Mono Aluminum Pijin they called him. A rascal and a sailor. He buys beef jerky by the bucket. He shaved his beard with a hand carved whale bone. They roll the flanks of mutton in braided lamb chitterlings, and roast them fair and square. The sauce is sweet nuff for dipping. As He crosses his legs to raise his pinky in the air. Far to perfect is the evening, might a woman wish to dance. She'd be greasy if she lean on me, cause I wiped the grease on my pants.
Mono Aluminum Pijin they called him. A rascal and a sailor. He buys beef jerky by the bucket. He shaved his beard with a hand carved whale bone. They roll the flanks of mutton in braided lamb chitterlings, and roast them fair and square. The sauce is sweet nuff for dipping. As He crosses his legs to raise his pinky in the air. Far to perfect is the evening, might a woman wish to dance. She'd be greasy if she lean on me, cause I wiped the grease on my pants.
There is a hut,
I'm riding on a rut,
I hope it does not rust,
I don't need to be hasty,
Where things can in a hurry,
I am a bit blurry,
I made it on the top of a cherry,
You don't need to feel sorry,
I saw something shiny,
Soon, it will be rainy,
I hope it is sunny,
Until the water stream is runny,
I am not a phony,
I am very keen,
It is enough for me to be lean,
Keep me in the lane,
I carry myself a cane,
To show what it meant,
I'm trying to be sane,
I'm sitting on a pane,
I know it is such a shame,
Look what had come,
It is not Rome,
I know it is the same,
It is my other jam.
A conglumalate of comapnies gathered together to Unite
under one banner. The sorted the talents, and ranked : reranked
several Pro Grapplers.both in Kayfade and for-reallie-dough!
They excluded the Juggernaut.
The one the World might envy.
But the saw fit to advertise in markets where they are sucluded and often riciculded.
A straight forward Sports Genred Event.
Was advertsied. The Caption said on this date from now and forever all the world shall speak of _______________ As World Champion! They advertised it like they were from the year. 2033 which is a big deal in some wrestling areas. The Guilds and The Guilded are to compete before an "awaiting " Hungery World!
I think this is a novel concept.
Bravo!
Bravo!
I 'am dead inside. Each new day I feel another part of me die. IT's like a withering old house. You thought it'd be a good idea then you realized the work and just left it. Years later you return and find holes, vines all up the house, so much that you can barely see it. Like the vines felt the need to protect and secure it, so that it's never left alone again. Untouched and Unloved (except for the vines). Even Mother Nature feels the pain for the left behind, the forgotten. She finds a way to hug and protect what once was. She finds a way to keep the house hidden from pain. I"AM THE HOUSE and IAM DEAD INSIDE
The outward action received
as red cardinals emerges
singing on top of the bird bath
releasing heavenly tunes
while the four of clock
flowers began to open
as the church bell chime
just in time for mass
the holy spirit lands
deep inside my heart
my spirit soars opening
the church doors only
God knows why these
flowers opened and closed
the holy trinity's now exposed
The Parrot
The bird in the cage has featherless wings folded
to the naked body like squeaking scissors
I'm 89 today let, me out of this bloody cage!
Its owner is hard of hearing, is the widow of a war
veteran, I think the First World War
She tells everyone she meets, 8 million horses and
12 million donkeys were killed on the battlefield and no one
took notice
Humanity only thought of their suffering and were
impervious to animals' feelings, more, a wounded animal was eyed as a potential meal by hungry soldiers
Dragged from a green field to a soggy battlefield and
not a word of thank you
Goulash, the famous Hungarian dish, was made from horse
flesh and camouflaged with paprika, pepper, and salt
for 89 years, the parrot had only been able to read
the titles of books on the shelf on the opposite wall
It had a lively mind and listened to the radio every day
well educated can squawk with the best of them
Two people and a dream
It is easy to start a war, send up a rocket, and get one in return and spiteful words lead to hatred of the sort
the consumes the soul and reason disappears in the fog
of odium that can only end in the slaughter of a nation
The military invasion of Gaza began with righteous anger and a thirst for revenge, but now as vengeance
has been sated it is time to end this if it is not too late
the political leader of the invading nation is tired, he knows he was overreaching himself to his enemies at home's delight, his face drawn and depressed as he senses the prize to pay for failure, a political death
His name will forever be the one who started a war that
nearly brought his own country into nuclear ashes only
stopped by those he had hated the most
In the end, we might live to see a country of two people
where religion is a private affair that does not interfere in the daily life of the people
And this nation shall be mighty and bring peace to a region that has, for too long, been in the shadows of so many
wars suffered where much blood has been spilled
morning in Happyland
As the night dissipated and the modest dawn came
seeping into my room, I looked up to the ceiling
a black cloud hangs over my head
I moved the cloud to the dark/brown wardrobe
where it blended in with the skeptical color.
The closet is very big and empty, I sometimes walk into it when I remember things from my youth, that I ought to be ashamed of; I said “In my youth” These days I have lost the ability to be dishonorable in my daily life, or I have developed the shield of honesty and there is nothing to be
inglorious about.
Coffee and toast, no time to sit down, I have to drive my wife to town to see her doctor about her bones, there will be no place to park and I have to drive home, til she calls for me to pick her up.
I have to renew my driver's license soon, I dread
if I fail, and walking much is not an option I leave walking to people who like following narrow tracks
and get their feet wet in the tall morning grass
with this, I walk back into the wardrobe.
Failed poet
It is worrying when your mind is electrocuted by overthinking when you know for sure the system
is out to get you
The man sat naked on his roof as was his want none can deny this common right.
They tried to get him down from there, but he insisted they must hear his earth-shattering poems
of the sort that make grown men weep, go home
make love to their wives, and start a sheep farm in the utter Hebrides.
They got him down from the roof by telling him a hall was ready for him to speak, his dog didn't believe this and bit a nurse's ankle.
Then it was a morning when many middle-aged men slept in a big room; and in the gray morning light he wondered how come, there were so many failed poets
When feeling better, he came to the understanding that poetry is only beneficial for the millions of verse makers who otherwise will take to drink.
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The lady who cleans the dead
The woman who washed and dressed the body of my wife´s brother came for a visit and to get paid for her service
I noticed the nails of her hands were manicured pink
did she in her daily work touch more dead bodies daily than live ones? She looked beach clean, bet she used gloves when eating lunch.
I made ill at ease, studying her like she was an alien, deeply tanned, this was understandable spending so much time in a cellar full of corpses.
Why had she chosen this profession, perhaps she had studied to be a doctor and failed.
A new idea struck me if I suddenly died, she would clean me, put lipstick on my dead lips, and rouge on my cheeks for a cheap laugh
I smiled broadly at her and nodded to what she said showing my best side, you never know.
A warning!
I saw a man with a hastily packed suitcase asking for a room
at a B/B, looking agitated, there must have been an almighty
row, which he, a mere man, had lost.
After booking in, he came down to the bar, had a large whiskey with a beer chaser, still talking to himself, saying what he had failed to say when losing the argument.
He had borrowed money and given his wife a new washing machine; we in the bar knew it would be cheaper to buy his wife a bouquet of roses.
Oh, silly man, a wife is not a maid; she does your laundry not
because she likes to, out of love and to be appreciated.
If you don't take your suitcase and go back to your wife, tell
her you are sorry, you will end up like us sitting in a bar regretting the past.
As for Mornings
The skin on my feet crinkles and looks like an old newspaper left out in the sun, I have five pairs of shorts and can use none
I have bought a cream for dry skin, but first, I need a shower that
makes the skin drier still, and I think, it all!
At a building site. nearby, they are boring a big square hole in the
ground presumable a garage for electric cars and stick a big building
on top, I hope it floods!
The building site used to have a nice house, set in a beautiful garden, but Sharks with cement, bricks, and money came and a story ended
There is talk of banning petrol cars, that means we, pensioners and
low low-paidkers learn to walk or take the bus, getting wet and soggy when it rains, the bus is late.
it all!
Barefoot in the woods of world
All marred by callous hands of time
This life devoured the heart itself
That heaved and moaned in land of time
On thorns of life on ways all curled
Composed a lonesome forlorn rhyme
Such wounds that no balm ever heal
And green than Greenland were they all
A silence as their lips has sealed
In them and world was unseen wall
The woods were deep and brimmed with love
With thousands larks and cuckoos songs
But O that in heart dreams and Dove
Were withering with the pain for long
O may that they sing songs of glee !
O may they roam in mirthful hills!
O may Thy watery falls can see!
The scars of wheels of watermills !
O may that for once YOU can see!
The Pains that ate the hearts of all
The piercing thorns that soul can see
On which the fainted heart there fall
All gloom , unrest, all unhealed wounds
May sooth them winds of far off wood
The woods that not on land of sound
In heart of hills and lands they should
That woods wherest we sleep in Glee
Far and far off from hands of time
In shady haunts where soul will flee
And in vain will sing bands of Time
MY heart weeps for humanity
I pray for the people of the World.
Endemics, earthquakes, floods and hurricanes
devastating people's lives.
Children being slaughtered in their classrooms, by weapons of war!
My heart weeps for humanity
People are being slaughtered in their Churches, Grocery stores or just sitting out watching a parade, by weapons of war!
My heart weeps for humanity
Our children are living in fear.
Our parents are living in fear.
Our seniors are living in fear.
While politicians continue to play with our children's lives
all because of greed, they have no empathy for the other.
They seem to think that this epidemic of weapons of war! it has nothing to do with them, until it comes to their home.
My heart weeps for humanity
The words of SAI--BABA comes to mind.
Politics without principles
Education without character
Science without humanity Commerce without morality, are not only useless but positively dangerous.
My heart weeps for humanity
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