Milkshake Myth

If I were good for weed,

no doubt you’d be my

friend in deed.

Had I free-flowing booze,

my place would be the

one you’d choose.

As long as I had a 30-pack,

you’d come over and

keep coming back.

User friends? Nothing new.

It’s all about what they

can take from you.

Reality sucks. Truth is hard.

Milkshakes don’t bring

boys to my yard.

~gj duerrschmidt

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Key West: Nights With A Guest (A Haunting Tale)

I was awakened again in the early morning,

and once again the clock read 3:33.

It has happened six times over two weeks,

but I have since solved the mystery.

What could it be about these triple digits?

What was rousting me up out of bed?

The occurrence was strange and disturbing.

Might it be some message from the dead?

In the quiet stillness of the ungodly hour,

I’d go to the kitchen to brew some tea.

Then wait in the darkness until daybreak;

not a sound, nothing spoke to me.

I’d no fear or sense of impending disaster,

but sensed strong presence in the room;

I soon accepted it was a shy, lonely spirit;

wanting company, one could only assume.

I don’t know if it had lived here before me;

or how it passed to not have found rest.

What I do know is that my condo is haunted.

I now nap and spend nights with a guest.

~gj duerrschmidt

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Nympho the Dragon Slayer

Last night I’d slain yet another dragon;

well at least it's how the story is told.

It takes time for one to muster courage;

a few mugs of ale for one to feel bold.

I recall stumbling thru a great forest

with a full tankard and sword in hand;

slashing a path thru the thick foliage,

stopping to drink and survey the land.

On ahead I heard laughter and music,

the likes of which so strange to the ear.

I forged ahead with some trepidation;

if no dragon, then I’d nothing to fear.

I happened upon a troop in the clearing,

frolicking naked, quaffing strange brew.

They beckoned me to come join them;

so I disrobed and began frolicking too.

Enthralled by these nymphs and faeries,

I partied wildly with them thru the night.

They opened up new doors to pleasure:

fun ways to satisfy, fun ways to delight.

From sweet sleep I awoke in the forest,

no sign of revelers, no sign of clothes.

I’d just my sword and an empty tankard.

What really happened nobody knows.

~gj duerrschmidt

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Let the Crazy World Wait

There’s nothing hurried about a

quiet sunrise or pastel sunset.

How to enjoy the time in between

is what too many often forget.

Tasks, schedules, and meetings;

oh, all that self-imposed stress!

Fast food, fast lane, and a driving

need for even greater success,

leave no quality time for others,

and precious little for one’s self.

That with substance and meaning

too often gets put on a shelf.

The intent is to get to it all later,

perhaps spend time with the kids.

Then wonder what in hell happened

when life suddenly hits the skids.

The years come and go so quickly,

sadly offering no second chance.

What good is wealth accumulation

if it leaves so little time to dance?

Listen up to the drum beat of nature;

and fall in step before it’s too late.

Take time out to enjoy all the beauty.

Live now! Let the crazy world wait.

~gj duerrschmidt

Best Friends Forever

When I’m all alone

(I mean by myself),

I take your memory

down off the shelf;

the shelf that resides

within my heart,

the one you’ve been on

right from the start.

I talk to you as I’m

watering my plants.

we share over coffee,

take time out to dance.

You help me thru

the hardest of times,

give me the words when

nothing else rhymes.

Tho' you were taken before

we finished high school,

on a dark night in June

when life became cruel;

memories of you have

lived on all these years:

thru times of laughter,

thru times of tears.

How much I had hoped

we’d grown old, you and I,

thru the thick and thin,

sunny days or stormy sky.

Look at me now: an old man,

cantankerous and mean.

Look at you: still my bestie,

still a sweet seventeen.

Guess it's true I'm never 

alone or ever by myself.

There's always you here

sitting on the shelf;

the one that resides

within my heart,

the one you’ve been on

since death us did part.

~gj duerrschmidt