Saturday, June 27, 2015

Monet; Helt raccoon family,Colgate WI Retired; Jumblies; See that steeple?

by Howard Nemerov

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Unable to get into the Monet show,
Too many people there, too many cars,
We spent the Sunday morning at Bowl Pond
A mile from the Museum, where no one was,
And walked an hour or so around the rim
Beside five acres of flowering waterlilies
Lifting three feet above their floating pads
Huge yellow flowers heavy on bending stems
In various phases of array and disarray
Of Petals packed, unfolded, opening to show
The meaty orange centers that become,
When the ruined flags fall away, green shower heads
Spilling their wealth of seed at summer’s end
Into the filthy water among small fish
Mud-colored and duck moving explorative
Through jungle pathways opened among the fronds
Upon whose surface water drops behave
Like mercury, collecting in heavy silver coins
Instead of bubbles; some few redwinged blackbirds
Whistling above all this once in a while,
The silence else unbroken all about.

"Monet" by Howard Nemerov from The Selected Poems of Howard Nemerov. © Swallow Press, 2003


Rec'd 6-22-15

an earlier time:



Dear beanbag 206
This comes to show that the boxer shorts
you once gave to me
are still in regular use

and the intended celebration
of a woody wagon
lives on.  In fact

I have the boxers on right now.

I took a shot at just one
woody from these undepants
 and now have it up
- the screensaver image -
as I write

I still think fondly of the old Willys wagon.

Wearing these flagrant threads
keeps me mindful of what was.
So thanks again.


~ Husband went to the sheriff's department to report that his wife was missing. ~

Husband: My wife is missing. She went shopping yesterday and has not come home...

Sergeant: What is her height?
Husband: I'm not sure. A little over five-feet tall.

Sergeant: Weight?
Husband: Don't know. Not slim, not really fat.

Sergeant: Color of eyes?

Husband: Sort of brown I think. Maybe green, never really noticed.

Sergeant: Color of hair?

Husband: Changes a couple times a year. Maybe dark brown now. I can't remember.

Sergeant: What was she wearing?

Husband: Maybe pants, or maybe a skirt or shorts. I don't know exactly.

Sergeant: What kind of car did she go in?

Husband: She went in my truck.

Sergeant: What kind of truck was it?

Husband: A 2015 Ford F150 King Ranch 4X4 with eco-boost 5.0L V8 engine

special ordered with manual transmission and climate controlled air conditioning.

It has a custom matching white cover for the bed, which has a matching aftermarket

bed liner. Custom leather 6-way seats and "Bubba" floor mats. Trailering package

with gold hitch and special wiring hook-ups. DVD with full GPS navigation, satellite

radio receiver, 21-channel CB radio, six cup holders, a USB  
port and four power outlets.
I added special alloy wheels 
and off-road Michelins, and 
indirect wheel well lighting.

At this point the husband started choking up.

Sergeant: Don't worry pal. We'll find your truck.

Our Ford 150 in the olden days


You see that steeple over there?



outside our Odd Fellows windows
in front of the Clark Bar
here in the public marketplace
a religion-ista
held his 'Get Right' signs at the Five Points.

He was exercising his right
to demonstrate peacefully
we reckoned.

They've been there before.
There's more than one of them.
Nobody chases them away.

Photo taken 6-26-15

We gathered there was
an anti-gay element
in what those signs stood for.

There were some counter-istas
handing out their literature nearby.

Lisa from our church
was there on the street.
She approached the counterers
and said:

"You see that steeple over there
above the trees?

That's the 1st Congegational church
(- established in Waukesha in 1838 -)

We welcome LGBT's
and everbody else. All are welcome!"

(Today, June 26, 1015 it became the SCOTUS-confirmed
 law of the land.)


then later
Pres. Obama sang
Amazing Grace
for the SC Rev. Pinckney funeral