Irish Fan Fic
(khaiku. gazundheit.)
Where is Irish Fan?
When you take action sometimes -
you make them all mad!
How to please people -
all of them all of the time -
Am I back-pedd'ling?
Perceived as whining?
Simply begging for money?
Stress makes you grumpy!
Weekend afternoon,
a break before some more work -
Spring's beat back outside.
The weather will change,
April showers bring flowers -
if not May then soon.
Literally and
figuratively final
free press project push.
Bending the Haiku
to my own personal style
5-7-5, man.
Soon the Midwest Night,
Trains and small town USA -
No Sam's Wonder Bar.
A small break from that
just a week for other things;
feel so weak and strong!
Both at the same time -
and it's exhilerating
and exhausting too.
I hang on for me.
I hang on for the public -
That's me and you too!
Do I rant too much?
Just be quiet and do it.
Silently changing.
No I don't live there,
but it's MadCo's county seat,
and grandma is there!
Here from Elwood I
try to fill the gaps and holes
left by the giant.
One man against many.
I'm in it both heart and soul.
Determined. Steadfast.
Sometimes in my mind
it all comes to me at once,
thing on todo list...
... all the things I miss
and then the good things hit me.
Small. Not monetary.
And I'm filled with Hope.
Once again trying to crawl,
then stand and then run.
And it's a long road,
but not lonely anymore,
thanks to AFP
Our community.
Not a brutal dictator;
poet peacemaker.
(No subject)
What is an Irish Fan Fic?
What is an Irish Fan Fic? What the fic is it? Is it better than an updated Irish Fan?
It may be some type of code
It may be some type of code that means this is an Irish Free thread. Oops, I've screwed that up now!
I think it stands for
I think it stands for F#%*ing Irish C@%&!
No, it was meant to show
No, it was meant to show that I appreciate you guys and am under a lot of stress recently so please forgive me if I'm messing things up. I'm human.
-kpaul
You just need a night at
You just need a night at that wonder bar place - just leave the camera at home!! You could try to hook up with one of them girls in the last batch of photos.1
1 (I would suggest staying away from the ones who were slow dancing together - I don't think they're playing for the same team that you are - could be an ego buster!! You're Welcome!)
Tell me about it. Heh.
Tell me about it. Heh. Wanna see (hear) your publisher in action?
http://www.ergopoetry.com/poem/kpaul.mallasch/04-05-08/third-world-poet
Third World Poet
=================
heh. and there was a joke
for this already, but tonight,
at Sam's Wonder Bar, it was
even funnier, i guess. a woman
had spotted my pittsburgh penguins
hoodie and while i stood on a chair
trying to get a shot of the crowd, she
came up and said she loved hockey
and it was good to find another person
who watched and liked the penguins.
i tried to tell her i didn't watch hockey,
but she danced away and i went back
to taking pictures.
now, you might be wondering why i have
a pittsburgh penguins hoodie if i don't
like the team or even like hockey (and
yes, i know this probably isn't the
'normal point' of this story...) you
see, my brother works (executive)
for rebok. so, for Christmas, i
got a lot of sports related
clothes. being a poor
man pumping
everything
into building
a business, i
guess i don't
spend a lot
on clothes.
small smile.
i love the free
clothes, but i
joked that i
felt like that
small black
kid you see
wearing a
Fonz or Tab
t-shirt in the
deepest darkest
heart of africa -
they don't get
the significance
of the shirt, perhaps,
or like the team, but they
appreciate the clothes.
so, later, standing by the
video, she tried to spark
a sports conversation a-
gain. i was batting ... well,
i don't know an appropriate
number, but it was low. she
said it again and i repeated
i didn't even watch hockey. i
just liked the penguin, i said,
not wanting to go into the whole
third world routine with her for fear
of sounding like an even bigger fool.
i like it, she said, there are fights. well,
better than baseball, i say, hitting a foul
ball as she says she loves baseball. what's
your favorite team. not having one, i went with
my hometown - the indians - cubs, she said, then
shook her head - oh well, no match.
and i guess i coulda been sports fanatic for the
night, she was quite hot, but that isn't me. i
wandered back into the crowd, looking
for the perfect shot, finding out what
i got later - as in now - video enco-
ding and photos processing and
time moves on. alone but with
my creativity. sam's wonder
bar saturdays set me
free.
Hang in there, you can
Hang in there, you can handle it big guy
Heh. I know. It'll all be
Heh. I know.
It'll all be worth it in the end. Big things are still happening in the background...