THE LINE

THE LINE

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It was a lovely spring day. The sun was warm, the birds were singing, and the wispy clouds added a touch of pastel pleasantness to the day.

Curious Abner arose early that morning perplexed as usual (the man had many questions) having just awakened with a REM time voice in his head still demanding, “Go stand in line”.

“Who said that?” inquired Curious Abner.

“Go stand in line.”

Abner rose from his state of confused repose, made his bed and his breakfast as the memory of the command “Go stand in line” continued in his head.

After his bowl of oatmeal, walnuts and one small banana Abner said to himself, “What a lovely spring day. The sun is warm, the birds are singing, and the wispy clouds add a touch of pastel pleasantness to the day. I think I will go look for that line and stand in it.”

And he did; he went for a walk, that is.

He looked everywhere for the line.

“Where is that line?” Curious Abner inquired; there was no one there to answer his question.

 

“Excuse me” said Abner to the first person he met. “Do you know where the line starts?

“I believe it starts right here” replied the stranger.

“Thank you” said Abner and the stranger went on her way.

And Abner stood in line.

Eventually Curious Abner began to fidget. Standing in line apparently was not a great way to spend a lovely spring day even though the sun was warm, the birds were singing and the clouds though wispy, added a touch of pastel pleasantness to the day.

Impatient and needing to do something, anything at all with his hurried, inquisitive self (Abner was a man with questions) he decided to return to his spring day walk. While strolling down the long sidewalk stretched before him Abner thought to himself, “You know, I probably received the wrong information from that stranger. Perhaps that was not the line, after all. It must be somewhere else. If I hurry to find the right place I may very well be the first person in line; that would be a good thing, wouldn’t it?” He asked this question even though there was no one there to answer.

Eventually however, someone did come along.

“Excuse me” asked Abner. “Do you know where the line starts?”

“I believe it starts right here” replied the stranger.

“Thank you” said Abner and the stranger went on his way.

And once again, Abner stood in line.

And as before, Abner eventually began to fidget. He observed once again that standing in line apparently was not a great way to spend a lovely spring day; what with the sun so warm, the birds asinging and the clouds though wispy, adding a touch of pastel pleasantness to the day.

And Curious Abner stood his ground.

Standing in line Abner wondered to himself, “If this is the line where are the rest of the people?”

Time went on. It was beginning to feel as though he had been standing in line forever.

Eventually however, another stranger approached.

 

“Excuse me” asked Abner. “Do you know where the line starts?”

“I believe it starts right here,” came the reply.

Abner thought to himself that perhaps he should invite this person to join him. That way there really would be a line.

“Would you like to stand in line?’ asked Abner.

“Thank you for asking” replied the stranger; “But this line is much too long” and continued on his way; “Have a nice day”.

Surprised at the stranger’s remark, Abner turned around. Behind him was a line of people that seemed to wend its way into Eternity. All were waiting patiently, no one was talking to anyone. “After all” observed Curious Abner (the man with questions) “who wants to talk to the back of someone’s head?”

But as soon as formed the words, Abner realized that he was looking into someone’s face, someone who until seconds ago had been looking at the back of Curious Abner’s head.

“Hi my name is Abner; what’s your name?”

“Betty” she replied and began to introduce him to several other people behind her. There was John, there was her sister Jeanie and her centenarian grandmother had come along; her name was Albina Mary.

Albina Mary had more stories in her old head than Abner had questions. (And as we know, Curious Abner was after all, a man with many questions).

Within minutes this part of the line was starting to look more like a party. And others further back, noticing that the restraints previously defined by the unspoken rules of Linedom had now been broken, began to emulate the conversational opportunities now being made available to them. As the line evaporated into groups of animated conversationalists, everyone involved gradually migrated to a nearby park.

By the end of this lovely spring day, the sun still warm, the birds no longer singing and the once wispy clouds having surrendered their touch of pastel pleasantness to the gathering cloak of darkness, Curious Abner  decided to go home, a practical decision (a part of himself with whom he was not very well acquainted wanted to stay and talk with his new friends) and he did just that; went home, that is.

As Abner crawled under the crisp, clean sheets he thought about the day and was grateful.

The next morning Curious Abner crawled out of bed, ate a bowl of oatmeal with walnuts, berries and a touch of honey mixed with six heaping teaspoons of rolled oats and a half cup of spring water heated for 90 seconds and went out to greet another lovely spring day; the sun was warm, the birds were singing and the clouds though wispy, added a touch of pastel pleasantness to the day.

Curious Abner (the man with many questions who now had some answers) thought to himself “I think I shall go stand in line.”

And he did.

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How much for that old pair of Shoes?

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How much for that old pair of Shoes?

He fumbled around for some change.

    They’re not for sale, my friend, said she.

Well why are they there for all to see?

    I’m trying to rearrange.

 

He wiggled his barefoot toes

And wiped his runny nose.

Rearrange what, the fellow inquired,

Those raggedy shoes are about to expire,

They’d go just fine with my clothes.

 

    I see what you mean, said she,

    I’ll give you these shoes for free.

Could I have some socks and maybe a shirt,

And a pail of water to shed some dirt?

I’m really a sight to see,

 

    You’re not so bad, but yes.

    I can even give you a vest,

    There’s a pond nearby, you can take a bath

     Here’s a towel to dry and my name is Cath.

He wanted to look his best.

 

Freddy’s my name, he said

But you can call me Fred.

On return he looked great. Let’s celebrate,

We can get married, I’ll be your mate.

And she rearranged his head.

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ee Broom

 

SPITBALL

 

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SPITBALL

I AM THE SPITBALL hurtling through space. My perfectly straight path has been trapped by the gravity of a gigantic, flaming ball of gas which now controls my path by keeping me forever at a safe distance…

I AM THE QUAIL who minutes ago flew a few feet to avoid being eaten. The doves, who also avoided capture, flew higher than I. Perhaps next time I will reach the branches; perhaps then I will be safe.

I AM THE STARLING among starlings. When we rise to the sky the world takes notice.

I AM THE GOOD SHIP NINA redoing my map. Somewhere I miscalculated.

I AM THE GOOD SHIP PINTA. Here are my mistakes.

I AM THE GOOD SHIP SANTA MARIA. Oops.

I AM THE BURRO: Notice my humility.

I AM THE DERVISH. I whirl away my errors.

I AM THE LIST. I am the errors.

I AM THE APOLOGIST. I explain the errors.

I AM THE EDITOR. I look for missed “takes”.

I AM THE LEMMING. I follow the LOVE.

I AM THE ARTIST. I AM ALL THESE AND MORE.

I AM THEE.

I AM.

 

HORSE RADISH AND PARSNIP-ONIOUS POETRY

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From Lee to Kamal

Can you read this?

WHO, NOT WHAT (BY ZIPPETY ZOT)

The WHAT of life is found ‘neath the neck.
The WHO resides in the head.
What I want to know by zippety-zot
Is Who is this in my bed?
The body’s familiar, it has two legs.
But who’s at the other end?
A woman it seems, she’s not a horse.
So what path down was I led?
This must be a dream, of course that is so.
Another one’s coming and off I shall go
I’m going, I’m going, I’m gone.

I was in the emergency room all day today. For a while it was thought that I had problems with my pancreas.

 

Kamal to Lee

I am praying for your pancreas.

I am glad she was not a horse

which could have turned into horseradish.

and given you a chance to write another poem.

You are having fun, which is what counts.

My best

Kamal

 

Lee to Kamal

Horseradish?

I like that. A good name for a book of parsnip-onious poetry.

I answered a call from VA a few minutes ago: Both Kidneys have stones, my bladder is turning to leather, my intestines resist the dance of the duodenum and my toenails are becoming deadly weapons…
but my pancreas is FINE.
Horseradish.

I love you Brother,

Lee

THE JOURNEY THE SEARCH THE DISCOVERY

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THE JOURNEY THE SEARCH THE DISCOVERY

 

The journey to superiority reveals no truth.

The search for proof serves only the seeker.

Those who teach, learn little.

Those who encourage others to learn have taken steps toward peace, knowledge and self-respect.

Those who seek power over others enslave themselves.

In order to experience love one must love one’s self.

In order to love one’s self one must know self-respect.

In order to respect one’s self one must be willing to serve others with no expectation of reward.

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ee Broom