Our science teacher is grizzly, my son said.
He wants to speak to both you and Ned.
Ned was my sixth husband, home in bed.
What did you do? I asked my son Ed.
I set a conference with the science teacher.
Figured I was getting a lecture, like from a preacher.
He has done nothing wrong, the grizzly said.
But he keeps staring at me, is something wrong with Ed?
I did not hear this, because my heart was beating fast.
I was scared to death, I wanted to run but I had a cast.
I could not get my mind off the fact they had hired a bear.
Frankly, I could not wait to run out of there.
I asked the bird
about his philosophy.
In bird talk he replied, flying, bath
crapping, tweets his lyrical singing....
I asked the alligator:
lots of teeth, swimming,
attacking, cute little bubbles....
I asked the man and woman --
Romeo and Juliet, intense romanticism
sometimes leading to murder --
I thought to ask the politician, God said, don't
bother: double speak, crapping on everyone, lots of teeth, fake tweets,
attacking all critics, alleged criminality, doubtful an honest cell remaining
in his or
her, its entire body.
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Options
The world is sweet and sour
sometimes all lemons, as with
cracked eggs we make do.
Besides, omelets are quite
nutritious, the cat's meow
mixed with ham and some cheese
delightful compromises. What
I am getting at is, we are a
varied species of different tastes
and points of view, satisfying
options. Billions by last count.
Insects and politicians never my
first choice.
The conference
I had gone to a writer's conference
The room was full of authors only interested
in reading and pushing their book
I had brought a book called Hunger, written
by Knut Hamsun, the pages were loose and
kept falling off, but there was a picture
of him a stern man-looking intellectual
The leader of the meeting, a man who was
proud he had not gone to college and said
he knew more than anybody else
did want to read Hamsun's book, because
Knut had gone to university in Oslo
Since the room was full of writers pushing
their work and didn't want to be influenced
by other voices, I left
In the parking lot, all the cars were white, my
car was a Russian jeep called Lada, but
I couldn't find it, so took my leave of the scene
A perfect of delight the morning
a brunch for 20 people.
Delicious the word of the day
Dill, cilantro,garlic, cucumbers
,green onions,lime juice, cream
Cheese, chopped Swiss cheese,
Bacon and olive oil mixed smooth
Served with watercress
Cured salmon
Cured herring
Procuttio
Toasted garlic bread
Scrabbled eggs
Ribeyed steak steak loaf
With fried onions, mushrooms
Provolone, cream cheese
Peppers, bacon wrapped in
Pastry and served with cheese
Sauce
For dessert a
Glorious raspberry and strawberry
Pastry tarte with pastry cream
And Carmel pecans
Coffee, sprite and vodka infection
Yottia, Yottia, bleep bomb ooh!
Got me sangin!
A perfect of delight the morning
a brunch for 20 people.
Delicious the word of the day
Dill, cilantro,garlic, cucumbers
,green onions,lime juice, cream
Cheese, chopped Swiss cheese,
Bacon and olive oil mixed smooth
Served with watercress
Cured salmon
Cured herring
Procuttio
Toasted garlic bread
Scrabbled eggs
Ribeyed steak steak loaf
With fried onions, mushrooms
Provolone, cream cheese
Peppers, bacon wrapped in
Pastry and served with cheese
Sauce
For dessert a
Glorious raspberry and strawberry
Pastry tarte with pastry cream
And Carmel pecans
Coffee, sprite and vodka infection
Yottia, Yottia, bleep bomb ooh!
Got me sangin!
A perfect of delight the morning
a brunch for 20 people.
Delicious the word of the day
Dill, cilantro,garlic, cucumbers
,green onions,lime juice, cream
Cheese, chopped Swiss cheese,
Bacon and olive oil mixed smooth
Served with watercress
Cured salmon
Cured herring
Procuttio
Toasted garlic bread
Scrabbled eggs
Ribeyed steak steak loaf
With fried onions, mushrooms
Provolone, cream cheese
Peppers, bacon wrapped in
Pastry and served with cheese
Sauce
For dessert a
Glorious raspberry and strawberry
Pastry tarte with pastry cream
And Carmel pecans
Coffee, sprite and vodka infection
Yottia, Yottia, bleep bomb ooh!
Got me sangin!
More important than any conference
In the world
Is the conference of the crows.
Which took place
Just outside my balcony at four.
The President of the crows
Called the others looking troubled.
All came there
Looking quite muddled .
The President, taking a deep breath, said
"Caw,Caw,Caw,Caw,Caw".
Not caring about the people he will wake.
Then the crows, all in harmony, replied,
"Caw, Caw,Caw,Caw,Caw".
Not a single man who woke up
Understood what they said.
But I knew that they were talking about
Dominating the human race.
Into the closed doors,
Open once more.
After a night,
Too much delight.
Now the morning starts,
Scrambling people,
Will be out.
To make our comfort,
They will try.
Not that anyone notices,
We all fly by.
Continuing on our egotistical train,
We write and talk,
To start again.
The room is silent once more.
Tables draped,
As before.
No one sitting in the chairs.
Food laid out,
Across the bar,
So colorful from afar.
Yet it sits,
No one about.
The doors are closed,
Our thoughts without.
Putin holds a deranged press conference in which he outlines his plans
For the future of Europe and the world:
- Russia would rule eastern Europe and the Central Asian Stans as in the old Soviet era.
- He would proclaim himself the Czar of Russia, and Xi would rule East Asia and SE Asia as the new Emperor of Asia.
- Teheran would rule Iran and Afghanistan.
- The Saudis would rule the Middle East but would recognize Israel.
- Western Europe would continue as the EU and the UK would continue.
- The US would be given the Americas.
- Africa would be divided up between the great powers.
- The UN would be replaced with a much more focused international organization
Where the powers would jointly rule the world, cooperate on global issues,
Such as climate change and space exploration.
A military conflict would come to an end.
In his speech always some difference,
Even while it is tea conference.
Often for the No-Nonsense Meeting.
Where one must check Effusive Greeting;
Raising the notion of deference:
Stanley’s robust search for reverence.
And for quotes to minds a reference…
But Wit is beginning to Ear ache,
In the past served and much was cake ;
Wit changed to Dollar had dropped naught,
His speech ready, he’s with eyes fought;
“Talks are better ended with French wine
And the population, here, needs nine.”
Let’s give him the nickname of Sayles.
In suit, he does chomp at his nails.
Preoccupied schlub
gnaws down to the nub.
A shame as he chews at details.
7/14/2022
Wow! True story!
Another staff meeting,
there are lizards at the table,
a few goats, an ass.
I know they return to
the fold of a superficial normality
at weekends,
some even rock climb
or enjoy a quiz-night at their local pub,
one builds model ships out of matchsticks,
but here they exist zoologically
on the musky fumes of
their animal instincts.
I consider myself human
but at times my self-image slips
especially when i'm a cog in the machine
The actual boss is not here
yet his name floats in the air
as if powered by a constant
airconditioned camel fart.
Drone, drone, drone,
forced laughter.
Intimidation is in the air
it is as thick as hand soap.
The squeakiest wheel pipes up –
kill me now.
We are all expendable and know it.
Even the warthog
at the head of the table.
The warthog glares at me
while his forced grin smacks my face
like an oily rag.
I catch my reflection in a window,
I am turning into a bedside lamp.
Hours later, driving home, body drained;
bottom sore from extreme sitting,
a mad impossible dream.
I want to go back
and beat the warthog over his head
with my 60 watt brain
until he promises never, ever
to speak to me again.
COP26 CLIMATE CHANGE CONFERENCE.
Our planet is crying,
Poor Nations on crying,
The climate is worrying,
And people are dying,
Rich Nations come together,
World leaders come together,
And work harder together,
To change Global climate together,
Advance the Technology,
Give poor Nations knowledge,
To have the advantage,
Of the privilege,
Let this Glasgow be the option,
That will bring world Nation,
To agree on one decision,
And end the climate commotion,
Rich Nations come with one goal,
Raise the funds that will fill,
The climate hole,
To make it cool,
End the conference on Friday,
But end with cool day,
On having agreed from the first day,
To make the conference a brighter day,
A conference for four hundred and twenty-five
I was the only one extremely open and alive
Met a guy with a badge who claimed name of Fred
After trying to converse, realized he was dull as dead.
Woman named Nama was the next one I was to meet.
Extremely boring, brought her husband flaccid Pete.
They hold this conference to give us joy and jive.
Four hundred peons, I may be the only one still alive.
I wanted to spark a little vitalizing, sparkling happy fun.
No other participant was on board with this, not a single one.
A conference that was advertised to revitalize us with joy.
It was a bust, you can ask my gadabout Uncle Roy.
He whispered in my ear, let’s blow this place!
We had to drag gram out, she was a disgrace.
She farted and burped, also threw up her lunch.
Making their conference a tad better, maybe a whole bunch.
teens table their tablets —
a boy and girl lean into conference.
their mom, the professional, puzzled
as the family dishes out dinner, discussing
the call, “that man and his sidekick, so funny!”
tasteful humor provides entertainment.
6/10/2021
Bite Size Poem no6
Sponsor - Line Gauthier
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