I hear the boots of Krystallnacht
marching in our streets
Heil, Hitler… Heil, Sinwar…
Heil, Hitler… Heil, Sinwar…
I hear the glass of Krystallnacht
clinking 'neath their cleats
Dirty Jews… Jew pigs
Free Palestine… Intifada lives
I see 'our leaders’ cower
turning backsides to the fray
like Harvard's President, Claudine Gay
POTUS Biden asked a question, walks away
I see my fellow Jews betray our cause
shouting, 'Intifada Revolution'... 'No More Genocide'...
seeming not to understand
disunited, we perish by suicide...
Have we forgotten, do we not recall
His covenantal promise we'd never fall
One place to turn, one Name to call
~ God of Israel, save us all
They say Claudine Gay resigned today
Diversity at the university just died, we pray
Good to know that we can be sure that Ms. Claudine Gay
Harvard's newest president was thoroughly vetted, 'the Harvard way'
She's good with Harvard's policy that using the wrong pronoun is abuse
But 'context is required' to discipline those who scream 'Genocide for Jews'
A desert lake is a perfect
mirror of the bluest sky
that everyone has ever seen,
it wants to trade place and expect
to be a part of Heaven
without the pretty
daisies and lilies:
it will have plenty of clouds
that will shine on breezy August noons...
as folks let loose their colorful balloons!
Watch little Claudine play the Hohner,
often times she borrows her dad's guitar...
while Aunt Jane puts on her straw hat
and shades to resemble a movie star;
that's not a beach, but she looks hot!
What's missing besides a songster?
A desert lake is a perfect mirror
of the bluest sky in Oklahoma...
where no sea is seen only big mountains,
Uncle Jesse slowly sips his chilled beer;
if it'll rain, he'll play the harmonica
making her niece mad with furrowed brows!
Watch little Claudine play the Hohner
getting claps from pops and grannies,
nobody notices when her song is out of tune;
Jack tries to warn her, but she neglects him with a smirk:
let him dance, let him sing music can change his quirk!
Funny how it delights the frantic puppies
that join the fun thinking it's opportune
to surround and upset Jack the crooner!
C-heerful
L-ines
A-pply
U-plifting
D-edication
I-n
N-atal
E-xpression's
N-ote
E-mploying
S-tatement
O-f
R-ight
T-opic
A-bout
D-elightful
O-pus
Topic: Birthday of Claudine Nesortado (January 15)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
H-eavenly
A-crostic
N-ote
N-icely
A-pplies
C-omforting
L-ine
A-s
U-nique
D-esign
I-s
N-otably
E-mployed
D-elightfully
O-pening
M-ind
I-n
N-oble
G-reeting's
O-bjective
Topic: Birthday of Hanna Claudine Domingo (November 02)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Claudine knows that her virtue
is too rare and priceless;
envious eyes avoid her...
they fear the wisdom she possesses.
What God gives some chosen individuals
is both grace and humbleness;
we can tell how true they are
when they speak and glow with honesty.
If status, gender, race and color were a dilemma:
would God allow His purpose to fail?
No, all are equal and deserve a chance
at being all they can be and carry on the legacy.
A beauty that remains pure
such as Claudine's must be admired;
she never went to an extent
to add that extra touch of flawlessness.
A person that seeks perfection is
after vanity and self-glorification...
so voracious to grasp all by not
letting that flower of purity bloom inside.
Written on 1/9/2017
Lessons learned
by first the Chinese
then France
and the Unites States...
Never underestimate
unconventional units
or guerrilla warfare
supported by regular units...
Dien Bien Phu
Bernard B. Fall
called it
"Hell in a very small place"
soon after 1954
America walked the "Street without joy"
The Viet Minh
attacking satellite positions
seven in all
such names as
"Huguette"
"Claudine"
"Gabrielle"
"Beatrice"
General Giap
former school teacher
later besieged Khe Sanh
saved only by B-52 air strikes...
What men will die for
makes less sense
as time goes by...
Perhaps it is
the unspoken honor
among comrades
and brothers...
Still they soldiered on
60 years has passed
and around the world
the madness has grown...
~ ~ ~ ~
So alike to a budding rose, casting out the scent of its unique pollen.
So alike to an unfurling cocoon, before emerges the butterfly.
Sweetest voice that resonates deep, like the showers of a waterfall echoing on the deep blue pond.
The easy way you carrieth yourself through, with a firm sway like a leaf stem grounded where you belong.
Your long delicate fingers with which you pluck and touch, either nipple or guitar, preferably with an audience.
thinketh ye it lies in that tremulous smile she flashes,
what charms she uses that so many men even fair youth stalk her and fall on her feet with long sighs reciting proposals,
like lovelorn teenage girls adoring the prowess & perfection of the statue of David
Prettiest comments that rushes like a stream, like a waterfall flowing out of my bosom with greasy ease.
was it not i yesterday, whose foul tongue dripped with venom and hate, but now my heart, my mind and my soul, see only the light that is you and i can do no other but impress my veneration profoundly................
by Sean Claudine
My old forty fives lie dormant in my attic
There were so many one hit wonders in our time
I lived my youth listening to music
As Troy Shondell moaned “This Time”
When Robin Luke sang “Susie Darlin’”
The Bobettes had “Mr. Lee”
“Shout, Shout, Knock Yourself Out”
Lolita’s “Sailor, Your Home is the Sea”
Claudine Clark wailed “Party Lights”
Ral Donner crooned “Please Don’t Go”
The Exciters said “Tell Him”
Travis and Bob said “Tell Him No”
“Mission Bell” by Donnie Brooks
“One Tin Soldier”, Coven said it all
Russ Hamilton sang “Rainbow”
“Baby, The Rain Must Fall”
“Sorry, I Ran All The Way Home”
The Rocky Fellers Sang “Killer Joe”
Corsairs crooned “Smoky Places”
Bob Moore sang about “Mexico”
There must be 10, 000 one hit wonders
Don’t know which ones to choose
Still love “Let’s think About Livin’”
And the Fendermen’s “Mule Skinner Blues”
I remembered watching the Hit Parade
“Cindy Oh Cindy” and “Marianne”
“To Know Him Is To Love Him”
"Like a Tiger" by Fabian.
Good morning Bushy Tail
How are you today?
I sure did miss you
When I was away.
Even now that I've returned
I still don't get the chance
To enjoy all you antics
Because of my darned back.
I understand you guys
Must of missed me too
I heard of all the damage
The neighbors blamed on you.
You not only ate their seeds
And chased the birds away
But chewed up their bird feeder
In your greed one day.
And now the four of you
As innocent as can be
Try to entertain me
Chasing up and down the trees.
And you think your antics
Will erase from my mind
All the naughty things you did,
Sorry I'm not blind.
But maybe if you'd apologize
And pretend to ask remission
Maybe Claudine would let you guys
Visit on occasions.
I’ll not make a promise
But leave her birds alone
Don’t chew up the feeder
And move yourselves back home.
I’ll hopefully be better soon
And once more care for you
Until that happens watch yourselves
Or take a rocket to the moon.
Cile Beer
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