You Got That Right!
By: D.C. Butterfield
I once knew a feller who wore “stamper boots” and kept a street-fighters “scrapbook” whose favorite saying was, “You got that happy right big guy!” One time up at camp he sagely remarked that, “The bear sausage was barely grizzled and grizzly!” ‘Pon my soul! Shades of blunt-force word-trauma! Some folk have a natural “way” with words and some have a natural “go away” with them. Word meanings change – remember when a wrist-watch was hi-tek for its time (No pun intended!) and/or “contemporary” vs “modern”. Like, up at Coffee-Coffee the fellers used to ask for their coffee “Blaaak!” but now they all want it “Raaaaw!”, which is ‘Rogue Row’ for black! A hill of corn – One for the cutworm, one for the crow, one for the grub, and one to grow! You got that right! Life’s like that! Taberduker! If’n you follow that desirable desideratum you won’t ever be bereft …
Bereft
When you’re wrack and ruin
Strife’s scorpion still stings
The soothing Balm of Gilead
May come as angel wings,
If you’re wallowing in workload
From the way the balance swings
The simple scales of justice
May be swayed by angel wings,
If you’re weighed down by gossip
Worn thin by whisperings
Break free with an olive branch
As your token angel wings,
If you’re bereft of blessings
That beatitude oft brings
Each blessed benediction
Culminates in angel wings,
Meaningful measured murmurings
Crystal covering that clings
Ringing/singing of the spirit
The winnowing of angel wings!
D.C. Butterfield
Rogue Row – from my days as a kid rouging potato rows and/or pulling mustard and nettles in the hot humid heat. Character building! You got that right! Taberduker! Sometimes there’s roguery, sometimes it may seem as if a rogue elephant has crossed the page, sometimes it can be roguish. And, sometimes like the old-time weaver’s “Identification thread” a rogue “yarn” may thread itself thru the column. Rogue – a roundabout route, deviate but not devious, at variance to vagrant. Not quite running around like a jaguarundi! Not quite -the Big Word! As in, the reality of using a sometimes perceived naughty word in its everyday colloquial context. Verism – in verse – the theory that rigid representation of truth and reality is essential, and therefore the uncouth and affecting must be included. And so, the reality of ‘February’, where Celsius (Centigrade) being C and Fahrenheit being F we find C=5/9 (F-32) and F=9/5C + 32. Reminds me of my days in Fort Simpson at -58F and on the Tuktoyaktuk Peninsula deep inside the Arctic Circle [23″28′ south of the North Pole] on a rare ‘Force 17’ day on the old Beaufort Scale with a -92F wind-chill factor when even wearing a black beard and a balaclava you were still shivering – to paraphrase a local Eskimo (Inuit) expression …
February
FEBRUARY!
Shiver-i-n-g
Like a dog …
Shitting razor-blades!
The proverbial – It must be that ——- is better than heaven, because nothing is better than heaven, and ——– is better than nothing! Virile vs vivacious! Please – don’t be like the person who loses their temper, and finds it too late! Shades of’n the feller who fed his oxen lots of “antioxendents” feed so’s they wouldn’t kick so much (And thus dent …). Then, I read how a certain iBerry executive will “exit the company with a hefty payout estimated at $22 million”. Tighten my belt? You got that right! And, the equestrian pedestrian [bucked off cowboy] claimed a sliver in the tongue (?) hurts worse’n a sliver in the thumb! And too, why’s young Barney Bull limping – he hurt a calf muscle! The cowboy ‘Mel ‘n Colly’ melancholy music!
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Anyways, time for the world to “re-purpose”! Then, careless use of the tongue can cause “slivers” that show up worse’n beet juice on your favorite Sunday white shirt/blouse! Then too, father used to say, “You’re never poor ’til you know your poor!”
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