all bark, no trunk tree
wind howls from cruel blank sea
calls all in, bluffing
the emperor has no clothes
no child innocent remains
Obtuse abuse..rude platitudes shout..
About alternative attitudes..generations..
Scream at different altitudes & latitudes..
Venerate mandarins sins..
Generate pernicious vicissitudes
Vicious avaricious machinations..
Celebrate nations chagrin…
Pander to propaganda spin..
AI garlanded reputations..
Cohorts in suits cavort in cahoots..
Kiss or diss..the abyss
Hiss of mis-information bliss..
Arrests..capitalist corporate conquests...detests protest..
Well got egregious prior & previous..
SO
Whatever your hue or world view..
We know what's wrong..doesn't belong
Deliriously daring to dream of derring do..
The meme..prime time you probably knew..
The Force..of course..
Is also seriously strong in you..
on way to Ulster
saw a cumbersome cluster
in a big bluster
while amicable
did become despicable
was predictable
when perusing on map
flowing from tree was much sap
between ears big gap
when with day of grace
of what we saw was a trace
egg all over face
when wearing bloomer
based on the latest rumor
died from brain tumor
being demented
was hard when he had hinted
hair would be tinted
of ice cream ate scoop
saw another nincompoop
doing hula hoop
While sitting outside in the park
I notice the dogs that will bark
Are the ones whose small size
Makes their outrage unwise
And effective as shots in the dark.
As the bigger dogs trot quickly by
All that bluster, in ample supply,
Goes unnoticed and yet,
Every tiniest pet
Thinks his prowess is hard to deny.
Vacant Perdition
Reeling listless
Empty story
Gazing, endless
Mandatory
Purgatory
Muted motion
Thinking sorely
Null devotion
Sudden urges
Fleeting feelings
Will emerges
Sailing ceilings
Disused dealings
Mislaid purpose
Broken meanings
Without service
It’s insipid
Bouncing bluster
Wisdom wicked
Nothing mustered
Lacking luster
Sempiternal
Filibuster
Silence vernal
What did Custer bluster as he saw the Indians rushin' up the valley?
"HERE COME THE INDIANS, BOYS! AIN'T NO TIME TO DALLY"!
Custer's brave troopers fought with all the force they could muster,
But the Indians won the day thereby makin' a widder of Missus Custer!
My boss believed he should be on the stage,
And each morning he’d act out on his rage.
If you’d complain or curse,
It made it that much worse,
Until they hauled him away in a cage.
Windy, restless day
Grey clouds dance across the sky
The persistent sun peaks through
White caps on the pond
The day hurries to an end
Pink cotton candy sunset
Wind
begins
with the small
tinkle outside
my door from wind chimes
hung just to capture the
beginning of a bluster
then roars to a point where it seems
those chimes will fall from their peg to go
far away with this fierce force blowing on.