Business: best attend with care.
Promptness: why elude?
Positive? Consider flair.
Right and wrong, I brood.
Patience! Thus with trials endured:
Battles bravely fought:
Company vicious, mired and moored!
Flee, O evil thought!
Integrity, sacrosanct.
Injure not the next.
Virtuously houses haunt!
Honesty, my text!
Acquaintances, be thou few.
Be just what you are.
Manners, friendship! O church pew!
Veracity, star!
Parents, counsel respected!
Money, sacrificed!
Intoxicants, protected!
Improvement, well priced!
Wrong: un-ventured threshold!
Passions, with care full watched!
Salutation kindly, gold!
Discouragement: botched!
Zealous labor, for the right!
Otherwise bad night!
Revolution in full flight?
Sound within me, fight...
It’s like I’m carrying everyone’s mail.
Even the junk mail.
And also a lung for transplant.
Which failed.
When you’re depressed?
You get sliced and spliced.
Like a dead body for transplant.
Almost like apples for apple pie.
Which was botched with too much cinnamon and goo.
Can’t uncook it.
That’s the issue with depression.
You can send a lung to someone and it’s ruined somehow.
Or send the most annoying junk mail ever and it makes it every time.
They blame me either way.
Early morning robin’s tune,
clean warble, tweet, lull,
dawn presage melodic,
on steel gray branch,
orange-tint red breast,
neck and chest pale blue,
proud perch, peak poise,
canny eye squint alert,
a shrewd bird winking,
model smart phone cam,
a mild tremor in hand,
as I point this device,
to capture scenic glory,
I can oft reflect on,
with cluster and clan,
that spellbinding snap,
one recalls on record,
oh oozing charm at,
that rapid fire speed,
now oops where has,
haunting creature fled,
pictures now lodged,
in the back of mind,
my one true solace,
in lieu of botched,
endeavour on film
The final minute’s ticked its last
For “60 Minutes”’ time has passed.
A word of warning should suffice –
Its murderer was Bari Weiss.
First Anderson announced he’d leave;
His absence will make many grieve.
Then double axes heaved a chop,
Letting 2 reporters drop.
The Sharyn and Cecilia bust
Removed 2 women I did trust
To tell the stories, blow by blow,
The public has a right to know.
When Ms. Alfonsi spoke her mind
About a cancelled show, she’d find
The bigwigs didn’t like her nerve;
Her canning she did not deserve.
But worst of all was letting go
Scott Pelley, who, as we all know.
Was “60 Minutes”’ heart and soul
And perfect for his starring role.
He pulled no punches and did speak
With well-placed anger; his critique
Cost him his job. Ms. Weiss sure botched
A show we eagerly once watched.
I will show you what the F B I have now informed officially to everybody.!
The survivors unredacted life details
Those make this writes title, is that all? You May well ask of me.? There is more to
The point i raise.' If that is the situation?
How many then are the affected
humans in real
Total.? In this botched investigation? It must be very, very many.'l? And the bureau
Confirms they are ( indeed survivours ) if
So from what? and therefore whom? You
Know I beleive there has been connivance'
That their has been procedure unfair.' A
Reluctance; to bring the law to bear' though perpetrators were reported.'
To skullduggery some officials have resorted.' Unlawfull and mal-feac-iously so
I call for redress also, now immiediatley so!)
I have a carnival in my head.
And a type of song that botched me.
Opened up my mailbox like a torn up scar.
Teeth and other types of feelings.
I hate when I have Christmas Day.
Old wrapping paper, they don’t care about me.
Underneath that subterranean palace.
The New Year lapses.
I have a carnival in my head!
A dandelion died instead.
I have enough fancy tastes.
The bones won’t go to waste.
I have a ferris wheel breathing and breaking things inside me.
Circles like holidays in my head.
Feeble Trump called out Joe Biden
He’s messed up and always hidin'
Who botched Pacific
Is not terrific
And his approval’s now slidin'!
IN AND OF BOTCHED SOWN UNAWARENESS
Just unlock your mind,
And let its waves freely flow:
Frothing awareness:-
I thought you needed my help;
Me, loving unaware:
How unfortunate,
My mental awareness botched;
My mind blindsided:
Triumphant love shadowing
Forgiveness being denied:-
We reap what we sow.
To reap love, you must sow it:
Life’s divine wisdom:-
How could I have sown hate?!
Please God, reveal it to me:-
Ready and waiting,
Like a young ripe banana
Picked for love’s pudding,
Sage forgiveness faithfully
Waits, mixing in love’s pudding:-
The white light across this man made lake gives me something to watch.
As the people i thought liked me enough to be around me have the time of their lives without.
The loneliness brings me more comfort than being around a batch of judging eyes that their smiles don’t reach.
Their botched happiness is obvious to me.
As I’m about to graduate they all decide to scratch me to comfort themselves.
But I’m the one out of all of them who will truly end up happy with myself.
There are no bombs, nor guns ablaze
No killing fields or bloody sands
Yet world is driven into craze
From “sweet old home” to distant lands
Mosaic shattered on the wall
To shreds is ripped old gobelin
Oh why, but why we started brawl
The one we cannot ever win?
I want to think there was a cause
A noble path to richer life
Yet what has started with applause
Created very bitter strife
The tariff wars. Why on this watch?
We shall be paying for it all
The great intend is being botched
As wheels come screeching to a stall
Old broken ties, folks out of play
Long harvest comes with little corn
In time all heals, storm goes away
But leaves dismay, fatigue and scorn
Can’t act as bully among friends
And even less among the foes
“Put in your place” is how it ends
And often with a bloody nose
The shortage’s coming, doubt not
And price, sky-high. Which we OKayed
Big boys be fighting, with us caught
In vicious senseless trade blockade
I want a win for our side
And pot of gold at rainbow’s end
Must walk through anger, pain and snide
While tariff wars are global trend
April 28, 2025
I flew the international route
Had an epiphany, no doubt
Surrounded, the mix of folks
Of ages, languages, life walks
What if we suddenly can share
One intellection, maybe pair?
A story from a distant nook
Earth’s wisdom, ready for a book
Of money, family and love
Tradition, habit thereof,
How we can learn, and why we don’t?
Out of indifference, we wouldn’t
This plane, a sample of mankind
Hey, guys and girls, come read my mind
I long to share, trick or two
You get to wear my old shoe
But no, they slept, restrained and fed
No brainstorms or plans instead
No passing secrets, gained advice
Within our reach, free and precise
No business chat, no meeting place
Or knowledge gained in plane’s space
Polite and friendly, shut as clams
No handshakes offered, only dams
We ate, we read, had movies watched
This opportunity was botched
And as we land - “goodbye, primates”
We split and run, to transfer gates
March 22, 2025
Pro life chop shops
sanctity botched
chain your baby makers
inspect your baby’s crotch
laws ban
lives hang
hangers wrought and bought
the worst of how we’re natured
belts
you’re just another notch
fit in
or sin
resisting a rest
existing erased
pop up chop shops
for furl of brow and fraught
the worst of how we’re natured
belts
you’re just another notch
Composed for Emo-Music Inspired Poems
Poetry Contest by B.J. Fitz
I once tried hopscotch in reverse,
Backwards it went from bad to worse.
My hop was scotched,
My stone was botched,
I fell head over heels adverse!
mistake was worst than a bungle or blunder or ****
totally botched, mishandled and mismanaged
auto mechanics excuses put dad in a funky huff
his Ford was in worst shape now, totally damaged
When I woke up this morning
I was not in my bed.
I found myself instead
Inside Franz Kafka's head.
He started Metamorphosis,
I thought, 'What is this?'"
There was no panic
I just sat back and watched
A master at his craft
Until my plan was botched.
He noticed me
Inside his head
As he finished up.
He sneezed me out as
I rolled down his pen and
His niece sure picked me up.
We've lived together, happily,
Me and Kafka's niece,
Ever since that one weird day
I shot out of Kafka's sneeze.
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