for that asshole tomorrow;
dishes done, I rested my tired ass in a chair.

Time had come for deep personal reflection:
was dinner worth all that effort to prepare?
Yes. While cooking dinner today for no one,
I saw life with no one was going no where.

~gj duerrschmidt

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Sunday, November 18, 2012

Shape Up, America! (A Diversity Rhyme)

Rectangle, circle,
triangle, square:
shapes in the
that are found

Lines and angles
baked in π’s:
no matter your
the same rule

Male or female,
gay or straight:
life’s much too
to waste it
on hate.

So, shape up, America!

~gj duerrschmidt

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Saturday, November 17, 2012

Well, Perhaps Just a Little (Without Regret)

I sip brandied coffee to each sunrise,
and toast fine libation to each sunset;
I spend blissful days missing lovers,
living serendipitously without regret.

Perhaps I may take up pen and paper,
patiently awaiting a thought to come;
then pour out a hot tale of two lovers,
very aware how I’d like to have some.

Perhaps then I might go take a shower,
get dressed adding a splash of cologne;
then head off on a romantic adventure,
chances good I may come back alone.

Perhaps I may stop for a few cocktails,
to limber up for what I trust lies ahead;
then swagger bar to bar with purpose,
hunting willing prey to take to my bed.

Perhaps daylight may turn to darkness,
I may become too drunk by then to care;
growing more tired each passing hour,
I’ll cut my losses and bail out of there.

Perhaps I’ll just sit out here drinking,
and toy with these tho’ts in my mind;
writing with hot passion from memory,
when younger and life was more kind.

I sip brandied coffee to each sunrise,
and toast fine libation to each sunset;
I spend blissful days missing lovers,
living serendipitously without regret.

~gj duerrschmidt

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Friday, November 16, 2012

Passage from the Book of Cybernicus: Boys Will be Boys

Some with careers
have been fired;
others seeking jobs
were not hired;
all because they
once were inspired
to have frivolous
fun on Facebook.

Whence came this 
sad transformation,
from just talking shit
to adjudication;
convincing everyone
in our great nation
it’s “In God and
Twitter We Trust?”

Gone are the days of
photocopied asses,
Xeroxed by computer
geeks in thick glasses,
posted by the cooler for
the eyes of the lasses;
now such LOL’s land 
your young ass in jail.

So bring on high tech
Man is impervious to
any enhancement.
The gospel truth is so
basic, so rudiment:
boys will be boys
no matter their toys.

~gj duerrschmidt

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Saturday, November 3, 2012

Two-Faced Book

that’s the way
it is with
friends on
seeking love,
not having
to feel.

Like, Comment,
IM, Inbox;
so I know
you think I'm
even though
our friendship’s 
far from real.


If you don’t
hit me up
often enough,
you’ll soon be
You better believe
that that’s
the deal!

~gj duerrschmidt

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