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Scribbles

Eddie’s Scribbles

 

Copyright 2016 Eddie Lafrenaye

Published by Eddie Lafrenaye at Shakespir

 

ISBN: 9781370696246 Title: Scribbles

Author: Eddie Lafrenaye Publisher: Shakespir, Inc.

 

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Forward

 

These random thoughts, often scribbled on the corners of pages during meetings or via email ramblings, are my own. Some are old, some are new, and none have been published before. Undoubtedly, these are not professional structured verse. I hope you find them amusing and possibly even thought provoking.

 

Contents

Forward 2

Years Go By 4

The Hill 7

Cromes 8

Why 9

Just a Temp 10

Better or Worse 11

Worker Whore 12

People Outside Sit 13

Snakebite Venom Bitch 15

Mr. Christmas Toad 17

Not Christmas 19

About the Author 20

 

 

Years Go By

 

Early Years

No Fears

 

Time Slow

Age Grow

 

College Done

Meet Someone

 

Ride Horse

Pleasure Source

 

Scared Commit

Finally Submit

 

Love Wife

Love Life

 

New House

Income Mouse

 

Dog One

Daughter Son

 

Later Years

Joyful Tears

 

Dog Two

Extra Woof

 

Daughter Schools

Learns Rules

 

Boy Schools

Learns Tools

 

Time Speeds

Family Needs

 

Dancing Reading

Academic Leading

 

Dirt Bikes

Mountain Hikes

 

Camping Fishing

Star Wishing

 

Activities Sports

Shirts Shorts

 

Dance Bands

Helping Hands

 

Family Lost

Life’s Cost

 

Children Sprout

Outgrown Out

 

Survive Fights

Love Unites

 

Pets Die

Passing By

 

Market Up

Never Enough

 

Market Down

Same Town

 

Daughter Grown

On Own

 

Son Ready

Reliable Steady

 

Aging Aging

Always Changing

 

Friends Come

Lose Some

 

Aches Pains

Love Remains

 

Time Persistent

Youth Distant

 

Two Alone

Stay Home

 

Old Comes

Leaves Young

 

The Hill

 

A long time ago on a hill far away

Lived a man that strived to enjoy every day

 

Each day was a gift of joy

To be spent with his wife, his girl and his boy

 

The children lived and grew big and strong

The world was their playground each day a song

 

They climbed trees and ran from bees

And slid down the hill when the snow was at their knees

 

Time passed as it always will

The girl and the boy moved away from the hill

 

The old man and the old woman chose to stay

And smile and laugh of days gone away

 

Cromes

 

Cromes cromes balding domes

Crusty old men complain about their homes

 

They bitch about kids, wives, and jobs

They badmouth neatness freaks and slobs

 

They eyeball young women with perverse intent

Each one to the young just a gross malcontent

 

No topic escapes their complaints

They continue demeaning without self-restraints

 

Why

 

Your beautiful green eyes, how they used to shine.

 

Now your eyes are spider webs of red lines.

 

They show the pollution of drugs and wine.

 

There was a time when your parents were so proud.

 

At games of skill and sport they shouted your name aloud.

 

Now your parents are broken hearted and ashamed.

 

They feel your sins and assume the blame.

 

Your family and friends silently cry.

 

And ask themselves.

 

Why?

 

Why?

 

Why?

 

Just a Temp

 

I’m just a temp. Yes, I’m only a temp.

And I make just enough to pay the rent.

 

I work hard all day, so I can get paid.

I need money for my honey so I can get laid.

 

The regular employees, well they screwed up

And I’m here with a crew just to clean it up.

 

I’ve got no insurance to cover my ass

So I better not step on some broken glass

 

 

Better or Worse

 

It Could Be Better

It Could Be Worse

At Least I’m Not Horizontal

In A Box In The Dirt

 

I don’t know what the hell you say.

But, you keep on saying it every day.

 

Hip Hop, Bip Bop

Need to pick my nose

And make a pit stop.

 

Tomatoes, Potatoes, Spinach and Broccoli

 

What the hell rhymes with Broccoli?

 

I got it.

 

Tomatoes, Potatoes, Spinach and Broccoli

I ate my veggies and played monopoly.

 

I tried to make a poem about an Irish Setter

And realized the subject matter could be better

 

I tried to make a new rhyme and before I started

I held my nose and broccoli farted

 

Embarrassed as I was it could have been worse

At least I’m not horizontal in a box in the dirt

 

Worker Whore

 

In days of old the rich were bold

And enslaved people in pursuit of gold

 

Today is much the same

The time clock has replaced the chain

 

The rich get richer

The poor get poorer

The ruling class remains

 

We’ve been taught

That happiness

Is something bought

 

If your life’s pursuit

Is from a store

You’re just another

Worker whore

 

People Outside Sit

 

People Outside Sit

With Sweatshirts On

Money And Tech

Their Only God

 

Winter’s Coming

Like An Easy Song

It Will Be Here

Before Too Long

 

Shorter Days

Longer Nights

To Me It Just Doesn’t

Feel Right

 

There’s Nothing Worse

Than Dark And Cold

Is This Your Heart

As You Grow Old

 

Bright Son

Will Always Shine

If You Let Him In

One More Time

 

Heads Down

Eyes To Screens

Life Goes By

No one Screams

 

Interaction Remiss

Except to Exclaim

“Look At This”

 

You Can Change

If You Have The Will

Or Meet The Maker

With Darkness Still

 

The Path Is Yours

For You To Choose

You Have One Soul

To Win Or Lose

 

When I Stand

Before The Gates

I Hope The Son’s Light

Is On My Face

 

Enjoy The Earth

All Around

Or Sit And Rot

Tether Bound

 

Snakebite Venom Bitch

 

Snake bite, venom bitch

You poisoned my heart and threw it in a ditch.

Even though I hate you now

You stick to me like a festering itch.

 

Our love was so hot and strong

Passionate, wet and sticky, all night long.

 

Ocean motion, oil and lotion

We used it all with love’s emotion.

 

Never before had I been so high

As when we made love, like rockets in the sky.

 

Snake bite, venom bitch

You blackened my soul and threw it in a ditch.

Even though I hate you now

You stick to me like a festering itch.

 

I knew you were all I’d ever need

With you I’d breed, and sow my seed.

 

My love for you was so strong and wild

Until I learned you aborted my child.

 

You killed my son before he could age

So I killed you back, in a fit of rage.

 

Snake bite, venom bitch

You broke my mind and threw it in a ditch.

Even though I hate you now

You stick to me like a festering itch.

 

Now I sit in the county pen

You lie in the ground, stone cold dead.

 

Snake bite, venom bitch

You poisoned me and threw me in a ditch.

Even though I hate you now

You stick to me like a festering itch.

 

Snake bite, venom bitch

You poisoned my heart and threw it in a ditch.

You stick to me like a festering itch.

 

I hate you now

You bitch

 

I hate you now

I hate you

I loved you

I hate you

Bitch

 

Mr. Christmas Toad

 

In a small swamp pond

Not far from here

Lived an energetic toad

Fond of females, dancing and beer

 

On a chilly fall morning

While lamenting the first frost

He decided to leave New Hampshire

No matter the cost

 

It’s time to sleep

In the mud down deep

His fellow toads implored

Get down here quick

So you’ll keep warm

 

Stay here with us Mr. Christmas toad

You’ll freeze to death by the side of the road

 

He packed some flies and crickets

In an old rucksack

Found a snowbirds’ pickup

And climbed in back

 

Mr. Christmas Toad

Tooled down the road

As the snow fell around

For Florida he was bound

 

He nearly froze to death

Traveling through New York

He curled up tight between

An old blanket and a box of sporks

 

He arrived in the warmth

And none too soon

He met a new girlfriend

And proceeded to spoon

 

They made love all winter long

Wild and passionate gentle and strong

On the beach and in the back of cars

During the bright daylight and under twinkling stars

 

In the spring they hitched a ride north in a new mini-van

Mr. and Mrs. Christmas returned to New Hampshire to raise their clan

 

They enjoyed life as other toads did

And raised their brood of ten thousand kids

 

Not Christmas

 

It doesn’t feel much like Christmas this year

I know I’d feel better if you were here

 

It’s the 24th of December, but I’m still stuck in May

It was a beautiful sunny morning on that fateful day

 

That’s when I heard you’d laid down your life for people to be free

All I could do was weep and think how you’re lost to me

 

They said you were brave and another life you saved

And I should be proud

Those words echo in my mind so loud

 

Of course I’m proud that you were brave as you could be

It just doesn’t feel like Christmas to me

 

About the Author

 

I sincerely hope you enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed creating it.

 

I currently work and live in the wonderful state of New Hampshire. I enjoy hunting, fishing, hiking, kayaking, motorcycle riding and a good beer in the company of friends. I have several stories published on Amazon with more on the way.

 

I can be found at:

 

http://www.Amazon.com/

 

eBooks: “Mower Death Kill: The Hardwood Incident”, “A Farmer’s Chronicle”

 

http://www.facebook.com/eddie.lafrenaye

 

https://www.Shakespir.com/profile/view/elafrenaye

 

http://www.linkedin.com/in/eddielafrenaye/


Scribbles

Random thoughts brought forth as short written pieces.

  • ISBN: 9781370696246
  • Author: Eddie Lafrenaye
  • Published: 2016-10-24 19:05:21
  • Words: 1631
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