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Collected Scratchings

Updated on March 31, 2013


I could have titled this 'Crap From A Sack', or, I could call it "Kimberly Made Me" - these are various little poetic scribblings I've found recently in an old box . . . some are probably 50 years old and others closer to 20, I don't think I did any of these too recently.


Your hand was once so tiny to hold,

Now yours is big and mine is old;

Yet this really is not sad.

Though forever gone in one great whirl,

And no longer my little girl;

I will always be your dad.


When each of my children was born,

A poem I would write;

I wanted all to be special,

Nothing too corny or trite.

But it's not easy being genuine,

And still make it rhyme,

When after four babies already,

You start having them two at a time.


What kind of after shave do you give a baby boy,

What kind of food, what kind of clothes, what kind of room, what kind of toy?

I've had a Sarah and a Natalie, I've even had a Mary,

So why does little Mickey seem to me so scary?

Should I seek advice from others, should I just wait and see?

Or should I try my very hardest to make him just like me?

Pixie is my treasure, she's my life, she's my joy,

I just hope she didn't screw-up everything by giving me a boy.


When we're all downstairs,

Just in case we get a call;

To make sure we hear it ring,

I put the phone out in the hall.


She said she found some meat,

and I thought that was nice;

But when I took my seat,

All I saw was corn and rice.


There's this round kind of thing,

Don't make noise, doesn't stink;

It's kind of big, sort of green,

I don't know what to think.

It moves kind of slow,

Sometimes gets in my way;

If I've nothing else to do,

I'll probably smash it someday.


I know I don't always show it by the things I do,

But I know from the way my heart aches my love for you is true.

And since the very first time I saw you I happily knew,

I want to be the one who makes you happy, I want to grow old with you.

I attach this old scratchy photo to this gallery because, even though you can't even see me, my face, and I'm not really doing anything at all, this was around the time most of these poems were written and I enjoy the peculiarity of the time it represents - this is when I was a bouncer in a bar at night and writing these poems during the day.


School is over and so it's work instead,

A new world where you never had tread;

Now done with school,

There's only one rule;

Lie and cheat if you want to get ahead.


Now that the wedding is over and done,

You're imagining you will be living as one;

Now don't misunderstand,

Marriage can be grand;

It's only that, you can't have any more fun.


Being sick is really a curse,

Not to mention a strain on the purse;

Just remember someday,

You'll be able to say;

'ehh, it could have been worse'.


Follow orders and take every pill,

Try to rest and lie very still;

Cause if things go bad,

I'll truly be sad;

Especially if I'm not in the will.


A young man would reach way down to lift a little girl high above,

As the little girl grew year after year so did the old man's love.

This may not seem a remarkable tale, not thrilling, dramatic, or bold,

Yet as simple and direct as it is, it's the greatest story ever told.

"Pixie's My Woman"

by Blind Boy Mickey

I got a woman, treats me evilly, so evilly,

I got a woman, nasty woman, treats me evilly, so evilly;

When I'm away she wants to play,

But when I'm home she's on the phone;

Yea I got a woman, a mean old, treats me evilly, so evilly.

I got a woman, puttin' me through, such misery, such misery,

I got me a woman, she's givin' me nothin', but misery, yea misery;

There's a woman behind every man,

But my ugly bitch got a knife in her hand,

Said I got a woman, puttin' me through, such misery, yea misery.

A snake is bad and cancer's worse, this old broad's, gonna put me in a hearse,

Oh I got a woman, real mean woman, treats me evilly, so evilly.


All photos used in this hub are personal photos taken by myself or family or friends and all drawings and poems were done by me.

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      MickeySr 5 years ago from Hershey, Pa.


      What an epic endorsement - I don't suppose a writer to feel more encouraged than to know his work is being returned to and read again . . . thank you so much for taking the time to let me know this.

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      aware 6 years ago from West Palm Beach Florida.

      i found myself scrolling back and rereading . which is something i rarely do ,if at all .

      nice to read you.


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      kimberlyslyrics 6 years ago

      if you build it they will come, remember? all because he achingly terrified believed in himself as do you. fear no ones opinion, embrace everyone's wisdom then contemplate all ridicule stir it up for one minute then smile knowing it truly is irrelevant because what comes from the heart, the center of our soul is truth, if we have been blessed, and you have, otherwise you sure as heck wouldn't have caught me so off guard

      proud of you mate

      you jumped in nose plugged with both feet, a task sadly not many can make

      godspeed keep em coming

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      MickeySr 6 years ago from Hershey, Pa.


      I can't thank you enough - I'm not there utilizing a common axiom people make use of in appreciative situations, I mean those very words . . . if I tried to thank you in a manner that properly displays my appreciation in would appear unseemly, so, I can't thank you enough.

      These were a few 'scratchings' that I was least comfortable sharing, I was honestly unsure that anyone would find them worth their time . . . they are personal, addressed to specific people important in my life, and not, uh, grand in any manner. Your willingness to review my work and encourage me so I count a great treasure in my life just now. You're a sweetheart.

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      kimberlyslyrics 6 years ago

      Mickey I can truthfully say I have now been shown how true art like these poems can immortalize it's author and the message will travel forever

      bravo again

      voted up and sideways



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      MickeySr 6 years ago from Hershey, Pa.

      Thank you again, these poems were the most questionable to me as having any interest for others, so your favorable review is genuinely encouraging.

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      Shauna L Bowling 6 years ago from Central Florida

      Rest assured, they are absolutely worth everyone's attention! Bravo to you!

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      MickeySr 6 years ago from Hershey, Pa.


      Thank you for the favorable review of my poems and the encouraging words . . . however, I may have not presented my concerns properly - I don't underestimate myself, in general terms, if anything I own more self-confidence than an objective reckoning of accomplishment would suggest. I'm merely not confident that my minor word-craft can rightly be counted as poetry . . . I don't hold them to be without worth and I am happy to share them, I'm simply not sure they would be of interest to anyone.

      For me my writing is more a creative fiddling rather than a means of releasing strife or discovering or articulating growth. My own sense of self-discovery and growth is attached more to my relationships and a deliberate study of Scripture & history, etc. That's why, I suppose, I'm not sure my poems are legitimately to be counted as poetry or reasonably regarded to be of interest to others, because they're just little scratching around with ideas and rhyme . . . I am a passionate man and a romantic, and I am interested in big ideas, etc, and so my poems are important to me and not insignificant - I'm simply not confident they are worth anyone else's attention.

      But, as I say, in general I am more self-assured than I probably ought to be.

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      Shauna L Bowling 6 years ago from Central Florida

      Don't underestimate yourself! I, as a person digging herself out of every hole she dug for herself, did it by self-discovery thru writing. I call them poems. They are actually my way of releasing my stife and talking myself into solutions to the problems of which I was the common factor. I'm now secure enough with myself to share my growth and revelations to the world. You need to have the same faith in the reason behind what you write. It's God's way of making us delve into ourselves and realize we are the negative thrust in our lives. Once you realize that, and only then, can you reach up and smile and share with the world!

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      MickeySr 6 years ago from Hershey, Pa.

      I feel like such a dope, honestly, but - "awesome"? Really? You guys are all so generous and encouraging . . . I seriously ponder over if I should publish these here or not, if they're minor private musings I have no call to imagine anyone would be interested to read - and you guys use words like "touching" and "awesome" . . . I can't tell you the delight you provide me, thank you.

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      Shauna L Bowling 6 years ago from Central Florida

      These are awesome! I'll definitely check out your other hubs!

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      MickeySr 6 years ago from Hershey, Pa.

      Thank you so much Frank, really - you never (I never) know how others will receive these kind of intimate, personal blurbs . . . some I was moved to write, like when watching my children grow - some are mere rhyming lines about something that happened, like having no meat for dinner. Kids growing-up all can relate to - to ask anyone's attention for what I had or didn't have for dinner seems a bit rude. Your favorable review is an encouragement.

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      Frank Atanacio 6 years ago from Shelton

      Some of these are so touching.. awesome-- but I'll be homest when I saw your comment on the feed Crap in a sack.. I had to see what this page was all about I'm glad i did cheers :)