Best Dealings Poems
DECEITFUL DEALINGS AND DEATH
Buying a big old mask for my face!!
I am fooling, you~ you know me far better, you need not a trace.
It's amazing people don't have a clue how to use them!
Not knowing this, could bring on a case of CoVid, who can blame them?
It's more than immoral to not tell people, the dangers.
But in these days, in our fear,now we trust money hungry strangers.
Each day more creative coverings are shown, as hawkers who see them,
To cashing in on fear, it's how they are thrown!
Worse are the freaks or friends who call 911!
Calling the police, like brownshirts, it's a thing that's done??
They haven't a clue that today, you just tested negative.
These self-proclaimed brown shirts, smiling with glee, as you are arrested.
Hiding in coomfy houses,like Techno-lost rats are we!
So we stay at home, some even afraid of bumble-bees.
Take care of yourself, please don't be a rat-fink calling the police?
Better call on neighborhood gang members who leave the young dead and fleeced.
July 4, 2020
11:50 pm PST
Edited
Good governance?
With all those killings?
And wish for potent alliance;
Then be a serf of sham dealings.
10.13.16
"Sign-here with blood," The Devil said.
"But I have none."
His teeth displayed.
"Oh that's alright," the fiend replied,
"The deal was done as soon as your
Two feet walked through my office door."
I turned around and surely saw
A hole I hadn't seen before.
"I have you now, my little one.
I'll have myself a lot of fun."
I paled and wondered what I'd done.
I tried to move but couldn't run.
Oh I was doomed, destroyed at best.
I knew this madman did not jest.
"But i was smart, I hid my heart!"
"Your heart," said he, "has played no part.
My plan had much a simpler start.
I put my hand out palm-side up
Then lied, my dear. A dirty bluff.
I told you you could wiggle out,
Once you decide you've had enough.
But your enough and my enough..."
He laughed, "Why dear, they're quite unlike.
I sold you fame and massive fortune,
Riches that you wasted so-soon.
All I asked of you was that,
You lie, you cuss, be vain with lust.
And you, oh you, you quickly trust.
Don't try to scream, you're in too deep.
No rope, no boat, your faith's asleep.
It gives me no such greater pleasure
To show you pain that has no measure."
"Please!" I cried. My knees went weak.
"You plead?" he sneers, "What's this you speak?
The time for that has passed, alas.
You're Alice, I'm the looking glass.
"Liar!'
"Yes"
"Cheater!"
"Sure.
I'm a cancer without cure.
Submit your soul, I've reached my goal."
Then to-my fear my two eyes tear`d.
My soul departed,
Him, he leered.
"You're mine, all mine, my greedy dear.
Prepare to meet the heart of fear."
the end
Fritz Purdum mined these memories with his poem Boy playing in Dirt.
My grandson an introverted chap
On the playground after lunchtime nap
In the garden of kinders a most fragile Bloom off by himself just seeking some room
Drawing quietly in the dirt sought by
the cub of a lion seeking something to hurt
A little girl approached said what are you doing there,I'll say you wrote you would kill me because
I just don't care
Before she could trot off to falsely make her report
the lone gazelle raised his eyes and gave a little snort
Go ahead she knows I can't even write.........
Second memory
Free Verse
Late one Summer afternoon as I drove past
the substation my brother a lineman worked out of,
I saw he was alone at the end of his day .His partner already having left for home . I layed on the horn and he waved me inside.In his locker he showed me two small bottles of dirt.One bottle taken from southeast missouri came from our mothers grave.The other from high on a hill in
Southern Illinois from our fathers.
Mom's was lighter in color and more Sandy in texture.Dad's was dark and loamy.
We took a little of each added water and made a paste.Using our fingers we marked our faces
As tribal members . He got out the camera used to record damage on poles and took our pictures.They are probably in his life's collection somewhere.
Then we mixed the two and made full facial masks that dried as we drank coffee which I had made. As all this was going on we discussed our parents at length .
When we washed off our beauty treatment our skin was smooth as silk.
It is among one of my favorite memories as an (adult) that include my brother Raymond .
I am going to call him now to see if he still recalls Though I know what the answer will be.
For I know it was as cathartic for him
As it was I found for me
We've not come here to stay forever
Neither are we in a hurry to go either
We've not come to exist and exit
Neither have we come to disrupt earth
But to thrive and live with integrity
Leaving a legacy behind for the next.
Everyone have their purpose on earth
Our footprint are paths for the next
Be the change you want in the world
What you resonate to align with you
Don't give energy you won't accept
What you give you will get doubled.
Be patient for it's a virtue
What you do the next elumate
Without hesitating or pondering
Leave a legacy to make them wonder
If humans did or aliens did
In all your dealings do it wholly.