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Fatman is Throbbin'

Late one night, Batman said to Robin,

"To the Batpole, my head is throbbin'."

It was going on three,

Interrupted with tea,

All Alfred saw was Rob's head bobbin'.


Then Batman told Batgirl, "Drop on by."

Eager to please, didn't bat an eye.

And just like the Joker,

Proceeded to poker,

Leaving poor Robin to choke and DIE!


The Penguin, Catwoman, and Riddler,

Now accompanied by a fiddler.

The Commissioner read,

"Our poor Robin is dead,"

But Batman continued to diddler.


Robin's kin wired Ennard McFlivey,

His firm was hired for Leonard Spivey.

Justice now would prevail,

Batman, now out on bail,

Caught a bad case of Poison Ivy.

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Shades

APoem For ANZAC Day 
25 April 2015
 
One hundred years on and
Old enemies are now friends
So often the way of the world
After conflicts ends.
And that War 
To End All Wars
Just laid the foundations
For so many more.

From Suvla Bay to Basra,
To our modern days,
The world remains ruled by
Ever more aggressive ways.
Do the  shades of the fallen
From a Valhalla somewhere
Look at the turning world
And sigh with despair.

Was their sacrifice wasted:
Were any lessons learned;
Did the people benefit
From any victory earned.
Do they draw the curtains
Shut out the view
Very little changes
Very little is new.

One hundred years further on
A very different where and when
May greet those restless shades 
With curtains drawn back again:
A new world maybe emerged
With conflicts all long done,
That War To End All wars
Having finally been won.

I hasd the honour of reading this to the congregation at the ANZAC  Day Rembrance Service in Hull 2015.  The Australian High Commissioner and a Senior AAF were in attendance.  It was written fr the occasion

No Baseball

The Commissioner of Baseball just issued a threat
  "This year we may not have major league ball."
     ~ As if Americans still care at all...

The Lighter Side of Diversity

I don't see many white NBA players
   even fewer white all-stars
I wonder what kind of xenophobic tyrants
   the owners and commissioner are

Not one Latino hockey player that I know
   has made it to the big-time, to the NHL's show
Demonstrating once more and again
   How our deep-seated prejudices continue to grow

As for gay football players, there's only been one
   He sat on the sidelines, and he was done
Where's that rainbow of pigskin diversity
   Like Colin Kaepernick, it's taken a knee...

There's this old-fashioned idea that 'talent will out'
   ~ Which is inherently biased, no doubt

Cornucopia

In Classical Antiquity, “Cornucopia” means plenty,
A symbol of abundance, nourishment overflowing;
That was my Mother, a Cornucopia for many,
In her lifetime of service to others, without crowing.

Evelyn was many things, but "Master Chef" by definition,
The magical commissioner of a welcoming kitchen;
Where small talk ensued, as heat was applied,
Every recipe and dish, using taste as her guide.

Location mattered not, twas her home or yours,
Or a campsite somewhere, Mother loved the outdoors;
And the tools of her trade, simply counted far less
Than the magic she used, to sooth and to bless.

Like Christ on that hillside multiplying fishes and loaves,
She defied earthly science, mouths fed by the droves;
In volumes that satisfied even neighbors, and friends,
Our pets also royalty, their palates too cleansed.

Between meals our long table, was always reset,
Place settings in waiting, cleansed and well prepped;
‘Cornucopia’ describes best, our dear precious Mother,
Prepping meals now in Glory, for our loving Heavenly Father.

Apple To Pay Tax Back

The EU Commissioner to do with competition, 
Ruled against Apple’s avoidance of Euro tax,
By homing itself in southern Ireland, evasion, 
Where it doesn’t pay tax in a double Irish fax. 

One ramification of Brexit is that the good EU, 
Will be looking in this divorce proceedings interim, 
At other filters of finance for its adhesive glue,  
At other ways to support its productions and vim. 

The thing is, I expected this rational reflection, 
For some time, since the many shamed the greats, 
When in 2015 Amazon was sought for collection, 
Along with Google and Starbucks, at the gates.

Pizza Wars

Out in California
I set up my little pizza place
that was shaped like a small tower,
while the other big name
pizza place giants,
moved in on my business
and had a lot more power,
their pizzas were made as
if on an assembly line
with little garlic and
hardly any toppings,
while with my pizza I took
a little longer to make,
all hand made crust
and a sauce that was to die for,
they used all kinds of different
ads and slogans to get more customers,
while alls I had was an electric sign
that blinked on and off "were open,"
then one day as fate would have it,
there was a moderate earthquake,
and my pizza place ended up slanting
a bit instead of standing straight up,
now tilting about 10 degrees eastward,
thought I might have to shut it down,
but thank God the planning commissioner
and inspector said it was 
still safe and sound,
and much to my surprise,
I got frequented by more and more customers
who said it was not only that they loved
the taste of my old fashioned homemade pizza,
and how I always warmly smiled and greeted,
but also the new look of my now
unique leaning tower of pizza.

Be

BE 

What will you be? 
A doctor, lawyer, a teacher or judge 
A misfit, con artist or just another street thug 
What will you be? 
Yes resources unfavorable, experiences you’ve gone through 
Misfortunate lives trying to figure out whose you will align to 
What will you be? 
A business owner, writer or preacher 
Street pharmacist or city commissioner 
What will you be? 
With all of your spirituality, what will you be? 
Emotional baggage and poor mental state 
The master of poor choices 
It’s hard to communicate 
How will you get to your destiny? 
Will it be the luck of the lottery?
Do you believe in fate? 
Many dreams and aspirations can they be fulfilled? 
The answer is yes 
With determination and God’s will 
You can be what God says you ought to be 
Strong, vigilant, mighty and brave 
Full of strength, wisdom and a force to be reckoned with 
Can you say the same?

Batman - For Contest

Terror has returned to the heart of Gotham City
Commissioner Gordon’s task sure isn’t pretty
Penguin, the Joker and Riddler are back on the scene
Stirring terror in our hearts, they sure are so mean
Wearing his mask and cape is our hero Bruce Wayne
With Batman around we hope peace will reign
Driving at the speed of light, you can hear the tyres squeal
When Batman is behind the wheel of the ‘Batmobile’
Batman doesn’t possess specific super powers
But he outwits the villains for many hours
Working together with is his faithful sidekick Robin
ZAP! KAPOW! Soon the villain’s heads are throbbing
Above the city buildings way up high
The Batman spotlight illuminates the sky
With the criminals locked up in jail, their job is done
They return to the ‘Batcave’ after a successful outcome

Contest: Comic Book Heroes .Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
24th May 2015

Morning Bones

MORNING BONES

This bed,
This deep deep lake
Dredge my bones from 
The murky depths
Where’s my head?
The diver reaches out
Through dark silted water
Finds something akin
To its former form
Assembles it on the edge
This is the way it would have been
The experts agree and walk away nonchalantly 
They’ve seen it again and again
This is nothing new they say
He’s done it before, he’ll probably do it again.
The commissioner of these affairs
Thinks a major decision has to be made
But in the quiet of night 
No light or reason
Can stop the unfathomable from occurring
He’s done it before and he’ll do it again,
Shadows playing late into the night and 
The shell left in the morning light.

I'M Rosco P Coltrane

I'm the sheriff and my name is Rosco P. Coltrane.
People in Hazzard know that the P is for pea-brain.
I work for Commissioner Jefferson Davis Hogg.
He hates the Dukes and he also hates my dog.
I usually get a cut of the take from my fat brother-in-law.
I love his evil schemes and I love to pinch his flabby jaws.
Everybody knows that I'm a bumbling sheriff, I'm sure not a genius.
I can't catch those Duke boys and neither can my dipstick deputy Enos.
After wrecking all of those patrol cars, I was pretty damn lucky to survive.
But my character came to an end anyway when the Dukes of Hazzard was cancelled in 1985.

(This poem was inspired by the Dukes of Hazzard TV show.)

Barry Bonds

Barry Bonds Witchhunt cons

Sold out tickets make owners fond 

Money bags Pennant flags

Baseball's back

On Spots Illustrated mags 

Homerun chase

Time to contemplate

Adoring fans now say Your a National Disgrace

Commissioner too

Crying the Public Boo-Hoo 

Used the breaking of Aaron's record 

To advertise the brew

No more dough Let's dull the glow

On this sordid Major League Baseball 

Hypocrites Sideshow

Coincidence

sean hoare,
the first journalist to blow the whistle on
andy coulson at News of the World 
for being fully of aware of the
phone hacking which was going on at the time
was found 
dead
yesterday morning.

i wonder if the cops who found him 
are the same that worked under the former
commissioner of the metropolitan police only 
a couple of days ago,
prior to his resignation. 

nahhhhhhhh, 
it’s just a coinkydink.

I Slept With a Female Mosquito - Part Iv

I Slept with a Female Mosquito – part IV 

I have gone gnats!
My residual blood is boiling and bubbling
Whole frame sweltering and shuddering
Discolored rage – lend me some wrath
Should I or should I not,
Read her the riot act?
Does she know me any well –
A P.S now; been senator
Been governor, been chief, been prompt 
In every cabinet
A minister here, a commissioner there
A chairman here, a spokesman there
A director here, Acting vice president
Do you know the cost of my person?
To accost fester and feast!
Madam Ambassador, speak for your people
The swarm is listening, whiz
That’s the envoy’s mark, man
Unswerving agenda, schemata
Trade, communiqué, summit, matrimony, prospects 
Bilateral rep, the diplomatic proxy
Speak for them, gnat
State your mission, miss.

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