Well, let me just clear the air right up front,
I'm not here to badmouth the medical profession,
I just question their methods sometimes.
Let me explain, I'll ty to be as delicate as I can.
I went in for my annual physical with Dr. Jeff Jekyll,
besides, my adenoids must have been resurrected.
Everything went smoothly, until he sent in Nurse Ratched
to take my temperature. That woman has issues.
Now, I've had my temperature taken countless times over,
but nothing prepared me for this. She came in, smiled,
and told me to drop my pants and bend over the table.
It didn't dawn on me what was about to happen next.
She pulled out this thermometer the size of, and I'm not
exaggerating, a freshly carved Louisville Slugger.
Insertion completed. It didn't do much for my disposition,
but it did open up a hole new avenue for me to explore.
At the edge of evening,
on a late-summer night,
the garden is pretending
it will last forever.
Lilies lift their pale trumpets
through the violet hush;
roses crowd around
the knees of two girls in white.
They bend over
their paper-moon lanterns,
shielding the wicks,
watching them flicker gold.
Do you remember those days
when life was so simple,
when dreams seemed real,
our faces aglow in the light?
How night arrives
as it always does,
quietly, leaf by leaf,
darkening the garden around us.
Still, the lanterns remain—
each one a little kept summer,
each one saying
not nothing will be lost,
but carry this:
there is enough light
for the next remembered step—
two small shadows
following the lanterns
home.
The wages of sin are just never paid.
Try as you might you can't make the grade.
Came home from work all tired and forlorn,
My back hurts, my feet hurt, I've bunions and corns.
I've pills for my back, my neck and my shoulders,
No sense in complaining, I'm just getting older.
I rarely sleep now, I just pass out,
Then I wake with a start 'cause my dogs must go out.
The cat's waiting patiently by the back door,
As the dogs race excitedly across the floor.
Then I go to the bathroom to swallow my pills,
Half an hour before breakfast, it's my daily drill.
I bend over double to brush out my locks,
Took a coughing fit and peed in my sock.
I'm just getting old I tell myself again,
It's my punishment now for a youth filled with sin.
i love my skin. God has blessed me. from the beginning of time, my skin has been seen as a weapon. my skin has been seen as a curse. my skin has been seen without even looking. the world was quick to judge and belittled my people to nothing. no voting rights. no human rights. men go work! women go produce! both tie my shoe! move wrong, get whipped. breathe wrong, ladies have to dip. bend down, bend over. bore children from a master who holds not just the whip but the pen to free and deliver. deliver to freedom or try to escape. harriet tubman tried but not many relate. some got stuck, some got free. some are in the ocean, from where the middle passage had to be. my skin i love. my skin i am unashamed of. we matter. we are loved. happy black history, those below and above.
This is a cheeky cover of John's festive suggestive...
So there goes my Christmas
What has Bazball done
Our Ashes tour over
Before it has begun
So a very merry Christmas
And a happy new year
At least Rooty got a ton
A Beauty for all to cheer
So there goes my Christmas
Test sh*tfest in the sun
The hosts in the clover
Us out gunned and out spun
So there goes my Christmas
Bazbull we will now shun
Silly supernova over
The nonsense now done
So a very merry Christmas
And a happy new year
Our boys did bend over
Were shaft*d up their re*r
So there goes my Christmas
Repeat defeat does still stun
Return to white cliffs of Dover
With the urn.. pull the other one
So there goes my Christmas
Brendon hope you had fun
The Ashes are over
Before they had begun
Bazball’s over…Bazball's over
The end ain't near tis already here
Bazball's over…Bazball's over now..
What horror hides behind these walls
That seem to stare with piercing eyes?
The halls--they echo sound like calls
For aid as from tormented cries.
Why do dark shadows seem to reign,
Usurp what little light remains?
This room breathes doom or some such bane,
Each creak gives off some death-like strains.
And who are these whose faces masked
Bend over me with visage grim?
They prod, they pinch, they poke unasked
I struggle but can’t move a limb.
October 26-27, 2025
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Augury
Embers of prophecy rise
In the haunting omens of owls
Divining tea leaves
Heralds speak future through opaque signs
And signals of frantic dogs
Before earth heaves in shock of slip strikes
Or the coming of rainbows
Born from sun and blackness.
Gossamer angels bend over vanishing logic,
Brooding envoys of dark horses
In clouds of fireflies or heresies,
Burned at the stake of mineral, mist or ice.
Messenger, from the mystical, utters the unseen,
The face of mute words, allegories in shrouds
Calling to fabled grails, emerge from mystery.
Heraldic voice stands outside algorithms
Wears a clear cloak named vision or terror
A visage drifting through past or dawn
In images without bones,
Unshakable the slow creeping spice
Built on shape shifting tides
Like mist from cloud castles
Before seeking birth in the hands
Of reality’s fiction.
Quickly He ran dropping his pants in a mad rush!
Bush's Beans for lunch, a build up of gas for old Gus!
His ass hit the toilet seat so fast!
Outward came a disturbing loud blast!
The house shook, the dog growled, and the wife blushed!
The neighbors called 911, they are on their way!
The fireman rushed in, put on their gas mask right away!
He got up, and asked, "What is all the fuss?
The fireman said, " You blew up the house Gus"
"Now bend over." They sprayed Glade, and called it a day.
Did you think it was
going to be about
mad rush shopping
on black Friday? lol
They gave our children mind altering
poisonous drugs to eat,
and we said thank you.
They gave our children excessive violence
and sadistic sex films to see,
and we said thank you.
They performed mutilating surgery
on our children’s' genitals, and we said
thank you.
They turned public education into
propaganda and indoctrination,
they blasphemed God and Faith,
they took away our free speech,
took away our free and fair elections,
murdered children about to be born,
telling us to bend over again
this next election --
thank you
thank you
thank you
thank you
thank you
thank you.........................................
pull out all the stops
keep your shoulder to the wheel
go the extra mile
bust your chops sweat blood
work your fingers to the bone
bend over backwards
go to great lengths put
your heart and soul into it
and work like a dog
go at it hammer
and tongs roll up your sleeves do
the heavy lifting
put your nose to the
grindstone put in the hours
break your back
The dark is not scary
You are just as bright as the sun
But in darkness you illuminate
The tallest of trees
Whisper sweet dreams
Lull the people in their beds to sleep
And hold all the secrets of the night
Moving through the phases of my life
One cycle at a time
Monsters come awake in your light
And flowers bend over,
Ready for the much needed escape
From treacherous humidity
My hair thanks you for cooling the air
And moving the tide
Now I can finally tie my curls down with a silk scarf
And sleep in your radiance
Just last night I awoke from a dream
Sat up in bed and started to scream
Like a funeral pyre
It set my hole on fire
I sure could use some hemorrhoid cream
But I went to the doctor instead
He told me to bend over the bed
Before anyone knew
It dropped down to my shoe
And sat there looking swollen and red
The doctor said I'll give it a shot
But it's going to hurt you a lot
That's when he scratched his head
Tossed it up on the bed
And then tied the damn thing in a knot
Limbo
Hunched over and holding a Zimmer frame
Limbo
Waiting for a call that is never - ever going to come
Limbo
The day draws nearer as the blinds on the window begin to shut sealed
Limbo
That's what they call it, hanging on every single word and action
Limbo
Bend over backwards. Don't bother in even trying. You're bent over now.
Limbo
Pull that duvet and run a bath and play some music
Limbo
Don't listen, just watch. Watch my lips move up and down in slow motion to the rhythm of this beat
Limbo
Don't bother in even trying. It is all done now. It has already gone by and it is told and told to whoever passes you by
Limbo
A woman in a pale green dress
On a pier, with her handbag
Tide is going to progress
Waves roll faster, lowered flag
Slightly quivers on the wind
Someone orders the high tea
A lifeline wasn’t firmly pinned
Now it’s bobbling in the sea
Sunlight weakens, sky gets grayer
Waiters with their trays go by,
Serving reasons for a prayer
But one's memory won’t try
Then you bend, over the table,
Smiling, whispering in my ear
And a horn blows, I’m unable
Your sweet joking words to hear.
This morning when I got up, I went out side to bring in the garbage can. As I approach the side walk, on the other side was a man with a long beard covering his face, even longer than mine. He was bend over like in great pain with vomit on his beard. As I approach him I ask him do he needed help and do he want me to call 911, he said no. As I looked into his eyes they seemed to be clear and he had a quiet smile on his face. I couldn't leave him without helping in some way, so I gave him some finance to help where he would be able to buy some food.
I said to myself, we have food inside the house, so I quickly when inside to the house to make up a package to give to him, but when I came back out side he was gone, no were insight.
I don't know how well this note is written or whether every punctuation is placed correctly, but I am saying this to encourage you. Some times the Lord allow someone to come across your pass and it's up to you to do what you feel in your heart to do (and maybe He send an angel across your past).
When you do something for a person in need, do it not reluctantly or under compulsion and God will reward you accordingly.
(2 Corinthians 9:7)
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