Feeling Poetic as of late.

Time for some rhyme..  Fascniated by different rhyming patterns and I'll more than likely start posting them here as well during this regurgitation of the inner workings of my feeble little mind.
I welcome feedback, but it's more therapy than anything.. Enjoy... or not.. I'm easy....

Hillbilly Patriotic UnderCarriage Carwash!

Many stories have been written about Navy Seals. The elite cadre of fighting specimens, tactically trained to diffuse situations or; (insert cover operation here). They’re a bunch of bad ass soldiers designed to simply elicit the best of the best, wreak havoc on the bad guys and the list goes on. Kelly however, has a different Navy Seals story and one that involves their disdain for “grogans” in the pool.

When the clueless become less cluelessnessless......huh??

I recently just finished 25^th out of 2290 players in a poker tournament this weekend. I actually was poised to finish quite high, but ran into three of a kind on the big blind vs. the small blind who flopped a full house. An un-raised pocket pair of jacks flops the fully, while the other guy (me) hits a miracle big blind three of a kind. What are the odds? Tis the joy of poker I suppose, however, that story is neither here nor there, for this story is one of revival, renewal, apologies and a promise towards dedication in the future.

Civil War post that's got nothing to do with THE civil war

In less than a month, the United States embarks upon the start of the civil war’s sesquicentennial anniversary. For the kiddies at home who missed that week of history class, that’s 150 years. Can you imagine it’s only been 150 years? Hell, I just hit 40 and while my aching joints tell me different, I still feel like that little kid playing kickball those many years ago.

Get that sum-bitch !!

Let’s go back to when I was a wee lad of thirteen. We lived on an Indian reservation between Pocatello and American Falls (yeah, that’s a WHOLE different story).

Fuel my Fire -- I dare you

Here at Diversifiedpen.com, I like to take a different approach to blog-osphere. I have too much to say and don't give a damn who hears it. As brave as that sounds, I also don't want to inundate you with just topics I'm interested in.

This is an experiement in journalism, a sojourner into the realm of expression for which I'm hoping to find a permanent home.

So... Let's have some fun. Gimme a topic and then just sit back and listen to the inner workings of a have crazed yahoo spew forth nuggets of pure gold.. (or at a bare minimum, pure cubic zirconia).

Slainte,
KJC

Maniacal Mondays and a Meaningless Menagerie of Message Maladies

St. Patrick’s Day is this week and while some may revel in corned beef and cabbage, or the beers or embark on driving snakes out of Ireland, there is one common element that gets me fired up: The color green.