Itty-bitty Persian kitty,
You're so small, soft and pretty.
You sit and watch all you can.
Fit right in the palm of my hand,
Little Persian kitty cat,
Where the heck are you at?
You're always playing hide 'n seek,
Getting sillier week to week.
You're the cutest little kitten,
Feel just like a fuzzy mitten.
A fluffy, fuzzy ball of fur,
Always causing such a stir.
I love to watch you chase your ball,
When I roll it down the hall.
You use your paws to claw at things,
Fingers, toys and dangling strings.
You have a funny little mug,
It's scrunchy like a feline pug.
You barely weigh an ounce or two,
Pounce on everything that moves.
I'm not sure how big you'll get.
You'll never be the biggest pet.
I just pray you'll always stay,
Cute and cuddly and like to play.
My itty-bitty feline friend,
I'll love you dearly, thick or thin.
And when you've grown old and fat,
You'll still be my favorite cat.
Copyright © August 2011
Kevin Mooney
kmm001
082811
To whom it may concern:
Bury my bones on 'Ole Boot Hill,
Down El Paso way.
I'm at the end of life's lonesome trail,
I'm saying goodbye today.
I've ridden many dusty roads,
I've killed a man or two.
The way I see it, I suppose,
My time's 'bout overdue.
I've outrun my share of lawman,
Escaped many a mess.
I've outdrawn lesser gunmen,
Was faster then all the rest.
I been lucky up to now,
Life's been good to me.
The time's come now to bid farewell,
I do so honorably.
Bury me up on 'Ole Boot Hill,
With my Colt 45.
Lay me in my spurs and heals,
Arms crossed, not at my side.
No need for tears, no need to pray,
Just a board or stone,
Not in too shallow a grave.
To rest my weary bones.
Bury me up on 'Ole Boot Hill,
Before my flesh decays.
As for any parting words,
Here's what they should say:
In this grave are 'Ole Pete's bones,
The fastest gun these parts have known.
Spent most his life on the run.
He finally met a faster gun.
Copyright © August 2011
Kevin Mooney
kmm001
082511
Consummate tale of selfish pride,
Illustrious conflict between two sides.
Vivien brought Scarlett O'Hara to life,
Insane jealousy caused Melanie strife.
Lusted for Ashley Wilkes real bad.
Wanted things she could not have.
Architectural plantation gems,
Ravaged by General Sherman's men.
Emancipation yet proclaimed,
Reconstruction's post-war pain.
Atlanta's heart set afire,
Confederates lost that burning desire.
Laden with coquettish scorn,
Aristocratic southern charm.
Scarlett fought for Tara's sake,
Shunned advances Butler would make.
Iconic Gable, Leigh embrace,
Catatonic Scarlett face.
Frankly Rhett didn't give a damn,
In the end, proved the better man.
Left Scarlett to fend another day,
Made "Fiddle Dee Dee" quote cliche.
Copyright © August 2011
Kevin Mooney
kmm001
082411
Here's a list for consideration.
Familiar to our generation.
Thoughts, ideas and inspirations.
Events that influenced our nation.
A cavalcade of imagination,
100 years of innovation,
Ferris Wheels,
Automobiles.
Newsreels.
Frozen Meals,
Airplanes,
High Speed Trains,
Restaurant Chains,
Acid rains
Radios,
Picture shows,
TV shows,
Videos.
World Wars
Chain stores.
Price wars
Nuclear cores,
Elevators,
Escalators,
Percolators,
Calculators.
IBM's
M&M's,
Internet,
Ethernet,
TVs
PCs.
CD's
DVDs.
Ice Cream Cones,
Telephones,
Styrofoam,
Cell Phones.
Electric scooters.
Computers,
Rocket ships,
Space trips.
Cruise Ships,
Radar blips,
Microwaves,
Cellophane.
Traffic lanes,
Modern cranes,
Youtube,
Jiffy Lube,
Elmer's Glue,
Rubik's Cube,
Post-it notes,
Umbrella totes,
Speed boats,
Women's votes.
Movie Screens,
Trampolines,
Gasoline,
Listerine,
Football,
Carnegie Hall,
Dirigibles,
Remote Control,
Rock 'n Roll,
Rap and Soul.
Crayons,
Digital Songs.
Think about what's appeared,
In the last 100 years.
I'm sure that there's a whole lot more,
You never thought about before.
I wonder what the list will be,
In the next century.
Copyright © August 2011
Kevin Mooney
kmm001
082011
Thank you Mel for giving us,
A thousand fond memories.
You were so many voices,
On all our early TVs.
Mr. Spacely from The Jetsons,
Barney Rubble to name a few.
Captain Caveman, Heathcliff, Tom Cat,
Woody Woodpecker, too.
Of all the toons that you crooned,
The one's we most adored.
Were all those famous LooneyToons,
We watched on Saturday morn.
Shhh...Be Berwy, Berwy Quiet,
The name is Elma Fudd
I'm auways hunting Wabbits.
Be quiet if you could.
Therwe pesky wittle queatures,
But one espeshewy.
Dat 'ole Bugs Bunny Wabbit,
Is berwy rascawy,
Munchin' on his cawots,
Aweways wants to pway.
Evwy time I twy to shoot him,
He seems to swip away.
I know I'w get him dis time,
Just you wait a see.
Shhh...Be Berwy Quiet,
Wabbits are my speshwulty.
Well sufffferin, succatash,
As Sylvester cat would say,
He's always prowlin somewhere,
Beneath Tweety Bird's cage.
Tweety on the other hand,
Likes to talk and swing.
He never seems too concerned,
Loves everyone and thing.
God bless Tweety's Granny,
With her trusted broom.
It helps and comes in handy,
When Sylvester's in the room.
Mee Meep, there goes The Road Runner,
With the coyote after him,
It's old Wiley Coyote,
And another Acme mayhem.
Speedy Gonzales, amazed all of us,
With his bursts and grace.
I always wondered who would win,
If he and Road Runner raced.
Fog Horn Leg Horn, that big blow hard,
Sounded like W.C. Fields.
You'd think a rooster ruling a barnyard.
Was such a great big deal.
Daffy Duck seemed out of luck,
With Bugs Bunny around.
If not for Bugs, Daffy might wear,
The WB Cartoon crown.
Yosemite Sam was a wanted man,
With mustache, guns and hat.
He never caught that dang varment,
Ended up on truck mud flaps.
Now Porky Pig, you gotta love him,
He's my favorite Loon.
I love the classic way he ends,
Each LooneyTune cartoon.
Bda, bda, bda,..that's all Folks.
Thanks Mr. Blanc.
Copyright © August 2011
Kevin Mooney
kmm001
081511
I often lay and watch you breath,
Ever so gently, while you sleep.
I think about,
The life we've had,
The love we've shared,
How far we've come, together.
As I lay and watch you,
I thank God you're my wife.
I then recount,
The day we met,
And can't forget,
How you've changed my life, forever.
When I lay there with you,
Tears well in my eyes.
I never dreamed,
Life could be,
So worry free,
Wonderful and fun, together.
As we lay side by side,
I think of you with humble pride.
I'm so glad that I'm alive.
To have you to always confide.
I thank God that you're my bride.
It's been a very special ride, together.
As I lay next to you,
Life just seems so right.
The future looks so bright.
Our boys have grown,
They'll soon leave home,
Once again we'll be alone,
To live out life on our own, together.
Copyright © August 2011
Kevin Mooney
kmm001
080411
Aug 6, 2011, KABUL, Afghanistan (AP) — 30 American service members — 22 of them elite Navy SEALs — died Saturday when their Chinook helicopter was shot down about 60 miles southwest of Kabul...
This is dedicated to those that died. This is an acrostic...
Coalition US led,
Operation, 30 dead.
Political patriotic pawns,
Typical post Islamic palm.
Every parents' worst nightmare,
Reprehensive cursed warfare.
Did they die needlessly?
Obama please, can't you see.
Will you end the suffering?
Now's the time, don't you agree?
Osama drama still at hand,
Segregate the Kali-ban.
American special service plan,
Militia's sacrificial lamb.
Anti-aircraft missile toll,
Single shot south of Kabul.
Rest in peace young sacred sons,
Eternal sleep's the prize you won.
Vindication now in hand?
Evacuate Afghanistan.
Navy Seal Team Six's song,
Gallantry, right or wrong.
Elite soldier's solstice psalm.
Copyright © August 2011
Kevin Mooney
kmm001
080811
Ever wonder where you'll be,
When the time has come?
What you'd hear, what you'd see,
When your time is done?
What if you met God today?
Would you know what to say?
Do you think you'd know his face?
Would he seem out of place?
What if Jesus passed you by,
On the street? If he said hi?
Do you think you'd know it was him?
Short, heavy, tall or thin?
Do you think he'd say hello?
Extend his hand, chat then go?
What do you suppose he'd think of this place?
Would he be proud or disgraced?
Would you even recognize,
The sad, pained look in his eyes?
Do you think you would see,
If the future is to be?
One thing's certain, He'll come one day.
He'll walk among us in a normal way.
He'll probably be like you or I.
Blend right in, a regular guy.
He'll see how we have come to be,
A self-absorbed society.
Concerned mostly for ourselves,
With little regard for anyone else.
I'm sure he'll bow his head in shame.
Find himself the one to blame.
He'll recognize those good things.
Acknowledge pain and suffering.
And when it's finally time to leave,
He'll take with him those who believe.
Those who've prospered at others' expense,
Will cower at his omnipotence.
In the end, come judgement time,
It's in the heart that most men find,
The humility, truth, faith and love.
That comes from trust in God above.
Ever wonder where you'll be?
When that time does come?
Ever wonder if you'll be,
Among God's chosen ones?
Copyright © August 2011
Kevin Mooney
kmm001
080411
Oh Derek, De Captain, what a legacy you'll leave;
You've been a force, a mighty work horse, since you entered the league.
As the end draws near to your storied career, one that's now in year 16.
Relish the milestones you've achieved, and glorious cheers you've received.
Oh Derek, Our Captain, it's hard to believe,
It's been this long, oh how could it be.
One day the world will look back and agree,
It was how you played the game.
Oh Derek, De Captain, you've earned your degree;
You've lived a life of luxury, royalty, what you yearned to be.
You're now the who many long to be, a prodigy, a pedigree.
Some may call it destiny, that you're a New York Yankee.
Oh Derek, Our Captain, you're many a fave,
Fans will recount the years you played,
No one will question what you gave,
Your dedication, passion or name.
Oh Derek, Oh Captain, this may or may not be it.
Take a few moments and sit. Relax and enjoy it a bit.
No one will question your intensity, passion, emotion or grit.
What fans may remember most, is your historic three thousandth hit.
Oh Derek, Oh Captain, how can it be?
There's never be another in your company.
You're now in the exclusive club of three.
The very first New York Yankee.
Oh Derek, Team Captain, careful, don't bend;
You're the team leader, comrade and friend. Keep on pushing as hard as you can.
Baseball's been played since most don't know when. Careers eventually end.
Nobody plays the game forever, but in spirit, legacies can.
Oh Derek, Oh Captain, keep living your dream.
Future generations will remember your name.
You've made your mark in America's game.
You're destined for The Hall of Fame.
Copyright © August 2011
Kevin Mooney
kmm001
080311
