For me, no Elephant is too big,
in any Room? though it be
Ever so small.!
There are many good people from Hollywood. Hollywood is a working class district of L.A. (1 of 42 districts). Celebs don't live there which includes the Epstein ilk. Bad people are all over the place, especially the Red States and their people who voted for the bad leaders. There are bad dictators all over the world, repressing the women, not just in America. I've never heard of KKK members in Hollywood, I have in the Maga States. Let's not bundle all people in Hollywood, that is ignorance!
A good Ambassador Hollywood, to the world along with Jazz music, Hollywood movies, with their dazzling musicals, bright comedies, and intense dramas, and Si Fi, has been the dream maker for the world! Even those working in the movie industry were by and large hard working Americans. Glamorous actors just a tip of the ice berg. For those conservatives, they should remember Regan was a product of Hollywood. Thank you very much.
The 50’s people are in a diorama
behind a Perspex window,
for the most part they are cheerful,
they cut grass with push mowers,
swim in circles in above ground pools;
by and large they are not serial killers.
The museum is new, colorful and shiny.
The 50’s people wave mechanically
at all on-lookers.
A young questioner asks
why the 50’s people are not all dead?
A reasonable question
which the handler deflects
with a long tale about purple dinosaurs.
The kids are getting bored,
handlers usher them into a cafeteria,
where two 40’s people linger over
a tasteless, sanitized meal.
Youths rib poke each other and sneer.
The two 40’s people have no diorama
they have forgotten how to make one,
worst still, their handler died
the same year Barney went extinct.
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Heroine content with her beloved’s
love, affection and dedication,
one with her own mind.
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Heard had I tales of male malefaction
By and large true, far from fiction,
As happens oft, one out to prey
Gets hunted O to be the prey.
Full of hopes I’m your spouse,
Not filled with any grouse,
For, you my love belied this old wisdom,
I’ve been a free bird in your kingdom--
A truth that needs no proof,
Nor display from a tallest roof.
Lifelong shall ye be my temple’s deity,
We shall be together for life
Lived forever and rife
If not for eternity.
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Natya Shastra |08.02.2025| Free verse,
Note: This is eighth of Ashta-Nayikas, eight heroine types, as classified in a Sanskrit treatise on performing arts in Bharata’s Natya-Shastra. The state (avastha) of the eight romantic heroines widely themed in Indian paintings, literature, sculpture, classical dance forms and music. Swadhina-bhatruka is the eighth of the eight such heroines depicted here in poetic form.
Hear me mates, before its too late.'
Get awake..Not woke! It'll send you broke.)
I have cried in anger.' In sadess and rage.'
At the counrys humilliation, and the world its stage
Its time to leave ideaologys that steal great
Aussie values.' Cue labour liberals greens and the teals!
Go and study the 1980s.' Though there were still fools
In charge.' The people were more involved in actions
By and large.' Put away navel gazing. And disengage.'
From the quackery and e u foolery.' And useless tirades'
In all states and territory, can you just say g'day? Embrace
Your true heros.' Listen to what they say.' I think of Hobart
And Patterson, Bosi' Latter and Hoody.' Culleton and
Rennik and Antic; another goody.' Smit; and krystal, iyah, Claire Woodly too.' stand
With them Australia." And get back to ( true blue!)
Hear ye all, henceforth, Let it be proclaimed,
the first five books are synchronously known
as The Pentateuch. Leading faiths acclaimed
to be Christian and Jewish drawn from stone.
Claimed author, by and large, flight stareway
to wings and hauls swarthy locked dominion.
Greek pente five teuchos book, or crock-clay
to bear volume. Congruence brand common.
Transcend sanctioned, chosen by the divine,
retrieve and set free, quagmire pre-breakout
--God's Law Giver, ... Hebrew Torah enshrine
Moses. Collective's command role, no doubt.
Numbers, *** Genesis, **Who?** Leviticus,
Deuteronomy, *****Mosheh,***** Exodus.
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Childhood being a period of innocence by and large is quite blissful. The old age also can be quite so if it is truly treated as a second childhood. Life and death are equal journeys as death happens right from birth— why this sonnet is equally divided in two sestets followed by a couplet.
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Thou art to soul as sleep is to my strife,
The cheeks when look rosy nor either full,
Lips red nor knees so supple as a rule,
The flesh when falters, wrinkles roar, get rife,
In feeble frame and grey forgetful brain,
And mental will when far from firm does reign.
So, come O Death as lingering night's sleep,
Come to me cooling smooth like a winter,
Or sallow, smooth like a softened summer,
For a soul that has lived full, well and deep,
To whom life seems like a day's work well done,
A night's rest well-earned to face morrow's sun.
In glimmering sunset's withering glow,
O let my old age be somewhat mellow.
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Sonnet |03.01.2008| life, death, old age
I rescind away from the multitude
In search of quiet and solitude
To safeguard clarity of thought
Even at the expense of wind to be caught
For engagement can be an extreme sport
Against which there is no fort
But from time to time I emerge
With summaries of the by and large
I topple honed skills with a punchline
Endless talk falls as I declare a lifeline
And whether I storm or am anticipated
God’s Word meditated has them medicated
For the search of matters delights kings
A far greater thrill than the pursuit of things
And as such I have become with no feign
God hath made me such, so I reign
Though I have no earthly kingdom of mine
Royalty as I have received feels just fine
K. Muitherero
It rained for 3 days,
drenching torrents plunged down
as if a dam had breached.
There was some local flooding
but by and large only minor damage
a lot of litter and flotsam though
‘sky wreckage’ some called it.
The butterfly house was swamped,
its netted walls were ripped ragged
by broken tree limbs,
the seams in the wooden roof
split apart and a wild,
wind-riding rain rode in.
Purple Admirals were beaten down
by the gusting blows,
then drowned.
Painted Ladies were murdered
their mangled decorative forms
no longer cosmetics.
Longwings no longer flew
but in death, swam limply
in the splashing puddles.
A disarray of broken wings
carpeted the deluged floor.
Somewhere in this caged house
sodden chrysalids sway upon fractured twigs;
eventually there will be fluttering wings,
but not here in this ruined shelter
were the air still drips wetly
onto unreceiving
and unmoving antennae.
All lined up
In a single c rank
Twenty two cans of beer fit
Inside the barrel of a tank,
And driving a tank
Is an exhilarating thrill?
But at times you can’t?
Avoid some road kill.
Cookie comes behind
And what does he do?
Guts and chops and slices?
For a nice Range Stew.
When you’re tired and hungry
And really needing to eat
You gobble down the stew
Because meat is meat is meat.
And when its spiced
And cooked up well
A mouth starts watering
Just at the smell.
Just making sure
No Rupert is near
Off to the breech for
A few cans of beer
Range stew is fine when
Washed down with ale
And by and large they all
Live to tell the tale.
Given the choice
It wouldn’t be range stew;
When you’re tired and hungry
Any food at all will do.
Tired and replete
All give thanks
For the cans of beer that fit
Down the barrel of a tank.
My Veteran Cavalry friends insist this is true, so thanks Hobbo, Dave R and Harry for the inspiration.
Seagulls swoop in from a rumored coast,
tropical storms rock small pebbles in Ohio.
It is the season to be watching other's
batten down and endeavor not to drown.
Of course the odd hurricane
may pounce upon us
but by and large we are indifferent.
There is much talk of foreign wars
in Midwest bistro's,
but we suffer only from the daily news.
Atomic annihilations
are not any part of our conversations,
though we do dig deep shelters
in our restless dreams.
The seagulls are getting fat
from the rinds & crumbs
of our bacon sandwiches;
they may never fly away now.
The leaves will fall this Autumn
but nothing much is in a hurry
so no worry.
[In the UK, Halloween was, by and large, overlooked or
ignored… until E.T. came to town. Then it went bonkers!]
*
Back in the day the dead didn’t cry
Around about then the dead didn’t sigh
Nobody knew that the dead could be sly
In those days October just kinda passed by
It used to be so that the one reason why
A pumpkin was grown would be (yum?) pumpkin pie
And if there were bats that were passing on by
They were four inches long and were up in the sky
The sheets on the line would remain until dry
With no cut out eyes or enshrouding some guy
Cadavers would lie where cadavers should lie
And it was the norm to lay down when you die
This Halloween custom, we gave it a try
After the bicycles flew upon high
It’s now here to stay and do you know why
It’s all cos of ET and that Spielberg guy
Warm and good greetings have reached George,
As the sun starts to rise again;
The weather is fair by and large,
Showing no signs of falling rain.
Topic: Birthday of George Miranda (March 26)
By and large, I to go with the current
make no trouble and leave no mess
but this path of least resistance
has brought us to a precipice
or two, maybe three
an unholy
trinity.
So, I will join the protest,
drop a knee, though
acknowledging
white male
privilege
will not
make it
go away
maybe
it’s a start.
But I will wear a mask
cause that corona
virus is serious
four hundred
thousand
globally
and still
killing.
And brothers and sisters, it sure is hot
some blame sun cycles, say it’s not
fossil’s fault except CO2’s rising,
sea level too,
We might build
an ark, but all the trees
have been chopped down
and Mother Earth will watch us
slowly drown.
The shock that I felt was enormous,
as the tab on the cat food I pulled,
a fountain of biscuits shot out of the top-
the box, it was actually full !
I stood, disbelieving, bewildered,
this never had happened before,
I finally came to my senses again
and swept all the bits off the floor.
'Contents are liable to settle',
I've seen it on loads of foodstuffs,
in some cereals, where half of it is fresh air
and what's left is just not quite enough.
And bags of crisps, don't get me started,
whatever the flavour or range,
seven flakes, powdered crumbs
which just coat both your thumbs
and then leave your tongue feeling short-changed.
Forgive me, for always believing
(and I think most folks do, by and large)
that the air we breathe in now and always has been
since the dawn of mankind, free of charge.
So why do the makers of products
include something already free?
Just give us lots more of the thing I paid for
and leave all the breathing to me.
And when my time one day is over
and no longer am in fine fettle,
the box I'm carried off in,
on the lid of the coffin
write ' contents are liable to settle'.
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