take a bite out of crime
this phrase came to me as an original thought
but then I looked the phrase up
and saw McDuff the crime dog from the sixties
my growing up years
that is where the phrase came from
I had forgotten all about it
until a few minutes ago
when I thought for a couple of seconds
it was my own idea
silly me
I still think it’s a good goal to aim for
I hope we can
take a bite out of crime
it seems worse than ever these days
The bullet entered the brain
The brain considered the pain
The pain unclouded the rain
The rain just cleaned up the stain
Howdy Modi was just a myth,
Rowdy Modi, to show my teeth,
No more than a fig leaf
My tariff’s no tariff,
And rowdy, to have a row with,
Why? He came in my way
Of Nobel, and must pay,
You know not how deep I’m beneath!
___________________________
Happenings | 40.08.2025 | USA, humour
Note: It is no state secret that Trump loves being flattered and buttered up. Occasionally he’s good at buttering up as well. He did that to Modi with ‘howdy Modi’ when he wanted Indian votes in his first go at presidency. Pakistan did it, as also Israel’s Bibi before it. India refused when he wanted credit (and undeservedly so) for Indo-Pak ceasefire. All are susceptible to praise, genuine or false, but Trump seems ravenous for false praise-- somewhat of the type Goldsmith hinted:
Full well they laugh’d with counterfeited glee
At his jokes for many a joke had he.
Shimmering cascades of tumbling clear water free falling.
Tiny sparkling crystal-like droplets escaped the mighty deluge.
Sun soaked the waterfall glistened like diamond jewelry.
unlike her peers
she doesn't bite
~ wee ladybug brings luck
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
snowy white with shiny granulated crystals
pink yellow and red candy sprinkles on the top
brain freeze at first bite
Kneaded clouds in saltlight bowls,
rolled paper thin, then baked
into a crescent shaped croissant.
Buttered with mist.
The first bite and you fall from heavens,
crumb by dream-soaked crumb.
Throbbing, concave marks
adorn my skin—records of
your hunger, sated only by
the meat of
my body.
Though the pain is sweet—craved,
fulfilling—and my blood rushes
to provide you with drink,
my head—detached,
neglected—wanders.
Tell me, if the flesh fell away
like tender rib meat off of the bone—
would you still ache to sink your teeth
into the me
that remained?
*************************************************************He told me a lie - He made me cry.*
*To make amends - before it all ends,*
*He thought for hours,*
*To give me flowers, *
_______________ * For a new start. *______________
No, I just need an unbreakable heart.
Doggone it, I used to make a killin' at casinos,
R o l l i n g sevens; killing em' all softly
The way The Rolling Stones kill it on the stage.
Brimming with confidence, I made my way back,
But my Tumblin Dice came up snake eyes.
"Angie," my so-called "Lady Luck" betrays me.
Whenever I peek through a window of
Golden opportunity, you bet she'll Paint It Black.
She frowns at me, and loves to remind me,
"You Can't Always Get What You Want."
She coldly snatches glory Under My Thumb.
She tells me my chances of recapturing
My lost mojo are as good as riding Wild Horses.
Across the open Appalachian badlands,
Or picking up Honky Tonk Women at
My local Ruby Tuesday restaurant. Gee, thanks!
I know her well, and she knows me too well,
the way we two talk, the whole town can tell,
ten years wed, fire she spits,
drives me crazy, out of wits,
how wedding cakes can change heaven to hell!
Bite Me
All Words
Have Multiple Meanings.
Some Of Them Worse
Than Most.
When They Try To Say
What They're Meant
To Convey, Their
Intention(s) May Be
Lost.
In Con-Text and
Comb-I-Nation They Fly
Where Meanings
Multiply...
You 'Sight' What's Said
In Dreams Ahead,
You Love Those
Loving Lies.
When You Read It
Like I Wouldn't,
You Know, Like You
Have A Choice:
You Write Whatever
You're Reading With
Your Own
Peculiar Voice.
I Want You To Read It
Right, You Know?
Then I Want You
To Read It Wrong.
The Truth Ahead
Is What Was Said,
'Though Missing
All Along.
-Gray Squirrel
06-02-2025
She is a flesh devouring fairy who feasts on children
who dont' wash their hands and primp their toes
Darkly inclined she lives in the shadows, once bitten
you will turn as evil as her extra long snubby nose
Her name is Darkelina and she snickers to herself
she owns spidery fingers and her teeth are razor sharp
Sponge em' down, disinfect, scour them clean or else
she will cleave your little pinkie and stitch it to her harp
Darkelina Pixie-Meana thats what they call her Heh !
better wash it or hide it before she finds you child
Gloomy and morose with a dark disposition, its her way
better tuck them under the covers, for she is crazy wild
Beyond the twitch of night she can give you such a fright
shes got teeth with jagged edges, boy how she loves to bite !
apple bites the dust
a taste of forbidden fruit~
c d corruption
o i l e
A need to capture what I’ve been through
to map life’s puzzle, writing’s the glue
Making sense of what’s seemingly random
so that I can understand some
To preserve it for aye and forever too
what went down ~ where, why and who
Entry in 'Bite Size Contest No 110'
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
May 08, 2025
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