tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48500886528318138392024-02-21T03:18:09.649-08:00Bob MaloneyBobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12058092485240901393noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850088652831813839.post-11976134911052970052015-09-03T14:32:00.001-07:002015-09-03T14:32:21.912-07:00Here is the amazon link that makes it easy to review and/or order any of the three books I have on Amazon. Simply click the picture of the book(s) in which you are interested.<br />
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<span lang="EN"></span><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"></span></span><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><u></u></span></span><a href="http://www.amazon.com/R.E.-Maloney/e/B010WE29XE/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1441142145&sr=1-2-ent"><u><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><span lang="EN">http://www.amazon.com/R.E.-Maloney/e/B010WE29XE/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1441142145&sr=1-2-ent</span></span></span></u></a>Bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12058092485240901393noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850088652831813839.post-81869470077373054252015-08-25T20:39:00.000-07:002015-08-25T20:39:07.736-07:00<u><b>The Attic Affair</b></u><br /><br />We were up in a neighbor’s attic<br />Me, my brother and Pearl;<br />She said, “it’s so romantic<br />“Two boys and only one girl”<br /><br />“I want to kiss only one boy<br />To see if it’s really fun<br />So whoever has the biggest toy<br />Will be the lucky one“.<br /><br />Well, I was five and too confused;<br />My brother was six and ready<br />Pearl was seven and highly amused<br />
“Maybe I’m too young to go steady.”<br /> <br />So, down came my knickers<br />And my brother Dick’s too;<br />Sally got a bad case of snickers<br />Saying, “here’s what you have to do.”<br /><br />“You two take out your ding dings,<br />While I go find a ruler.”<br />Well, I was sweating bullets,<br />And Richard was not much cooler.<br /><br />So, downstairs goes Pearl,<br />While our things are hanging out<br />Dick gives his a twirl!<br />Then we hear her mother shout!<br /><br />“Why do you need the ruler, hon?”<br />I say, “Let‘s get outta here.”<br />Dick says, “but we ain‘t quite done”<br />(I’d never known such fear.)<br /><br />Then we hear the foot steps from below,<br />And we know that isn’t Pearl;<br />Dick says, “quick to the window”<br />That’s sure no little girl!<br /><br />
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Plus the attic we’re standing in;<br />I say, “Dick, you think we can fly?<br />No? Then I think we’re in trouble again”<br /><br />Mom will get mad, I’m sure of that<br />And she doesn’t get mad very often;<br />But this time she’ll use her baseball bat<br />And we’ll wind up in Granny’s old coffin.<br /><br />Well, Dick’s then saying “well, hello”<br />To Pearl’s very mad mommy<br />Who’s holding our friend, down below,<br />And I’m getting sick to my tummy.<br /><br />“Put on your pants, kids”, she says<br />“This party’s come to an end<br />And I’ll see your mother one of these days<br />On that you can depend.”<br /><br />Fast forward, to the end of the war<br />It’s the summer of forty-six’<br />I’m having a drink at the Tooth and Claw,<br />Checking the new social mix.<br /><br />I haven’t seen this old town<br />Since the summer of thirty-nine;<br />But, now it’s a place of world renown,<br />This great old home town of mine.<br /><br />I’m visiting an old friend or two;<br />We’ve been seated in this crowded café,<br />The town is filled by another crew:<br />Students at study and at play<br /><br />Suddenly I’m seized by a female stare,<br />She’s sitting with two other girls;<br />The same mass of gorgeous blonde hair<br />Fixed in the same ‘thirties curls <br /><br />Then she took her little thumb<br />Held it high over the table<br />I laughed until I was almost num<br />
My God, is she now Betty Grable?<br />Bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12058092485240901393noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850088652831813839.post-52555967996868663202015-07-09T12:17:00.004-07:002015-07-09T12:17:42.618-07:00http://www.amazon.com/Lost-Burma-Queenie-other-Poems/dp/1942728115/ref=sr_1_4?ie=UTF8&qid=1435943403&sr=8-4&keywords=Lost+in+BurmaBobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12058092485240901393noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850088652831813839.post-25712668250597782302015-07-05T19:35:00.004-07:002015-07-05T19:35:55.484-07:00Lost in Burma is now available on Amazon, Both in print and kindle. "A World War 2 Trilogy" will be coming along mid to late July. Reviews always appreciated. The Trilogy has been privately acclaimed, and is expected to be the best book of its type since, "From here to Eternity". Stay tuned.Bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12058092485240901393noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850088652831813839.post-73926201895898221432015-06-28T16:42:00.001-07:002015-06-28T16:42:08.596-07:00Update on the books of R.E. MaloneyGood news! "Lost in Burma" is now available through CreateSpace and you can click (or, copy and paste)<br />
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Keep checking this site for information on the other three books.Bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12058092485240901393noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850088652831813839.post-1640555755870788502015-06-24T10:47:00.000-07:002015-06-24T10:47:24.819-07:00I have written three books that will be published this year. The first should be on Amazon sometime in early July. That book is about 90 pages, and titled, "Lost in Burma"/Queenie and 50 Other Poems .<br />
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Bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12058092485240901393noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850088652831813839.post-34998831811967381912014-06-16T12:04:00.003-07:002014-06-16T12:04:55.455-07:00 Aging <br /><br />My gran-dotter say, how do you feel?<br />I say, “pretty damn gud, was’ de deal?<br />She say you pushin’ big nine-o<br />I say, hon, is not good time to go<br />Is a cupel mor’ years befor de big keel!<br /> And,<br />My VA quack sez my BP’s high <br />Too much salt, he sez, tha’s why<br />He say, any day I catch a stroke<br />(And I don’t tink this old fart joke)<br />I say, OK, I give a try.<br /> I hear,<br />War mart sell BP machine, OK?<br />I dink is fifty I have to pay<br />Get it home, looks easy to do<br />Holy scheissen, ---one eighty two!<br />And you dink you had a crappy day?<br /> So,<br />Da VA put me on a cell phone leesh<br />I gotta call and speak my piece;<br />“Did you take you meds today?”<br />Then, “punch in one, or you can say,<br />Yes or no”, (this way they teach)<br /> Lady say,<br />Like “’tro your sal’ shaker oud da trash”<br />I say to phone, “go kiss my ass”<br />Any way, I ‘trow out de soups<br />Dey in de lousy sodium groups<br />She say, all good stuff, I gotta pass.<br /> Take,<br />Gravy, ice cream; all gotta go<br />And, no more salt, on de boil potato;<br />He say, “eat oatmeal, every day”<br />I say , “you wanna live dis way?”<br />He say, “is up to you”, and I say “hell no”<br /> Then,<br />‘Bout two AM, I come wide awake<br />Big toes stiff like garden rake<br />I get outta bed, but pain too much<br />Fall down de floor, try to touch<br />My toes; maybe give good shake.<br /> OK<br />Finly gat up but not so far<br />Got to gat to de friggin’ car;<br />Gat far as de sofa, better rest<br />Try to tink wha’ might be best<br />Maybe call Corky; he ain’t far<br /> And,<br />Was last I think, before I doze,<br />That no good, ‘cause I suppose,<br />It middle of nite, all guys asleep<br />So I pass out, wid out a peep<br />Not dinkin’ about de big hot toes. <br /> Now<br />Is sis oclock and de sun she shining<br />And wid it I’m see-in a silver lining;<br />My toes are all like dey was before<br />My old skinni ass hit de dam floor<br />So now, dear God, can I quit dis whining? <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> Bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12058092485240901393noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850088652831813839.post-23791915155143375852014-05-08T09:18:00.000-07:002014-05-08T09:18:19.296-07:00INVICTUS PLUS<br /><br /><br />Out of the night that covers me,<br /> Black as the pit from pole to pole,<br />I thank whatever gods may be<br /> For my unconquerable soul.<br /><br /><i> Friends that have gone before me<br /> Taught and led me in many ways;<br /> Sufferings shared, friendship free,<br /> Eyes that spoke through tobacco haze.</i><br /><br />In the full clutch of circumstance<br /> I have not winced nor cried aloud.<br />Under the bludgeoning of chance<br /> My head is bloody, but unbowed.<br /><br /> <i> Pain is pain, and we know its wrath,<br /> But finite in it’s wanderings<br /> (Voices whisper, “careful in the bath”)<br /> Also in cleaning; especially in laundering.</i><br /><br />Beyond this place of wrath and tears<br /> Looms the horror of the shade<br />And yet the menace of the years<br /> Finds and shall find me unafraid.<br /><br /> <i>And ahead, coming slowly, the unknown<br /> Final answer to an un-asked question;<br /> Like the toppling of the over grown<br /> Comes the answer to our indiscretion.</i><br /><br />It matters not how strait the gate,<br />How charged with punishments the scroll,<br />I am the master of my fate.<br />I am the captain of my soul.Bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12058092485240901393noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850088652831813839.post-58701937802558267702014-05-07T14:51:00.002-07:002014-05-07T14:51:31.521-07:00<u><b>Where Are You?</b></u><br /><br />“Hi, jus leevin Dunkin<br />Gotta run, tk in morn.”<br />“Lyin basta, U over at Lenas<br />Watchin more stupid porn.”<br /><br />Reggie shook his head, and<br />Hit the button to End;<br />Thinking’ “why do I do this<br />To another good old friend.”<br /><br />That was a dozen texts ago;<br />They trailed him around all day;<br /> Half sent silly pictures<br />One sent a message, “let’s pray.”<br /><br />Reg remember being so excited<br />The day he got his pad<br />Who knew he’d never read<br />Another good book---how sad!Bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12058092485240901393noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850088652831813839.post-5101982551873899562014-05-07T14:43:00.001-07:002014-05-07T14:43:26.598-07:00<b><u>One of these Days</u></b><br /><br />“One of these days”<br />Get’s closer all the time;<br />Some organ or another<br />May just stop on a dime<br /><br />Your balance is lost<br />At the top of the steps<br />(Do you remember<br />When you counted reps?)<br /><br />Ever heard of people<br />Who went to bed?<br />Saying, “fuck it!”,<br />And woke up dead?<br /><br />But, the humidity is down,<br />The sun is shining;<br />The Sox won again<br />So, why am I whining? 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Bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12058092485240901393noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850088652831813839.post-36650285215688237962013-12-26T19:03:00.003-08:002013-12-26T19:03:39.367-08:00<span style="font-size: small;"><u><b>Women and Men</b></u></span><br /><br />Women like to have babies,<br />Men like their wars; <br />Women like to cook and clean<br />Men love breaking laws<br /><br />Women like their Facebook<br />Men like to watch the game<br />Women like to dress and shop<br />Men like things the same<br /><br />Women like to be wanted and loved<br />It’s just as simple as that;<br />So how lucky can you get, Son;<br />You don’t wear the other hatBobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12058092485240901393noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850088652831813839.post-53714065514709907852013-12-16T16:57:00.002-08:002013-12-16T16:57:57.669-08:00At least two Republican “lawmakers” have compared the Affordable Care Act (Obama Care, to you who have just returned from Mars), in a way that equates President Obama to Adolph Hitler and National Socialism. This, they say, because, “didn’t National Socialism (Nazism) start when the Nazis institute National Health Care“?. I care less whether these rattlesnakes want their constituents to have access to affordable health care. That’s their problem, and I assume those idiots that voted for you will do so again!<br /><br />But, what you people are doing is burying, in crap, the people who saved this country 65 years ago. Yes. Like me; and more so like the more than 300 buddies I graduated High School with in 1942 that are buried in Europe or some Pacific Island, That you have the nerve to compare our service (mine was from March 1943 to September 1948) to a national law, a piece of legislation, and effort to get millions of people into doctors’ offices instead of half-staffed hospital emergency rooms, is a disgrace and the worst form of blasphemy<br /><br />The fact that kids about ten and twelve years old read these pages, keeps me from calling you something more dramatic than “scum”, which is the very mildest description of what I really know you to be. You are wearing your closet racism all over your white shirts.Bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12058092485240901393noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850088652831813839.post-27072080573149598832013-12-12T11:00:00.003-08:002013-12-12T11:00:40.318-08:00<br /><u><b><br /> The Corner of Medford and Sycamore </b></u> <br /><br /> One corner of Medford and Sycamore.<br /> Had a broken down shack of a variety store;<br /> Luckies were two for a penny then;<br /> Thank God, I couldn’t buy many then;<br /> I’m almost glad I was poor!<br /><br /> But, Somerville, Mass. was really a gas<br /> Before Hitler and Tojo showed up;<br /> Corners at twilight, bread was a nickel<br /> But the world was about to erupt. <br /><br /> Across the street was the corner of choice,<br /> Where the nightly editions lay;<br /> THUD, off the back of a newspaper truck<br /> Quick! How’d the Sox due today?<br /><br /> The cop on the corner of Medford and Sycamore<br /> Was a guy I remember so well<br /> We called him Officer Powers<br /> And he loved us kids, you could tell!<br /><br /> The corner was always crowded<br /> At eight, and again at three;<br /> That’s when kids were coming and going<br /> To the Foster School, you see.<br /><br /> Sometimes our policeman would put up his hand<br /> And ten cars would squeal to a stop<br /> While Officer Powers put some kid on his shoulder<br /> And crossed the street hippity-hop.<br /><br /> About five, or six, as evenings got on<br /> It was the teens and guys time to boast;<br /> Sharing their day, talking about Foxx<br /> And this Williams kid, up from the coast<br /><br /> What might Louis do to Schmeling?<br /> The next time these fighters met;<br /> Could Cronin turn the Sox around?<br /> The older guys said, you bet!”<br /><br /> Did you see who took the sixth today?<br /> Some nag from upstate New York;<br /> Now, if the fix wasn’t in on that one;<br /> I’ll swim back to County Cork.<br /><br /> Then one morning everything stopped<br /> It was Monday, in a cold December;<br /> Pearl Harbor had been bombed, the navy sunk<br /> Would the corner cry, guys get drunk?<br /> Someone said, “We’ll remember!”<br />
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The motels call it<br />
A tourists’ delight.<br />
But some are afraid;<br />
That it just ain’t right.<br />
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85 in Boston and not a cloud in sight<br />
The fans at Fenway<br />
Scream with delight.<br />
As the homers fly off<br />
Into the hot spring night.<br />
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At the top of the poles, not a cloud in sight<br />
And the ice caps are melting,<br />
Polar Bears taking flight;<br />
When will we ever learn?<br />
When will we ever learn!</span>Bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12058092485240901393noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850088652831813839.post-86296123553949023872013-01-05T16:04:00.001-08:002013-01-05T16:04:32.071-08:00<span lang="EN"><strong><u>Our Nurses</u></strong></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"></span><br />
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In all ‘dis crazee worl,<br />
Whether you big Russian guy<br />
Or wee little Irish gurl.<br />
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Is standin’ on your feet all day<br />
At a shaky nursy station<br />
Pounden ‘lil pills to dust<br />
An wachin; 30 pations <br />
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All de while she got in mine<br />
Another can soon be gawn<br />
An she’ll be doin’ paper work<br />
And tryin’ not to mawn<br />
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She luv them all pretty much you see<br />
Dere’s no time to relax<br />
And she has no time to tink aboud<br />
Wah dis Romney guy pays in tax!</span>Bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12058092485240901393noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850088652831813839.post-18862906634723647542013-01-05T15:56:00.003-08:002013-01-05T15:56:43.345-08:00If anyone is remotely interested, here is the link to my eBay listings. (Mostly rare books and odd-ball ephemera)<br />
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While the Republican Party disintegrates before our eyes, their “message” continues to focus on how much we owe, (and they fill their committee chairman seats with White Men--exclusively!) Sure, it’s a lot nicer to have a surplus than it is a debt but:<br />
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I would. (Maybe my little cutie will marry Bill Gates grandson and buy me new villa in Palm Beach!)<br />
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Voila! </span>Bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12058092485240901393noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850088652831813839.post-91134774438702813112012-12-31T10:51:00.001-08:002012-12-31T10:51:49.680-08:00Not all hypocrites are bad people. I had a boss (he fired me because I took a lady friend to a Las Vegas conference, even 'though I paid her way), who got on a "Buy America" kick back in the late 60s, early 70s. He dumped his Mercedes and bought a Mustang which fell apart in about a month. All the while beating the druns for "Buy America", he was killing himself chain smoking Turkish cigarettes. A few years later he sold his hi-tec business to a new group of raiders from Japan. The number of employees dropped from about 500 to about 150!<br />
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Mr. D diad a year later from the cigarettes (and scotch), but he was a nice guy anyway; just happened to be a hypocrite.Bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12058092485240901393noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850088652831813839.post-36069789628330609332012-12-13T09:43:00.000-08:002012-12-13T09:43:51.498-08:00<span lang="EN"><strong><u>Queenie</u></strong><br />
</span><u><span style="font-size: x-small;"></span></u><span style="font-size: x-small;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">Whitey saw the girl in a bamboo cage,<br />
Her chin at rest on her knee;<br />
<br />
He thought she looked familiar<br />
And said. “I guess I’d better go see”.<br />
<br />
Sure enough, that was Queenie, all right,<br />
His “friend” from the Cling Ting Café<br />
<br />
The one who stood about 4 foot ten;<br />
(Whitey was six foot three)<br />
<br />
Well, Queenie spoke a little English<br />
But, to Whitey, she acted dumb<br />
<br />
And like she didn’t know him<br />
She was quiet, still; almost numb.<br />
<br />
<span lang="EN">Then a Chinese guard with a pole came along,<br />
Which he pushed into the cage<br />
<br />
And he growled as he started poking<br />
Which sent Whitey into a blind hot rage.<br />
<br />
The Chinese guy was Queenie’s size<br />
Maybe five feet one, no more;<br />
<br />
And Whitey hit the guy so hard<br />
It broke the little cage door.<br />
<br />
Queenie came out like a shotgun blast<br />
With nary a “thank you please”<br />
<br />
And while I was watching her disappear<br />
Here come the f****n’ MPs<br />
<br />
<span lang="EN">And while they were cuffing Whitey<br />
And getting names and such<br />
<br />
Whitey said, “Maybe you can find her, Bob;<br />
Tell her I’ll be in touch.”<br />
<br />
Two nights later at the Cling Ting Café<br />
I spotted her through the haze<br />
<br />
I sidled up close, and said, “Queenie, Hon,<br />
Poor Whitey got 30 days.” </span></span><br />
<br />
</span>Bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12058092485240901393noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850088652831813839.post-17734005232615515572012-11-29T19:18:00.004-08:002012-11-29T19:18:47.632-08:00<span lang="EN"><strong><u>The Cling Ting Café</u></strong><br />
</span><u><span style="font-size: x-small;"></span></u><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i></i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i> </i>My new friend , Whitey, led me astray!<br />
He dragged my ass to the Cling Ting Café;<br />
<br />
We’d met in a proper Kunming bar,<br />
Drinking spiked tea from a samovar.<br />
<br />
It didn’t take long ‘till we headed out<br />
To some special place he’d heard about;<br />
<br />
It was in the Walled City, about a mile away<br />
Patrolled by MPs, both night and day.<br />
<br />
But this was neither, being half past five<br />
Sun still up, joints closed, not yet alive;<br />
<br />
We got pointed in the right direction<br />
By a young MP who knew this section.<br />
<br />
“The Cling Ting is not yet open”, he said<br />
“But go around the back by the wooden shed;<br />
<br />
A cutie named Queenie will let you in,<br />
“A pack of ciggies gets you rice wine or gin”<br />
<br />
<span lang="EN">The place had a bar along one wall<br />
Tables with phones, you wanna make a call<br />
<br />
To one of the ladies you like as a mate<br />
If that was Queenie, you’d have to wait.<br />
<br />
But, when Whitey asked, she came right over<br />
And Whitey felt he’d soon be in clover.<br />
<br />
But Queenie said, while sitting on his lap<br />
“I solly soljer, I tink I got some clap.”<br />
<br />
I figured Whitey would send her away;<br />
Maybe try somewhere else, another day;<br />
<br />
But Whitey put out his arms as if to engulf her<br />
And said, “Don’t worry kid, I’ll get you some sulfur!”<br />
<br />
This was June, nineteen forty-four<br />
I doubt if the Cling is around anymore<br />
<br />
Nor is my best friend still alive;<br />
A bad heart killed Whitey in ‘65.</span><br />
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</span>Bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12058092485240901393noreply@blogger.com0