Boss. Realizations. You're MJ. I'm Dennis. Locate New Gods Now is Now
You're a between the legs dribble. Sir. 63 points a game. That's who you are. You're a Lion. You are Samurai. You got four books in you now. Slap them down. I'm not joking Writer. I'm your friend….do you see me….I'm yours. We are Pride Sir.
I'm with you! What a great thought. At 83 I have decided to make plans, set goals, start another book about my life (the first one was about my sons), and just keep on truckin', as we used to say in the 40's 50's and 60's. As for my passing, I just want to keel over and be done with it. I also want my ashes scattered over the Bridger Range in the Gallatin Valley of Montana. If my sons fail to do that for me, I told them I would come back to haunt them! Your poem today was a terrific prompt. I shall get a poem out of it for my poetry group in September! Thanks!
Big smile… imagining the part where “tying himself the bed with his hair”😄. Truthfully, I don’t want to know when I about to die… 😊
Damn right
Great poem, up there with the best.
I love everything about this. Makes me think of the poem where we're encouraged to not go gentle into that good night.
I'm no classic lit expert, but I'm sure you know the one.
I take it you won’t be going peacefully! But you’re still young and you may change your mind as you get older. Like as in “real old”!
Onwards, always onwards like the salmon.
ME TOO!
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This is you Boss. Drive the lane. Furiously. Bet.
Boss. This just happened.
I love this
Boss. Realizations. You're MJ. I'm Dennis. Locate New Gods Now is Now
You're a between the legs dribble. Sir. 63 points a game. That's who you are. You're a Lion. You are Samurai. You got four books in you now. Slap them down. I'm not joking Writer. I'm your friend….do you see me….I'm yours. We are Pride Sir.
fierce battle cry ...
"Who cares
about a pristine afterlife
when living is a joyous
mess?" Yes!
Damn, Sherman.
Nice. When death comes for me, I'll just change my address and contact info.
I'm with you! What a great thought. At 83 I have decided to make plans, set goals, start another book about my life (the first one was about my sons), and just keep on truckin', as we used to say in the 40's 50's and 60's. As for my passing, I just want to keel over and be done with it. I also want my ashes scattered over the Bridger Range in the Gallatin Valley of Montana. If my sons fail to do that for me, I told them I would come back to haunt them! Your poem today was a terrific prompt. I shall get a poem out of it for my poetry group in September! Thanks!
~Jan