BUMPER STICKER OF THE DAY

Thanks to weeweed@The Conservative TreeHouse

HAS SUCCESS HIT ME YET?

Success may elude us,

I often ask why?

Some people have it,

While others just try.

If, Dues, are the subject,

Are they just a debt?

Or do all have to pay them

With tears, blood, and sweat!

I look at some people,

Have the world on a string.

Are they happy? Successful?—

The thought begs the question…does success leave a sting?

Success…is it felt?

Or a matter of mind?

Is it a label that’s given?

To those who seem kind.

An Einstein? An Edison?

A Christian Dior?

A genius, inventor,

A label for sure.

Will I feel successful?

Sometime, I should bet.

Who will tell me I am?

Has success hit me yet?

Will I see it? Or know it?

To hold in my hand?—

A plaque may be given

For those who do grand!

Is success in the mind?

Is it found in the heart?

Is this what success is?

Or…can I just play the part!

 

Altitude Adjustment 2012

Keri Heat 1982

GRANDPA WAS A PREACHER

When he wasn’t crisscrossing

The United States,

On highways, some on rock or dirt,

And some on Gospel Faith

He’d fix a screen door…

Paint the porch out back–

My Grandpa was a Preacher,

The Reverend, Brother Mac—

I trailed him through the basement,
Past boxes to his old workbench,
He was always humming hymns…
Ah… there it is… a big pipe wrench.

I followed him, up the steps
Out the slanted door
Out Into the small backyard,
The backyards…lined up in a row.

Back upstairs, I followed him,
Humming, all the time.
Some I didn’t recognize, but this?
    “Heavenly Sunshine”

On the floor I sat, legs crossed,
While I watch him, fix the sink.

He was humming, At The Cross.

I guess it helps him think.

I think it is a preaching thing,,,

His mind, some thoughts, they cross

He grabbed a pen, at his study desk,

Jot down some notes… before their lost.

We drove Aunt Betty to the store.

She got back in. He locks the door.

We take a drive…”Is it raining here?”

Grandpa says, “That’s the Jersey Shore!”

I like it here... new car smell. 

                                                     

Big whitewall tires, New Oldsmobile—

Soon…back home…he’ll drive me there—

If…you love someone…its not quite fair—

No humming...left the air empty.

Empty.

I found his notes…his thoughts aren’t lost.

I can faintly hear…

Jesus Saves…and sometimes,

Beneath the Cross.

Keri Heat

AUTO PARTS—IN STOCK

Jimmy needs some auto parts,

Cause Jimmy broke his car,

He hit that ditch by Sink’n Creek,

And shoved the wheel up, pretty far.



Jimmy says, this walk’n…this is for the birds.

Jimmy calls ol’ Junior,

Well Junior, already heard…

Jimmy wrecked at Sink’n Creek an walk’n is for birds.

Hey Junior, will ya drive me down,

To Curly Joe’s, there just in town,

I got a get some parts and quick,

I got a date with a real cute chick… gotta have my car.

ANSEN RAT ROD-BAD BREAK



Hey Curly, I need a five bolt Rat Rod wheel,

I need it quick and…I needs a deal.

Curly says, Jimmy— Wheels…twenty sixty five       ($20.65)

Trouble is Jim; I’m outta wheels, no jive.

C’mon Junior, will run on down to Slick’s

If we’re fast, we’ll catch him, he closes up at six.

Seen ‘em in his window, he’s got maybe four pair,

But ya gotta watch Slick’s prices; make sure he treats ya fair.

Hey Slick…

I need an Anson Rat Rod wheel, what’s the cost to me?

Jim, I got em up front and, they’re thirty eighty three           ($30.83)

Wow Slick–    Curly only charges, twenty sixty five.                          ($20.65)

Well Jimmy, ya better hurry, sounds like Curly is your man—

But Slick… Curly doesn’t have em in stock, which I don’t understand.—

Then Jimmy…Curly is no deal son…and I kid you not, no jive,

When we don’t have those wheels in stock, they’re only sixteen ninety five!    ($16.95)

Keri Heat
Hey Rudy, Thanks

VAINGLORIOUS?

The cook called him “Vainglorious”

To be sure, he’s now notorious.

He sat and drank…Is he a curse?

The ship—   Sat and sank…wait…It gets worse.

After...on a tilting deck,

He slipped in to a bright orange vest,

Comfy now, and by some stroke,

He fell in to the ships life boat.

While others, going, not knowing where,

It is frightening in the pitch black air,              

Freezing cold, no where to hold…

Screaming HELP! Gasping! Just be bold.

WHERE IS THE CAPTAIN? for it’s been told

They are brave, yes! It’s been told,

Women…Children…Hurry! Fast!

A ships “brave” Captain is always last.

Vainglorious, VAINGLORIOUS?

If the captain, was, the first to flee,

Left others, in the cold, black sea,

There’s some mistake… this just can’t be,

He Stinks like yellow—    Like yellow pee.

A Brave Captain never, ever…leaves,

Leaves others just to drown,

A Captain has to take command,

Help others off…there are lives at hand!

Captain leaves first? You’re not a man—

Coward! Murderer!...you left them...be,

It smells, you know…Yellow…

You left them...Be.

Keri Heat

ONE KNEE DOWN

Just a thought

On that 80 yard toss,

You know…the Tebow bomb

And his One Knee Down.

If the One Knee Down

Spins the toss some further,

Then Tim shan’t have one

Without the other…

Or could he,

Throw the bomb,

With or without,

The One Knee Down.

Some people think,

It’s all a show,

Like Sir Charles…

Well frankly, does he know?

Sir Charles’ head is in some other place,

Can he see or judge from there?

You know, with your head… in a tight…small…space,

Ah…there is no room for hair…

Other players do the end zone strut

They shake and point and prance,

So what is wrong with One Knee Down?

Versus that of a “Heisman Stance”.

Timmy and his One Knee Down,

It’s made some players frown

I’ve heard this smack and trash talk, but…

It makes THEM look like clowns…

Tebow’s arm is what it is,

His legs, their where it’s at,

Nope, no trash talks here,

'Cause the numbers pound the facts!

It is Tim’s way of thanking GOD,

For a life and mind that’s nimble,

For being who he is, this day,

HIS image, he resembles.

And you know...

Even though, the Bronco’s lose,

And some fans wear a frown,

Tim still wins, because he thanks his God,

And he still puts, One Knee Down! 

Keri Heat                             

WE FIX CARS FOR FREE

I am here to do a service,

To keep the proud car owner glad,

But, to lower rates…do stuff for free

Can be very, very, bad.

If YOU could get “Ma Bell”,

And the electric company,

To give me all their services,

And give them to me free,

Then I will fix your car,

Make it purr and shine with gloss,

Yes… I will work my magic,

Even at my loss.

If by chance I charge TO HIGH!

On the work I’ve done so far,

Then I’ll pay you…yes! I’ll pay you,

Just so I can fix your car.

And…if it just so happens,

That YOU can’t come across,

The shop keys…are in the top, left drawer…

'Cause tomorrow you’re the BOSS.                                      June 12, 1986… Keri Heat