Graduation Erasure Poem

Erasure Poem

Graduation, a time of celebration,

a time to reflect on life’s journey,

a time of change.

Change!?

Sure, why not change!

Let’s change the venue,

let’s change the attire,

heck let’s not even have a formal graduation!

Now that is change!

Instead, let’s leave the graduation

solely to the students.

Let them have their own personal celebration

whether at their house, a park,

or any other place they prefer.

Let them take as much,

or as little time to celebrate

as they want.

It is their choice on how they want to celebrate.

So celebrate at any place you want,

Celebrate at any time you want,

and most importantly, celebrate if you want to.

Only if you want to.

Indiana Jones background

Hello -

I've just posted a song titled Indiana Jones. For the record I have not seen any of the movies in their entirety, but back to the song. It is meant to be a Dylan-esque folk song where I describe some real items and some fictional items. (For the record the chorus is purely fictional same with the events leading up to it, however the first stanza and the third-to-last stanza is real.) I will highlight these parts if I can:

Indiana Jones

I ain’t got no woman baby,

and I ain’t got the time.

Ain’t got the desire either

but that ain’t no crime.

But every night I go to sleep

I dream of all these women with me,

and it’s such a crazy thing

‘cause most of the time I can’t see.

One night I had this crazy dream

where I was transported to this oasis scene.

Everything about it was so serene

so I decided to spend some time.

When out of nowhere came this beautiful lady.

The most beautiful lady I’ve ever seen.

At first I thought my vision was kinda hazy

but she was equally serene.

Then she came up to me,

asked me to be her man.

I didn’t know how to respond.

I just f-r-o-z-e.

And I asked her:

“Who’s your Mister baby?”

She said: “Indiana Jones.”

Maybe I heard wrong or I was goin’ crazy.

“So are you gonna be my man?”

“Well honey, we’ll see if I can.”

Then I realized what I’d just done

I realized I had won.

I stole my woman from Indiana Jones. (Hey!)

I stole my woman from Indiana Jones.

I stole my woman from Indiana Jones. (Hey!)

I stole my woman from Indiana Jones.

Now, the first part may be a lie,                

but until day is nigh                                     

I won’t have no woman.

I won’t have no woman.

But I’ve still got that crazy dream.

The one with the serene scene.

The one with the greatest act.

As a matter of fact;

I stole my woman from Indiana Jones. (Hey!)

I stole my woman from Indiana Jones.

I stole my woman from Indiana Jones. (Hey!)

I stole my woman from Indiana Jones.

I stole my woman from Indiana Jones.

 The purple part is fictional while green is the truth. - Maxx Willsohn

Idiana Jones

Indiana Jones

I ain’t got no woman baby,

and I ain’t got the time.

Ain’t got the desire either

but that ain’t no crime.

But every night I go to sleep

I dream of all these women with me,

and it’s such a crazy thing

‘cause most of the time I can’t see.

One night I had this crazy dream

where I was transported to this oasis scene.

Everything about it was so serene

so I decided to spend some time.

When out of nowhere came this beautiful lady.

The most beautiful lady I’ve ever seen.

At first I thought my vision was kinda hazy

but she was equally serene.

Then she came up to me,

asked me to be her man.

I didn’t know how to respond.

I just f-r-o-z-e.

And I asked her:

“Who’s your Mister baby?”

She said: “Indiana Jones.”

Maybe I heard wrong or I was goin’ crazy.

“So are you gonna be my man?”

“Well honey, we’ll see if I can.”

Then I realized what I’d just done

I realized I had won.

I stole my woman from Indiana Jones. (Hey!)

I stole my woman from Indiana Jones.

I stole my woman from Indiana Jones. (Hey!)

I stole my woman from Indiana Jones.

Now, the first part may be a lie,                

but until day is nigh                                     

I won’t have no woman.

I won’t have no woman

But I’ve still got that crazy dream.

The one with the serene scene.

The one with the greatest act.

As a matter of fact;

I stole my woman from Indiana Jones. (Hey!)

I stole my woman from Indiana Jones.

I stole my woman from Indiana Jones. (Hey!)

I stole my woman from Indiana Jones.

I stole my woman from Indiana Jones.

Coffee Can

Well I’m just an old sailor sitting on a ship.

Said I’m just an old sailor sitting on a ship.

Nothing to do but pass my time

with an old coffee can and a bottle of wine.

I play on this ol’ coffee can all day and all night.

While the waves roll around and give lesser men a fright

Playing this ol’ coffee can keeps my mind at ease

cause after awhile it’s the only thing that seems to please

Waves keep a-rolling

around and around.

Said the waves keep a-rolling

around and around

But I’m just gonna play

with my ol’ coffee can

cause I’m also a prisoner

and there ain’t no end in sight for me man.

Teddy Quatrains

Teddy Quatrains

The only thing I wish I did on Spring Break

that I did not get to do

was play with my oldest computer Ted.

Now who is Ted?

Ted is a 20+ year-old

black IBM Thinkpad 380XD.

He is of use to no one

but me.

Why is that?

He has a few problems

Some can be considered major

and some can be considered minor.

Much to my delight

he also doesn’t go on the internet.

I don’t know if he ever has,

but at this point it is immaterial.

What I would like to do

(And this may just be one for my imagination.)

is to use good ol’ Ted while working with

a Simply Fit board.

Now, as I’ve said before

I don’t know if that would work

but I’m currently using Mr. Ted to type this

whilst breaking my own rule.

Now what’s this rule I’m currently breaking?

My own rule about not using computers on holidays.

Granted Ted was used on a previous Easter many moons ago

so he might be the exception.

Now granted I said might,

even if it’s approaching Easter Night.

Teddy boy’s still working hard, and for me

that’s a pleasant sight.

Don Rickles Tribute

The poem found underneath this post is a tribute to the great Don Rickles. The great likelihood is that we will never see a comedian like him (mostly his great comedic timing and style). So I hope you and Mr. Rickles will enjoy this.

Thank you very much.


T.L. Altmann

Thanks for the Laughter

Thanks for the Laughter

Thanks for the laughter
even though I only really knew you
as the voice of Mr. Potato Head.

Thanks for the laughter;
you and Frank will have some good laughs.
I bet you've already started them.

It's probably a great time up There,
Johnny Carson is probably having a good laugh
up There too as you're probably roasting him pretty good.

So while we're all saddened because you are gone
you gave us laughs for over sixty years
and graced the world with your presence for over ninety wonderful years.

So, thanks for all the memories Don Rickles,
have good laughs and make some jokes,
and, to paraphrase/quote your character Mr. Potato Head: "Toss Him overboard!"