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The Yellow Buttoned Jacket


In the town of toadstool valley
In the land of spongy spores
Lived a yellow buttoned jacket
That belonged to Captain Moor

The captain was a sailorman
Who sailed the seven seas
In a junk he called Jalopy
That floated with the breeze

He liked to fish for trinkets
And hunt for buried chest
But listening to the wee gulls
Was the thing he liked the best

Now the yellow buttoned jacket
Spent its time hung from a nail
Aboard the junk, Jalopy
Below the starboard sail

The jacket dreamed of trousers
With matching hat and tie
The captain dreamed of treasures
And sweet apple butter pie

Now it’s true the captains sailing days
Upon the mighty seas
Were now in toadstool valley
Upon lake memories

One day while he was fishing
For some polka dotted perch
His bobber started bobbing
While his pole began to lurch

He jumped up from his sailor’s seat
As he cranked upon the reel
The jalopy started spinning fast
As he let go of the wheel

It spun him to the left so fast
Then spun him to the right
He even did a summersault
As he held the pole so tight

It pulled him up, it pulled him down
He was tangled taut and true
While the junk he called Jalopy
Capsized a small canoe

Now the captain finally reeled in
As Jalopy came about
A chest of wood and leather
And one purple snouted trout

The captain was excited
“Oh I wonder what I’ve found”
But the trout not so delighted
Was flopping up and down

“I know you’ve come for dinner”
The captain winked at him
Then threw him back into the lake
“I hope that you can swim”

As the captain bent down to inspect
To give the chest a pry
A whiff he sniffed upon the breeze
Of apple butter pie


— His mouth it started watering
His body started trembling
His hands they started fidgeting
His voice was softly murmuring —


The captain started mumbling
He forgot about the chest
He turned his boat “Jalopy”
And started heading west

 Now the yellow buttoned jacket
Who was supported by the nail
Was held in contemplation
Below the starboard sail

The captain pulled up to a dock
Jumped out and tied some lines
The yellow buttoned jacket
Was released from its confines

Next he grabbed the treasure chest
Pulled once, and then pulled twice
He pulled it to the door with him
Just hoping for a slice

A lady opened up the door
For a moment stared at him
The captain smelled the cooling pies
Somewhere from deep within

“Excuse me mam, Please pardon me
But I couldn’t help but smell
That pie that I sniff cooling
A slice you’d like to sell”

“I have a chest of treasures
I’d be willing for a deal
For just a fork size morsel
This treasure is a steal

The captain grabbed onto the chest
It opened with a tug
But the chest was rather empty
So the captain gave a shrug

“The chest alone is worth 2 pies”
She said, and gave a grin
“I just moved down the mountain
Would be nice to have a friend”

The captain sailed away that day
With 2 apple butter pies
And the yellow buttoned jacket
With hope his day was nigh.






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Save the Land


Slowly visions fade away
Swiftend by the slow decay
Of the land

The foul lord of dooms retreat
The desecration at his feet
Does no one understand?

Winter, summer, spring would fall
Ice and Fire burns us all
Please save, save the land

In the final days to come
The rising of a blood red sun
Its crimson fire lights the sky

As the final days go bye
How many children will have to die
How many tears
Will save,

                                               save the land.

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“Breast Fed”

I’m re-posting this because a couple of weeks ago my seventy-something year old mom was diagnosed with stage three breast cancer. When I wrote this some years back I tried to imagine the fear a woman would go through. Now I have felt it first hand. My father passed away right in front of me some 10 years ago. She is all my brother, sisters and I have left and our fear is real too. So today when she went into surgery we were there to hold her hand. Out of respect, out of love, and to let her know all the tears she wiped from our eyes and the band-aids she put on our hurts wasn’t for nothing. We love you mom…….

Author notes:

(Society is so shallow judging a persons beauty
By what’s on the outside rather than the inside
We are “Breast Fed” what to look for in a person
Woman are dying of breast cancer everyday,
both in reality and on the inside.
And it’s not just the cancer that’s killing them.
Society is so shallow)…..Peace Abel


“Breast Fed”


Thank you God, for not taking everything.

Maybe, just maybe, this wouldn’t be
happening if I had checked sooner.
Damn it! Why didn’t I check sooner!

But then, maybe’s are nothing
more than soiled bed sheets.
Sometimes, maybe’s
just end up on the floor
And have nothing to do with
a good nights sleep.

Until the doctor said
God, I never realized
just how scary that word was…


All the poets in the world couldn’t
put a sugar-coating on it
to make it easier to swallow.

I saw the look on the doctor’s face.
I saw the look in your eyes,
but I felt the pain in my stomach.
I wanted to throw up –
It felt like my heart had exploded.

I knew how you felt.
I could see it,
I could feel it.
When we joked about my hair loss,
I could feel you wincing inside.
I looked “cute in a hat,”
You would say. I was “still
The Most Beautiful Woman in the World,”
to you.

Would I ever be a woman again?
Would I ever feel like a woman again?
If you could see,
If you could feel,
How it’s tearing me up inside.
I am so tired of crying.

You loved the way I looked
in those low cut dresses.
You loved the way I looked
in my bathing suit.
Sure, I didn’t have the body
of a model, but I did have
the body of a WOMAN!

Now I feel like
I’m taking it away from you.
You married a woman –
A whole woman.

I know how you feel
because I was born a woman,
a whole woman.
Now, I feel like
I’m going to die
less than that.

I don’t want to die.
So, I have to sacrifice
a part of me
To live.

I just don’t care anymore.
If living with one breast means
living, than I want to live.
But please, don’t tell me
I have to live without you, too.
I love you –
You made me feel so much
like a Woman.

Why did I need someone
to make me feel like a woman?
Why do I need anyone
to make me feel like a woman?
I’m still the same person –

I remember how you would hold my hand,
how you would squeeze it so softly,
and smile. How nothing else mattered,
Just US.

But you’re gone.
Where are you?
Why aren’t you here?

I’m lying here
on this hospital bed –
I feel so alone.
Ready to have my breast removed,
a part of me,
because I want to live,
because I’m a woman,
on the inside.
The same woman.

My eyes are so heavy,
I’m starting to fall asleep.
The nurses are here,
It’s time.
I can’t stay awake.

I feel something,
someone kiss my forehead.
I hear something,
someone is whispering in my ear.
“I’m sorry I’m late.
I realized how much I love you.
You will always be the only
Woman in my life.”
I feel someone squeeze my hand,
“I’ll be here when you awaken.”

Thank you God…
For not taking Everything…

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Eric came into this world
Different but the same
On the day his mother gave him life
He was hooked on crack cocaine

But it doesn’t really matter
Which drug his mother used
When you pass it to your child
It’s physical abuse

Eric screamed his first breath
As his mother’s cord was snipped
They took away his lifeline
They took away his fix

Eric’s mother didn’t seem to care
As they took her child away
She would have sold him for a bag of dope
If she could have figured out a way

She couldn’t wait to leave that place
To get on with her old life
To get back on the streets again
She just needed to get high

We scream abortion’s murder
Yet another way we fail
Is when the mother of this child
Never spent one night in jail

Just because her child’s living
With a fate she did decide
His brain’s been badly damaged
And it’s a fight just to survive

“Eric did get lucky
He found a family
But most become
Wards of the state
Lost to society”

So when you hold your sign up
To protest rights to life
Make sure that you remember
All Gods children in this fight

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Mouthful of Blues



It was one of those nights…

The moon was on a stake-out
With the stars.
The night was bright,
I was dark,
Trying to figure out
Where the next dime
Was coming from.

The bills were starving,
The kids were hungry,
I was a failure.
It’s so hard facing the family
When they’re looking at you.
I worked hard,
Just couldn’t keep up.
Sucker punched by life.

Everything seemed to break —
Except me,
Couldn’t afford to.
Tonight though —
I could find the strength,
Accomplish something.

Wife and kids would take it hard,
But life is hard.
Just one shot–
I could taste the bluing on the barrel.
How much could it hurt?
How much hurt would it take away?
Why did it have to be so bright tonight?

The moon is watching.
I know he is,
Waiting to get his hands on me.
Something caught my eye,
A reflection in the moonlight.
Something shiny
On the ground.

Hell, I might as well see what it is —
I bent down to pick it up.
A goddamn dime.

I laughed outloud,
Threw the shotgun in the shed,
Put the dime in my pocket.

It was one of those nights…

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Life’s Swell



It’s not that there’s 
too much salt in the sea. 
There’s just not enough water:


As I stand upon the rocks, I see
the ocean’s swell surrounding me.
It’s hard for me to stay on track
when I can’t go forward,
I must step back.


I can’t go back, my past is done,
it’s in the bag, it’s why I run.

I can’t relive the misery.

I’ll take my chance, I’ll part the sea,
The ocean’s swell surrounding me. 

I’ll dive right in, I’ll sink or swim,
at least I’ll know, I tried again.

At least I’ll know, I chose my end.
But I’ve been told that life begins
with Choices.

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Pieces of me



A gentle cool breeze
Fell light upon my ear
Nourishing a dying rose
With incidental tears

Once thought dead to me
Ones cast away with fear
Plunging onto jagged rock
Now clouds of hope appear


Sometimes renders
Visions clearly seen
Words of understanding
Pirouette on what they mean

Upon fragile ice
I step with caution’s heed
So’s not to drown in sorrow
When air is what I need


Befall us
Unsure of what to feel
Not wanting the uncertainties
No matter their appeal

Must come slowly
Turned within a potter’s hand
A masterpiece before us
After firing will stand


I wish
I were love’s mason
I would mend your tragedy
And fill your gaps of emptiness
With little bits of me

I would
Sew a smile on your face
If handy with the thread
But a kiss is all I offer
And a brighter road ahead……………….

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