Ode to the Nowhere Man"Ad hoc, ad loc and quid pro quo!So little time, so much to know!"To quote the little Nowhere Man,Alone inside his Nowhere LandIs it peaceful there, Jeremy?In your Nowhere, seeking clarity?Your face is blue, expression always merry,Your lips as red as sun-ripened cherries.You always smile so genuinely,While seeking knowledge infinitely,Jeremy Hillary B, PhD,Scientist esteemed in the highest degree,He's fluffy and plushy, like a bunny,Little and sunny, a darling honey,Would you like to see the Somewhere someday?Leaving your Nowhere far away?Would you go with me, Nowhere Man?Let's take the yellow sub to Pepperland,Across the seas of Holes and Green,And all the spaces in-between.You helped the Beatles stop the gloom,That sentenced Pepperland to doom,I have to say, that was pretty grand,For someone scared and with no plan.Jeremy Hillary B, Scholar, Poet, PhD,I must confess, I can attest-you're the only man for me.You had always been right there,When I was lost an
Some Emotional VentingThirteen years ago there was a little girlShe was happy 'cause she had her mom and a daddy, even if he wasn't her own,She had brothers and two tiny kittens,She had the kids at school to play with,And the best part of allShe didn't know she didn't had a chanceSome space in time long ago, there was a little girlWho didn't know that abuse didn't just mean hittingThat couldn't conceive injustice quite yet,Didn't know that to some people she may well not even be humanAnd she was happier for it, because she didn't worry about thatA couple years later, that girl got older,And a little bit wiser,But worse than that, she got more and more and more hurtBy the people at school,The people who should know better and most of all,By the people who weren't there anymoreI wish I could go back in time and meet that little girl again.I wish I could hug her tight (if she'd let me) and tell her not to change,Never, never change.I'd tell her that it's a gift to be who she is now, because
AugustHe was born in the middle of AugustTo a chorus of cicadas who sung his nameAnd a mother who praised him and cooedHe was born on a day when the sun was high and ripe and golden like the apples of Greek mythAnd nobody cared about how smart he was or how good-looking, or how well he sung-They only cared that he was there and that he was safe.He grew older on a day in SeptemberWhen the children shuffle back to school in a funeral procession for their lost summers,And the world began to show its age and that it, too, was fragile.His mother shook her head at his antics,But she still loved him, and she always would,Even if he was different, and even though he wasn’t as beautiful and didn’t sing as wellAs all of his brothers and sisters,Because he was there, and he was safeHe grew bitter in deep OctoberWhen the world grew dim and cold,And the only light comes from Jack O’Lantern’s grins and a child’s enthusiasmWhen the sky can threaten snow or pro
HypnotizeHush, baby-darling go to sleep;Look into my eyes and feel yourself creepInto an abyss of eternal joyYou'll be my happy, mindless little toy,Quiet little lamby, fall into my arms,I swear little angel child, you're safe from any harm.Just say your bedtime prayers, my pet, rest your weary headLet the calm wash over you, like the river of the dead.Silence, sleepy little tot, there's no need to fight.You've fallen in my spider web, you're mine now-goodnight.