Always late everyone had to wait for my uncle Dave
Came back from war, Nazi's souvenir's galore, a nation did save
Took the cushion from Hitler's chair, under Patton he was there, he was brave
Graduated Harvard MBA, went to work right away, his own enclave
No one knew what he did, over all a secret lid, took it to his grave
Took us to the show, for us cleared out a whole row, made people go, uncle Dave
Gridlock on the freeway, got out cleared cars away, an exit gave
Parked in any official spot, never got towed or caught, police would just wave
Late at the airport to say goodbye, wouldn't let the plane fly, an order gave
TSA drove him out to the plane, lowered stairs a goodbye did obtain, uncle Dave
My wife while walking by, with her eye through a window did spy,
him showing training films in an office of the FBI, uncle Dave
Put his finger to his lips, then moved it as a zipper zips, uncle Dave
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- Comment from author about the poem: Every event is true I swear I was there got to sit on the cushion from Hitler's chair, was in the driver seat of his Belvedere. Only his name changed to protect his privacy
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😂🤣When you have to use my name in the hopes of getting a bite, you are really in a bad way. aren't you, Soren.........?
Your name works so well for rhyme my good friend and besides I like the name actually Thanks for the read and comment Dave
One might wonder if that cushion smelt of anything in particular? Pardon the cringe of that🙏🏻🕊️
Thanks Cryptic for the read and comment yes he did pass a lot of gas.
Oh dear. You are or have been closer to him than most people have, for the fraction of a moment. I think for me it was having in my primary school hands for one equally brief moment a signed copy of Mein Kampf that probably has more significance now than at that particular moment, in hindsight 🙏🏻🕊️
Uncle Dave, the man of mystery, no medals on show, always hidden.
Wars are won by uncle Dave's, hiding in the shadows directing fire, misinformation confusing the enemy.
Uncle Dave's never speak, they take it to the grave.
Thank you Paul for your read and kind words they are deeply appreciated. He was the family enigma from the time I was small until I grew old and every one of those events as true as gold
Uncle Dave moves through life like a legend in motion,
his stories stitched with mischief, courage, and ghosts.
Thanks so much Thomas for the review it is always most appreciated. My uncle was exactly that, where he got money to buy the best house in the family paid in cash and seldom going to work, always just puttering around, leaving at strange hours to quickly return no one ever knew.
Well said. Your poem serves to celebrate Uncle Dave's complexity as a character, blending admiration for his bravery with curiosity about the secrets he carried. It invites readers to reflect on how individual lives intersect with broader historical narratives.
Thanks so much Friendship for the read and interpretation. Your comments are most appreciated
Some wouldn't want to grace a cushion of Hitler's, but want to spit on it, or even set fire it to it!
Woof! That's strong words, says Fido.
How about just fart on it Orchi. Thanks for the read and comment my friend
Very interesting story told through poetry. Uncle Dave seems like a wonderful person to be around, I’m sure he told many stories. I also liked how at the end his secret seems to be whimsical of sorts, instead of seeming very dark. Great job Soren.
Thank you so much Allie for the read and comment it is appreciated. No although outspoken about politics or world affairs never a word about work or past
Soren, this is beautifully done. The litany of privilege and access never brags, never explains…it just accumulates until the silence becomes the loudest truth. “Put his finger to his lips, then moved it as a zipper zips, uncle Dave” is the only ending this poem could have. Well done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you so much Tristan your words mean a great deal to me and are most appreciated.
Most welcome, Soren!
Fine words soren, yes there are people out there who can say nothing.
Andy
Thank you Andy for your read and comment
truth really is stranger than fiction!
Thanks so much Vipassana your encouragement is deeply valued
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