we are the same you see

We Are The Same You See

By: Moose Mcdonholm

The Flinger Flanger sits atop the Ringer Ranger Mountain,

Where he sits and thinks about his feet so furry.

His daughter miss Lilly Flanger asked him one day,

“Poppa why are my feet not as furry as yours?”

The Flinger Flanger said with no pausey pause,

“Because my darling Lilly Flanger you are still a little Flanger. When you get a little bit older your feet will be just as furry as this Flanger.”

It wasn’t two weeks later that little Miss Lilly Flanger was at Hanger Langer Middle School and she noticed her once not furry feet were now just as furry as the Flinger Flangers.

And she smiled a smile so wide it stretched the hallway at Hanger Langer.

Little Miss Lilly Flanger went on about her day enjoying her new found furry feet happy and smiling.

Then the Wrencher Fencher twins saw Miss Lilly Flanger and pointed and laughed at the furriness of her newly found furry feet.

Miss Lilly Flanger began to cry all while the Wrencher Fencher twins kept pointing and laughing.

The bell rang and it was time to get back to class and when Lilly Flanger got into the classroom the teacher Mrs. Henny Fenny asked Lilly what was wrong and Lilly explained what happened.

Mrs. Henny Fenny took Lilly down to the principal Mr. Belly Jelly and he said he would deal with the Wrencher Fencher twins and that he would call the Flinger Flanger and have Little Miss Lilly Flanger picked up.

Little Lilly didn’t wait long and poppa was there gave her a hug and asked her what happened and she told him. As the Flinger Flanger lead Lilly to their car he came up with an idea.

Little Miss Lilly with her furry feet and watery crying eyes was all ears when the Flinger Flanger said “Darling oh Darling don’t be upset for there is way to get them back.”

Little Miss Lilly’s eyes went wide when the Flinger Flanger told her his idea.

So the next day at Hanger Langer the Wrencher Fencher twins with their frizzy hair of purple color atop their coney woney heads started pointing and laughing and Lilly Flanger didn’t flinch at the fench.

She smiled and waited and then said “oh Wrencher Fencher twins I may look differently from you but we still bleed blue. Both you and me are the same you see. Our look may be different, agreed, but we are still the same indeed. You can point and laugh at my furry feet and my furry everything, but you, me, and all are all the same you see.”

The Wrencher Fencher twins put down there pointy fingers and quieted their cackle hackle laughter and simply shook Little Miss Lilly Flanger’s furry little flanger furry finger.

Little Miss Lilly Flanger went home to see her poppa the Flinger Flanger atop the Ringer Ranger Mountain and hugged him a hug tight and warm and said “thank you poppa.”

i'm gonna drink em down...

i'm gonna drink em down

happy valentine's day...too my one love...

Roses are red violets are blue I love you and that is true. Roses are violets are blue I love you for you. Roses are red daffodils are yellow And all I want to be is your fellow. Rose are red tulips are green I love you and hope that is seen. Poems are great stories of fate All about you from this once lonely dude. Hoping my words uplift you a bit cuz your smile stays with me for miles and miles. I could dance and I could sing I can and have danced and sung All the moves All the words Are all about you. A simple twist of fate Came along one October day And brought you with all your beauty to me. Roses are red and violets are blue I like you and hope you like me. Roses are read and violets are blue I love you and hope you love me. HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!!!! To you the most beautiful woman EVER. I love you Moriah Haven Lawson, And this gift to you is only a something to say that.

HAPPY BEARDIFUL FRIDAY!!!!

i sit and spin, dream and think, all the while standing motionless and unaware. times they are a changing, funny how dylan was right. i do not stand on a soapbox. i do not know nor have the answers to why? or how? or when? or where? i won't pretend to know either. all i know is all i have. which ain't much. common sense and common human decency where have you gone? maybe you've gone the way of ridin' the rail like so many hobo's who have came before, but now have gone into hiding. waiting for the chance to be free again. to get into a nice warm boxcar and listen to the hum of steel on steel. oh times, how you have changed. i am a romantic. hopeless and hopeful for the day when common sense and human decency will run down that boxcar and take one last ride to set us free. you are still there however. lying in the shadows. peeking around unlit street corners. shyly smiling at all of us pretending to have the answers. i see you there waiting and slowly and methodically making your return. if no one can here though how will they know? don't be afraid, speak up, take a chance because you never know who is listening. you never know who may here your cry. oh it is out there i know it. i can feel it. i can see it. i can taste it. these are just words for anyone you that read them, i know that. maybe you like it maybe you don't. either way these are just words to fill up space and blank pages. every single one chosen carefully. i don't know. all i know is that this is fun. treating life with common sense and human decency is all i know and all i am trying to do. what else can i do? it's FRIDAY folks, and a BEARDIFUL one at that. that much i do know. that much i do care about, because no matter what or which way the wind blows i'm still breathing and as long as i'm still breathing i'm putting my rubber soul'd boots to the ground and gonna try and figure it out. HAPPY BEARDIFUL FRIDAY AND ENJOY YER WEEKEND FOLKS!!!!

pennies & tails

Pennies & Tails: There was a word or phrase that escapes my brain It had the melody of a sweet song of rain. It danced all the pain away As you’d layed naked out in the shade. There was a turn at the end of the street That knocked and tumbled at my feet. Jesus Christ came back and played the beat While Judas sat stone face and a little too neat. There was a sign posted on the front door But the floor boards were rotting and sore. The teller at the store had more to score Than the land master and all his chores. The chords on the machine gun stand Played all night long with the band Jesus and Judas sat and clapped their hands And the man with the fan ran to clasp the clamps. There was a cry that came from up the mountain Ellie Mae was tired and didn’t hear the shoutin The old man by the fountain pulled a shotgun Ellie Mae tried drawing open the curtain The string was stuck and she pulled and pulled The cry became more faint and turned to a lull The old man tried to fire that big old bull But it backfired and the smoke and debris hit em in the skull. There were signs of warning and of waning That where distinctly uncannily wavering The flailing of the spanning climbed steadily To the beating of dumb founded drumming. She was boldly finger picking at her stockings He was shyly thumbing thoroughly at gravity While the waitress in black netting kept serving coffee, And stating to the ceiling that everything is so dreamily dreamy There was a word or phrase that escapes my brain That lingers in the veins of my darkest pain. There was a word or phrase that erases my shame Tears apart at fame and lame old lames with weird names There was a word or phrase that escapes my brain There. Was. A. Word. Or. Phrase. That. Escapes. My Brain.

ahh thoughts...

many thoughts have passed along with many a dream. from the whispering beard 08 to the whispering beard '13. i'm just a feller on the well oiled machine. supposing and juxtaposing my dreams and my needs. here it is the beginning of the new, and the end of the old. here it is whether it be good or bad at least it will be true. ahh, the whispering beard so close i can smells it........if you listen closely you can hear the vague sounds of foot stomping off in a far off distance....shhhhhhhhhhh....it's coming...will you be there?

family tree & the end of time

i was born into my family's tree without a nickle nor a dime. they taught me about life and love they taught me about doing right. i was told there's more to life than this this is what i'm tryin' to recollect maybe it's the drag of everyday life maybe it was the she hung it over me like a knife. my family's tree no it ain't that big. my family's tree lord, is torn and ragged from dreams to come and to not from lost souls to ones who found homes. i was born into my family's tree without a nickle nor a dime now i'm stuck on this county line til the very lonesome end of time...

thirty years....

Thirty years in Chicago that blue line came to know my name. Lake Shore Drive spelled more ways to have fun than the Webster’s dictionary. The magnificent mile would smile with the goblins and the lions that lined the buildings along her magnificent street. Your parks and your lake took my insides wrapped them around each other spat them out and then I felt alive again. The sunrise over your lake was a sight that few get to witness. It may look like an ocean, and it does, but the sound of tide coming in was and is relaxing to say the least. The colors that pop when that sun rises over your horizon dances with each other to the beat of your own heart if you listen close enough. I’ve never truly been wowed by you Chicago until I left you. I never thought I would miss you but I do. You have a way about you like a beautiful woman with curvy hips and when she dances she makes you lose track of self. You’ve got a way about you Chi-town and you’ll be near to my heart, but the time for moving has come and gone starting a new… Thirty years of slow growth has brought me to a place that is worth more than these eyes can see, more than these words can bleed, more than these ears can feel through the sounds that pound like conga drums. Cincinnati you’ve brought to me, home. Your sideways streets that pour melodies from the hills that roll up and down when you are cruising along Cleves Warsaw or the ferry. I might have been lost in a sea of loneliness, but now it’s too hard to be lonely when you have all this scenery surrounding you. I’ve seen your sunrise over the hills by your university and it set me aflame with words and melodic beats stuck in my head that need to be released. The river so easy breaks my heart when I see her so dirty, lifts me up when I see her in those quiet mornings and evenings. She’s got a way of being patient with you. She gives you time to sort things out. Nothing is fast paced we take our time. You have to have a sense of urgency, but at the same time just relax you’ll get there is what she says to me when I’m awake or asleep. The people here I adore. They are all different in so many ways, but they do have something in common, patience. Sure you have people that want things done now, but that is any town. Here however, there is no rush. The hustle and bustle of rubber to pavement is more for fun than it is to get somewhere. The hustle of life’s busy race is a nowhere place they get more out of life with the less that they worry. Yes it’s true we all have stresses, we all have worry, but here maybe it’s more held in. The looks and the handshakes make us all feel new when we get together at the Crow’s Nest Saloon. I’ve never meant no harm or foul, I’ve meant to be swallowed up by these experiences that all become new each time I see the lights on the marquee. Thirty years man and here I am enjoying each day that comes to pass my way. Each new adventure that falls upon my broad shoulders brings joy and wonder of what else could be out there. Thirty years and now I call Cincinnati my home. Been calling it that for a long time and when you finally get the balls to take a risk it’s one of the most fulfilling feelings that I could have. People come and go they find new things around different corners of the street, their town, their world, but there’s something about leaving what you knew was so true that lights a fire deep inside. I love this place. I love this race. I love the looks on people’s face. The Charlene at the UDF that always greets you in the morning with “morning honey” or “is that all you need baby?” makes me feel warm inside. Has me thinking, just simply has me thinking. I could get lost for days on this train that has come my way. She spells her name to me in the sky as the clouds fill my mind. She’s nervous and I can tell something’s been bugging her and she can’t find the words. Wish I could grab her all up whisper to her softly in her ear that it’s okay dear. We could get lost from all this mess that’s been dug up. We could spread our wings and fly away and take me away from me. Here we go again the same old lines and the same old dance. The same lies been played so many different times. I’m leaning on you for some truth, for some rhyme or reason for the meaning that’s been lost in this dry and crazy wind. Been getting sidetracked been wanting you more than you could ever know. The sing songy sway to the rock in your voice brings me to my knees. The smile amongst these old and ragged trees calms my heart and eases my pain. You’re like a soothing rain that’s brought the light through the grey clouds to shine upon my weary soul. That might be a little too much but it’s the truth. That might be more than should be said but when you feel something true the least you should do is say it and say it loud for all the world to hear. There’s no rhyme there’s no reason to the way you’ve moved me. This train that has rattled and hummed it’s way to my side has frayed knots in my stomach, has calmed the bees that bother my insides. I’m just a road through your streets, maybe better just a crack in your many sidewalks that bleeds with passion and love for all souls, all beings, all people that walk the streets with heavy hearts and worn out eyes. This could go on and on and it probably will. When you feel something deep to hold back would only make the feeling stronger and more alive. The thoughts that rage in my head make sleep a pointless act. I lay awake at night with dreams that pound my brain like that freight train blowing his horn all through the morn. I like the exhaustion you sleep too long you will miss out on something wonderful. I like the mornings here calm and quiet. Sometimes the fog rolls in and the hills and trees peak there tops out just enough to say good morning, and what a great feeling it is. I could get lost here in all these streets and hills, but somehow I always find my way back home.

words of prose

the slow prose of dominating dominoes makes cops go fetch jelly rolls i sing no sad song to be sung and flung. like the dirt on the windshield i'm left stranded to watch the setting sun wash over my sunburnt skin. cops yes fetch jelly rolls what else are they supposed to do when all that they know is becoming less and less of a clue? i do not pretend to be unknowing i want only to be all serving. for friends and family and a special lady are worth serving...