Monday, November 30, 2009
REBEL - a poem in five parts
by Ryn Gargulinski
i.
if all my pets
rebelled they could
easily kill me – with their
dog claws their
rat scratch their
catalog of teeth – a fat
lizard who might
suck out my
eyes.
ii.
uppers downers cocaine meth –
heroin crack and PCP – all
rebellion – against the will
to live.
iii.
james dean was a
rebel without a cause my friend
dave was a rebel without a
house – while sweet
dean seemed so sexy in his
studly leather angst my friend
dave became
bedraggled began
to smell.
iv.
I shaved thick
rebellious lines on the
side of my
head but the lines were not
parallel and I looked
like an idiot.
v.
if all my pets
rebelled they could
easily kill me – and so
could an angry batch of
kids.
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i.
if all my pets
rebelled they could
easily kill me – with their
dog claws their
rat scratch their
catalog of teeth – a fat
lizard who might
suck out my
eyes.
ii.
uppers downers cocaine meth –
heroin crack and PCP – all
rebellion – against the will
to live.
iii.
james dean was a
rebel without a cause my friend
dave was a rebel without a
house – while sweet
dean seemed so sexy in his
studly leather angst my friend
dave became
bedraggled began
to smell.
iv.
I shaved thick
rebellious lines on the
side of my
head but the lines were not
parallel and I looked
like an idiot.
v.
if all my pets
rebelled they could
easily kill me – and so
could an angry batch of
kids.
See more Rynski poetry at RynRules.com or http://www.scribd.com/rynski
Rebel without a Clue
by Andrew Ulanowski
I put on a uniform and I even took an oath
To defend my country and the Constitution
Against all enemies foreign and domestic.
They let me in (despite my lack of education)
And they told me I was to follow orders
Or find myself in jail for a long, long time.
I shook a little in my boots and did as I was told,
Ironing my underwear in perfect 6 inch squares
So I could be a bett(Silly)er Soldier.
One day I went to the flight line as I did most everyday
And the people in charge tried to put me in harm’s way,
Telling me I should do this and that and the other thing.
The things that they were asking were foolish and dangerous
Designed to make Disabled Veterans out of Silly Soldiers.
I refused. (Silly Soldier!)
They took me behind the bulding at work
And proceeded to threaten me with physical harm.
I stood my ground know(hope)ing they were bluffing.
And they were.
They finally decided that it was time for me to go to jail.
They really thought they had me there.
But I just laughed and said,
“Send me to jail; you’ll all still be idiots
And I will have three hots and a cot
Plus all of my limbs.”
(And I won’t have to lis(ten hut!) to your crap
I thought to myself.)
They muttered to themselves
And probably gave the assignment
To someone else who was still ironing their
Undies in those same perfect squares,
6 inches to a side, shaking in their boots
Not knowing that their loyalty
Would probably cost them an arm and a leg.
See more Ulanowski poetry, under the nom de plume Raul Aqua - and submit your own writing to the site! - at http://www.scribd.com/Raul Aqua
I put on a uniform and I even took an oath
To defend my country and the Constitution
Against all enemies foreign and domestic.
They let me in (despite my lack of education)
And they told me I was to follow orders
Or find myself in jail for a long, long time.
I shook a little in my boots and did as I was told,
Ironing my underwear in perfect 6 inch squares
So I could be a bett(Silly)er Soldier.
One day I went to the flight line as I did most everyday
And the people in charge tried to put me in harm’s way,
Telling me I should do this and that and the other thing.
The things that they were asking were foolish and dangerous
Designed to make Disabled Veterans out of Silly Soldiers.
I refused. (Silly Soldier!)
They took me behind the bulding at work
And proceeded to threaten me with physical harm.
I stood my ground know(hope)ing they were bluffing.
And they were.
They finally decided that it was time for me to go to jail.
They really thought they had me there.
But I just laughed and said,
“Send me to jail; you’ll all still be idiots
And I will have three hots and a cot
Plus all of my limbs.”
(And I won’t have to lis(ten hut!) to your crap
I thought to myself.)
They muttered to themselves
And probably gave the assignment
To someone else who was still ironing their
Undies in those same perfect squares,
6 inches to a side, shaking in their boots
Not knowing that their loyalty
Would probably cost them an arm and a leg.
See more Ulanowski poetry, under the nom de plume Raul Aqua - and submit your own writing to the site! - at http://www.scribd.com/Raul Aqua
Thursday, November 19, 2009
DOG IS GOD SPELLED BACKWARDS
the dog
chewed off his hind leg
not thinking twice not
thinking just doing it sort of
the way I moved to New York
or the way they perform abortions.
it’s easy not to think
that’s the easy part I often
meditate in traffic going the wrong way
with my eyes closed someone told me
that was dangerous
after they stopped laughing.
It’s easy to think
of gloom & doom and the way
my gerbil’s neck snapped when
I threw him against the cage
after he bit me
an accident
I hid in my brother’s room.
it’s hard
to stay solid,
to stay still, to keep hold
of the air when you are hissing
above the sunset or clunking
below the coal mines with a sickening thud
usually reserved for old men getting hit by cabs
or an old broad’s pocketbook, just don’t call her a broad,
or other things you are sorry for
that had to happen anyway.
-Ryn Gargulinski, 2001
chewed off his hind leg
not thinking twice not
thinking just doing it sort of
the way I moved to New York
or the way they perform abortions.
it’s easy not to think
that’s the easy part I often
meditate in traffic going the wrong way
with my eyes closed someone told me
that was dangerous
after they stopped laughing.
It’s easy to think
of gloom & doom and the way
my gerbil’s neck snapped when
I threw him against the cage
after he bit me
an accident
I hid in my brother’s room.
it’s hard
to stay solid,
to stay still, to keep hold
of the air when you are hissing
above the sunset or clunking
below the coal mines with a sickening thud
usually reserved for old men getting hit by cabs
or an old broad’s pocketbook, just don’t call her a broad,
or other things you are sorry for
that had to happen anyway.
-Ryn Gargulinski, 2001
Monday, November 16, 2009
THUMP
By Ryn Gargulinski
some things are
better off dead – like
anger resentment a
cockroach a king – but not
so
for the
bunny by
the
road – you’d
think with
all their
animal Instincts – from
feeding to
breeding to
hopping from a
dog – they would
know when to
cross the
dang
street.
some things are
better off dead – like
anger resentment a
cockroach a king – but not
so
for the
bunny by
the
road – you’d
think with
all their
animal Instincts – from
feeding to
breeding to
hopping from a
dog – they would
know when to
cross the
dang
street.
Do I Have Something on My Face?
By Andrew Ulanowski
I’m the funny little bunny
with a runny, little nose.
This look of mine
is no mistake.
It’s something that
I chose.
Looking close
you’ll see I’m smart
or maybe that’s just brains.
It seems my new position
comes with lots of pains.
A day ago
I ran around
on little bunny feet.
Today
I seem to only
be running down the street.
But if you’re feeling sorry
don’t be forever blue.
Just wait a little while
and this will
happen to you too.
See more Ulanowski poetry, under the nom de plume Raul Aqua - and submit your own writing to the site! - at http://www.scribd.com/Raul Aqua
I’m the funny little bunny
with a runny, little nose.
This look of mine
is no mistake.
It’s something that
I chose.
Looking close
you’ll see I’m smart
or maybe that’s just brains.
It seems my new position
comes with lots of pains.
A day ago
I ran around
on little bunny feet.
Today
I seem to only
be running down the street.
But if you’re feeling sorry
don’t be forever blue.
Just wait a little while
and this will
happen to you too.
See more Ulanowski poetry, under the nom de plume Raul Aqua - and submit your own writing to the site! - at http://www.scribd.com/Raul Aqua
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
CHEZ WINDEX
The Housecleaning Poem
my house
thanks me
when I
clean it by
embracing
me with
sweetness
and not
smelling like
someone
died.
-Ryn Gargulinski.09.30.09
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my house
thanks me
when I
clean it by
embracing
me with
sweetness
and not
smelling like
someone
died.
-Ryn Gargulinski.09.30.09
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Saturday, September 12, 2009
LAWNBOY
watching grass grow may
be mundane but when you
spy the first
spudlets in their
soft, supple
sprouts six
days from reseeding
like it said on the
bag you get a thrill as each
little bud pops up – so
tender, so vernal, so
fragile – and not yet
discovered by the
dogs.
-Ryn Gargulinski.09.12.09
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be mundane but when you
spy the first
spudlets in their
soft, supple
sprouts six
days from reseeding
like it said on the
bag you get a thrill as each
little bud pops up – so
tender, so vernal, so
fragile – and not yet
discovered by the
dogs.
-Ryn Gargulinski.09.12.09
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Friday, September 11, 2009
CHASTISED
In the wake of the WTC disaster
I wasn’t born yet
for the Kennedy thing but this morning
on the 69th Street Pier I saw the
smoke billow out from the World Trade Center
across the way but chalked it up to
being no big deal since I had just
written a poem about pollution.
I found out
I was wrong.
It hit me first
at work
when I heard the news that a plane came
hijacked from Boston to New York and I thought
of my brother, although he lived in Boston several lives
ago, I wanted to know he was ok but
nothing was ok. Nothing was alright and then
the lady’s voice on 1010 declared the second
tower came town and that didn’t hit me yet
until I heard Manhattan now has
a new skyline...
I thought of my
drawings I must redo as I
answered the e-mails from frantic friends
still in Michigan typing in all caps
PLEASE TELL ME YOU’RE OK and it
hit me again
on the ride home on my bike
since my boss -- and the Senate -- declared it time to close after
hearing -- six times -- this is a national emergency and he
offered to drive all of us home, me and my bike if I
took off the tire and I was
about to accept when he
locked the keys in his car so I pedaled -- cautiously --
through the dampered streets, past another guy
on a bike wearing a bright white surgical mask and
thought, since I smoke, if I did the same thing I would feel
like a hypocrite I feel
we have a glimpse
of WWIII never mind Archduke
Ferdinand the Third or the shot heard round the world I just heard
the radio bleed that the Arabs on the West Bank
are handing out candy, they are having a party, saying that
God is good there is death in America,
the garden-shaped wuss we could all blame Bush
and hummus and indigo things but I don’t know enough to jab
or point political fingers -- I only know enough
to know that
I am scared
and I only know enough to hope that the
slumbering oaf we call a country
stirs itself awake enough
to rear its massive head
in prayer.
-Ryn Gargulinski.09.11.01
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I wasn’t born yet
for the Kennedy thing but this morning
on the 69th Street Pier I saw the
smoke billow out from the World Trade Center
across the way but chalked it up to
being no big deal since I had just
written a poem about pollution.
I found out
I was wrong.
It hit me first
at work
when I heard the news that a plane came
hijacked from Boston to New York and I thought
of my brother, although he lived in Boston several lives
ago, I wanted to know he was ok but
nothing was ok. Nothing was alright and then
the lady’s voice on 1010 declared the second
tower came town and that didn’t hit me yet
until I heard Manhattan now has
a new skyline...
I thought of my
drawings I must redo as I
answered the e-mails from frantic friends
still in Michigan typing in all caps
PLEASE TELL ME YOU’RE OK and it
hit me again
on the ride home on my bike
since my boss -- and the Senate -- declared it time to close after
hearing -- six times -- this is a national emergency and he
offered to drive all of us home, me and my bike if I
took off the tire and I was
about to accept when he
locked the keys in his car so I pedaled -- cautiously --
through the dampered streets, past another guy
on a bike wearing a bright white surgical mask and
thought, since I smoke, if I did the same thing I would feel
like a hypocrite I feel
we have a glimpse
of WWIII never mind Archduke
Ferdinand the Third or the shot heard round the world I just heard
the radio bleed that the Arabs on the West Bank
are handing out candy, they are having a party, saying that
God is good there is death in America,
the garden-shaped wuss we could all blame Bush
and hummus and indigo things but I don’t know enough to jab
or point political fingers -- I only know enough
to know that
I am scared
and I only know enough to hope that the
slumbering oaf we call a country
stirs itself awake enough
to rear its massive head
in prayer.
-Ryn Gargulinski.09.11.01
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Friday, May 08, 2009
Furry Friends File - week of 5/1
Never mind a bull in a china shop – one got loose from a cattle market in Ireland and ran through a nearby supermarket.
Surprisingly, the brawny beast took several beelines through the direct center of the aisles and didn’t knock into anything – until one guy tried to fend him off with a shopping cart.
That’s no bull.
Neither is the story about the Michigan Chihuahua who was swept away by a 70 mph wind gust. The teeny pup, named Tinker Bell, was carried about a mile over Dixie Highway. The owner hired a pet psychic to locate the windblown dog, who was still alive but kind of grungy.
This Furry Friends File was originally webcast on Rynski's Shattered Reality on Party934.com
Listen in every Friday at 7 p.m. EST for the newest news at Party934.com.
See more fun and funky stuff at www.ryngargulinski.com
Surprisingly, the brawny beast took several beelines through the direct center of the aisles and didn’t knock into anything – until one guy tried to fend him off with a shopping cart.
That’s no bull.
Neither is the story about the Michigan Chihuahua who was swept away by a 70 mph wind gust. The teeny pup, named Tinker Bell, was carried about a mile over Dixie Highway. The owner hired a pet psychic to locate the windblown dog, who was still alive but kind of grungy.
This Furry Friends File was originally webcast on Rynski's Shattered Reality on Party934.com
Listen in every Friday at 7 p.m. EST for the newest news at Party934.com.
See more fun and funky stuff at www.ryngargulinski.com
Gloom and Doom Balloon - week of 5/1
Only one unnatural death in Tucson, this past week, a 68-year-old man drowned in his backyard swimming pool.
Another death that touched Tucsonan’s hearts – and the hearts of anyone who knew him – was that of Tucson chess champion Landon Brownell, 19.
He was driving on Highway 99 in Bakersfield, California, when he fell asleep at the wheel and crashed into a eucalyptus tree.
Brownell was affectionately called “that kid with the suit” or “Suitkid” for his penchant for wearing a suit and tie to early tournaments. He nabbed individual and team chess honors while on the high school chess team, was home schooled, cared about people, was smart, funny and affectionate.
Another death that touched Tucsonan’s hearts – and the hearts of anyone who knew him – was that of Tucson chess champion Landon Brownell, 19.
He was driving on Highway 99 in Bakersfield, California, when he fell asleep at the wheel and crashed into a eucalyptus tree.
Brownell was affectionately called “that kid with the suit” or “Suitkid” for his penchant for wearing a suit and tie to early tournaments. He nabbed individual and team chess honors while on the high school chess team, was home schooled, cared about people, was smart, funny and affectionate.
Tales from the Freak Show - week of 5/1
Getting a good job, especially lately, is a drag. For some, getting paid for work already done can be downright painful. That is, if they cut off a finger because of it.
One union official in Serbia did just that – chopped off his finger and then ate it – as part of a protest against a textile plant that owed workers wages going back a few years.
The wire service story didn’t mention how the guy lopped off his finger or if the wages were ultimately paid, but it mention it was in protest of not having money to buy food to eat. And it did quote him as saying, “It hurt like hell.”
Speaking of hell, another guy, this one in a Nebraska prison, wanted to legally change his name to “Sinner.”
“Sinner Lawrence Bilskirner.”
Bilskirner said he wants the name in order to reflect his heathenism, while the judge who denied wanna-be-Sinner’s request had a different theory. He surmised the guy just wanted to change his name to help him evade cops in the future and get out of child support payments.
This Tales from the Freak Show was originally webcast on Rynski's Shattered Reality on Party934.com
Listen in every Friday at 7 p.m. EST for the newest news at Party934.com.
See more fun and funky stuff at www.ryngargulinski.com
One union official in Serbia did just that – chopped off his finger and then ate it – as part of a protest against a textile plant that owed workers wages going back a few years.
The wire service story didn’t mention how the guy lopped off his finger or if the wages were ultimately paid, but it mention it was in protest of not having money to buy food to eat. And it did quote him as saying, “It hurt like hell.”
Speaking of hell, another guy, this one in a Nebraska prison, wanted to legally change his name to “Sinner.”
“Sinner Lawrence Bilskirner.”
Bilskirner said he wants the name in order to reflect his heathenism, while the judge who denied wanna-be-Sinner’s request had a different theory. He surmised the guy just wanted to change his name to help him evade cops in the future and get out of child support payments.
This Tales from the Freak Show was originally webcast on Rynski's Shattered Reality on Party934.com
Listen in every Friday at 7 p.m. EST for the newest news at Party934.com.
See more fun and funky stuff at www.ryngargulinski.com
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