Poet's Ramble

Poetry can be as simple as a four-line revelation hastily scrawled on the back of your phone bill. Poets ask for trouble if they have anything important to say, and the best ones slog through plenty of it. Poems are the instant coffee in your spoon that you chew on without adding water. I am a poet, and this is my story.

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

older poem; new posting - Tuff Tookas!

Tuff Tookas
by Job Conger

You have a gift, and the world doesn't give a damn?
Tuff tookas; tuff tuff tookas!
You feel lost, and you hardly know where you amn?
Tuff tookas; tuff tuff tookas!

When you're altogether twisted, down and feeling blue,
When your friends are moving upward, and you're stuck like glue,
Just remember what the world wants to say to you:
Tuff tookas; tuff tuff tookas!
Tuff tookas; tuff tuff tookas!

Yes, you told me that you loved me when my kisses were sweet.
Tuff tookas; tuff tuff tookas!
Now you tell me that your world seems in com plete.
Tuff tookas; tuff tuff tookas!

It's the fate of everybody that we crash and burn.
When we reach a point of panic and there's nowhere to turn,
There's a moral to the story that we all must learn:
Tuff tookas; tuff tuff tookas!

The nice thing in being older: there are fewer surprises.
Tuff tookas; tuff tuff tookas!
You still hurt like hell, but you know what to be wise is.
Tuff tookas; tuff tuff tookas!

Now's the time to get you working up a new head of steam.
Find an on-ramp to tomorrow and an open dream.
Say goodbye to pain and sorrow with a primal SCREAM!
Tuff tookas; tuff tuff tookas!
Tuff tookas; tuff tuff tookas!

---- written April 7, 1996 and published in Minstrel's Ramble: to Live and Die in Springfield, Illinois by Job Conger.
. . . . All I needed during this year of my involvement with Poets & Writers Literary Forum of Springfield to write a new poem was a reminder that our next meeting at Barnes & Noble was the day after tomorrow. The night I recited it, I approached Marcellus Leonard as I headed for the microphone, and checked with him, just to be sure that "tookas" was not an unacceptable, inappropriate word to speak to an audience that included a few 10 year olds with their parents. I had a hunch it was okay, but checking with Marcellus also gave me a boost of confidence, always handy when premiering a poem -- or as Melissa Sullivan might have said, "when premiering a poem for the first time."
. . . .They were joyous days. No spooks, no ghosts, no serious sour notes.

"We thought we could live forever in fun. But our chances, really, were a million to one."
- Bob Dylan


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