Advance directive to my survivors

Advance directive to my survivors:
We all know I'm next in line for dying,
So I wanna let you know what I wish.
My advance directive will be like this:
If I try to dance, please let me fall down.
If I need a hand, I'll ask you for one.
If I say enough, it will mean enough.
If I fall asleep, please don't wake me up.
If I can't feed myself, please don't feed me.
If I can't breathe myself, don't breathe for me.
If I don't recall you, don't mistreat me.
Knowing who you are might be beneath me.
I might by then be on to higher things,
Like an angel, off looking for some wings.
 
11.30.2023

I gotta do something that’s gonna hurt

I gotta do something that’s gonna hurt.
Dreading being immersed in ash & dirt.
Could I just put it off till tomorrow,
Like maybe borrow on my own sorrow?
Or yours? There are hard things we've had to do,
Obligatories we've found our ways through.
They mighta hurt our hearts, not just our limbs,
But we've had some mighty hurts that lingered.
I gotta do it, nobody else can.
Dreading it a while, it’s time I began
& afterward I’ll get everything clean,
Dust to dust to no dust including me.
Ashes to ashes, it’s universal.
Cleaning the wood boiler? Just rehearsal!

11.15.2023

Jewel's Jammies sonnet by @janniegramza

 

To wear the comfy clothes of one you love

Who is no longer with you on this Earth

Is like a hug delivered from above 

To warm your heart for everything it’s worth 

I saw you wear these sleep pants all the time

Jack Skellingtons from Walmart or Tarjay

Morning, noon or night, whatever time

They were so you, they are so you today

I think of you & miss you constantly 

Especially at your favorite time of year

When goblins, ghosts & witches all fly free

And all the signs say Enter If You Dare

I keep you close by wearing Halloween

Year-round in jammies you bequeathed to me.

10.08.2024

Seymour tronnet 7 in one blow

There once was a Grimm story we were told
about a poor but confident fellow
claiming of slaying 7 in one blow,
stitched it on his belt like a rodeo!
It was 7 flies, not men (still impressed --
7 would have taken me a minute
I guess, even with my eyes at their best,
Not 7 in one shot like he did it).
So in my memory dude brags around,
Which manages to game himself some ground
Until he runs into some giant clowns
who kick his loser ass down fuckin town.
Moral of the story, deceits & lies
in the end don't gain you a better life.
 
But it turns out I recalled it all wrong.
That dude didn't have no downfall at all.
He tricks his way into fame & riches
& ends up marrying him a princess.
People fear but just can't get rid of him
& ultimately he gets to be King.
Some moral! How did I change the whole thing
into how truth & justice trump fake bling?
Working as a Bristol Mountain liftie
it was quite comical to those on skis
seeing me swat flies, pt-tchhh! with my hat
against the plexiglass, mofos take that!
I busted that hat up wouldn't you know,
but I never got 7 in one blow.

02.10.2024

What is a sonnet but a scribbled verse – by @janniegramza

What is a sonnet but a scribbled verse
That just happened to pop into your head?
Written down by my me, or my twin, or worse
Based on a dream or what you may have said
Read from the back page of a paper, say,
or making it up as I write it down
Seen on a restroom door in Alex Bay
Counting syllables as I drive through town
Echoes of Edna poems read as kids
Stored away somehow in our twin-shaped brain
Memories we forgot were so well hid
That some sprout back like mushrooms after rain
I don't get the process, to be honest
I'm just here to learn to write a thronnet.

Seymour Rap Throwdown Sonnet 1 (double tronnet)

  

Did you know you could write a rap sonnet?

Just change up the rhythm a little bit.

Got a spectrum brain it might be helpful,

Get some structure and let me be myself.

It’s a classical mode of expression

Better men than me went that direction.

I believe everyone’s on the spectrum.

Tell you what, apologies cost nothing.

Throw down a sonnet, throw down every day,

14 lines to say what you wanna say.

Dante, Edna—you’re in good company.

It don’t need to be priceless, it’s for-free.

Throw down and someday they might forgive you.

And if you think in sonnets, I’m with you.

 

I like to think in syllables & rhymes

Say what I wanna say in 14 lines.

Or 28 if I wanna say more,

I call a double sonnet a Seymour.

Throw one down and release your emotions,

Playing with syllables & rhymes. Maybe 

Need to drain your brain, it’s a solution.

Jewel would say there’s a reason sonnets be.

Shakespeare rocked & maybe they were a woman

Didn’t care if anyone preserved em.

Now you can throw it down up in the cloud, 

Or send it here and I’ll say it out loud 

Throw down, never know, it might outlive you.

And if you think in sonnets, I’m with you.

 

07.26.2023

Long day at the ER waiting for care

Long day at the ER waiting for care

For my love; it wasn’t our first time there.

She finally got a bed, hadn’t eaten.

Everything closed except middle eastern

& all they had left was some baklava,

5 bucks, I bought it to bring back to her.

Pull into the lot, a stooped old lady

Knocked on my window, said she was hungry.

I gave her my pack of smokes & some cash,

But she looked thru my window for a stash

Of some victuals or something for her thirst.

I said sorry, gotta put my wife first.

Buzzed in with my paper bag to the back,

She tasted it & threw it in the trash.

 

11.06.2023