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...