Have you heard the news?
Salad is quite deadly.
That really is quite scary.
I think I’ll stay safe
when I make my plate
and just eat a cupcake.
When many are the voices
that few are the choices
The resultant explosion
is heard cross the ocean
The 2nd Trump Presidency Begins
To express my own Whitmanesque
"barbaric yawp", constrained by
internal (and external) barriers,
mentally constipated, I merely mutter,
feel pressures steadily mounting.
Hesitant, I expel grunts and breaths --
disinhibit streams of consciousness,
encourage verbal fluidity, ease
the heaviness I feel, the weight
upon my chest. I breathe deeply.
Physiological processes require
tiring conscious effort. I decide
to be calm, to relax, to direct
myself away from temporal reality
to mere existence without excess
self-awareness, without fearfiul
anticipation of "future", which
other animals on earth seem happily
to lack. (Or do they?)
Stop thinking!
(No! Don't!)
Fascists today are those who label others fascists.
As Hayek said long ago,
“Fascism is the stage reached after communism has proved an illusion.”
And there are certainly a lot of commies,
at least the wannabe idealistic kind, today
that are upset, in denial or clueless
that their cause is a failure.
Mao and Stalin spent years taking turns calling each other just that,
and they were both right
since the lustrous aspiration of global communism
soon faded into national socialism
which is essentially the definition
of fascism.
But fascists today,
you know, the ones calling others fascists,
don’t know their history.
And the interesting thing about not knowing your history,
besides the fact you’re then doomed to repeat it,
is that you’re also then living
in La La Land.
(10/4/23)
While we were sleeping
Snug in our beds
Lost in our dreams
A black spirit stole across the land
And by dawn had merged with every shadow
When we awoke
We took for granted the lingering critical sensibility
- as if awaking with a hangover
from the spectacular successes and excesses
of our civilization –
And before our morning cup
Could clear our heads
Had embraced this dark spirit
With the fervor of the newly converted
Impulsively, compulsively taking yin to yang
As if reborn from our primal roots
But when civilization falls
And is abandoned
- and undermining eventually always leads to collapse –
What is left is tribalism
But without the innocence of its youth
And youth without innocence
Is just tyranny without conscience
Shadow without form
Woke won because we became soft and sloppy
Ungrateful and guilty for all the pleasures and abundance
The hard work of Life bestows
(5/6/23)
Warsaw 1940 certain inhabitants designated
A health risk were ordered to strip naked
Had to shower to become clean this ploy
Caused public humiliation, and showed
Dominence there was also mass quarrantine
Also to your own house that was
Useless in its 'so called mission'
And in fact caused a rise in infection
As the immune systems of people
Lowered due to length of confinement
this was a take on the tried and
Tested method (the public heakth emergancy)
Pioneered earlier that decade in Germany
In declaring a public health emergency i think
In 1933?, this enabled opening the way for martial law
Which was the springboard hitler craved to get
Complete control of the German populace
Any person of Germanic nationality over the age
Of forty years in age, should be able to validate
These events as also george psoriasus and
klaus the louse would be emminently qualified
To so do.' At this moment in the UK a rise in
Typhoid cases is being flagged up by the health
Department..
** Current Events Knelling **
Ignorance and evil remain — it’s easy to tell —
Around the world, still alive and well
No matter how much we pray, scream and yell,
“Please! Learn something from history, not pell-mell,
Before those ego’s ideas devour us all cell by cell.
————————————————————————————————————————
(c) sally young eslinger 12/18/2022
with Thanks for the promises of God
Percolating, who we, I’m just relating
Relaying the conveying of alarming apex
Son’s getting hotter, sending flares, scorching heirs
The roof is on fire, but folks serving gas in meme
Unleaded or maybe I’m just fed up in believing the lies
Telling me mines don’t matter, from cats living fatter
Digging deeper than the greeting of slaps of five
Laid down a line, reverberating sublime, wind chimes
Chasing dog-gone familiars to frailty in comforting confines
Same ole, same old, just ain’t that old, as far as we go
No more, I know more, looking at a latch off unlocked doors
Mirrors from ceiling to floors, stylishly prefaced or just pre-fab
Looking glass, shatters from just one blinking, 2b thinking in turn
Thoughts never random, so I hand them pieces of rind to define
Seasoned for taste, or just aroma, smelling like wake up all baked up
Reeling off feelings, fleeting yesterdays, recalled to question or lesson
All in the daze, our revolution could never just be a faze, even nowadays
So watch out and peep the come around in what’s happening again…..
This isn't the middle the beginning or the end
This is the middle of the beginning of the end
acting like children
Don't try to pretend
you can't see
The hidden agenda
within
They're telling us lies
and feeding us sin
Structurally damaged
you're letting them win
Unite we must
Divided we bend
In God we trust
Despite our skin
Freedom and Just
we will defend
Don't let this be
the beginning of the end
Together we stand
in the middle my friend
We rather die
Then let them win
If this is the end
Then let it begin
4/5/2022
Kyiv
Kai Michael Neumann
Putin
They started it let the cat out of the bag
It's in a ferocious mood after being confined
Imagine how you'd feel kept in a tied-up sack
Now the feral cat wants revenge and gets it
Rampaging this way and that killing eating
Quenching its blood lust till spent
Not stopping till the job is done
And the cat is at peace
No longer prodded poked kicked
Ridiculed laughed at in a sack
She's free now and will remain so
Even if it means doing what she does
With claws and teeth and other things
Keep an eye out for her approaching
Only the cat knows whose next
Fire raged through heavy wooded terrain,
Blizzard hit the panhandle hard,
Bad windstorm slammed the western plains,
Mudslides hid hundreds of backyards.
Brutal sandstorm swept through arid plains,
Fierce hurricane aimed at the Keys,
Havoc descended on tornado lane,
Earth’s warming threatened baby seals.
Crops were at risk in fertile farm fields,
Crowds assembled for protest walks,
Northwest reached one hundred ten degrees,
Earthquakes possible near the fault.
Hospitals were overfull with the sick,
Medical teams were at wits end,
Some thought the nation’s flame left the wick,
Would never find its fire again.
People had the lowdown newscast blues,
Some feared apocalyptic end,
The anchors said it was breaking news,
And we looked for someone to blame.
On Sunday mornings
I like to relax and read
the new newspaper.
Ol’ Biden wins south!
They come rally to his side,
Bernie Bros goodnight!
My Latest Current Events Poetry
Trump like Pinocchio lied and nose did protrude,
And many people it appeared he would delude;
Even we knew,
Scheme up brew;
With jaundiced eye witnesses and rivals viewed.
We wonder who next by Trump would be fired;
He desired another nitwit that should be hired;
Would you believe,
Again did deceive;
Of hearing him, we have become very tired.
With Trump we will have to be humble;
With women does likes to take a tumble;
Really a *****;
Nose did grow;
Around the fool always has to fumble.
Trump's next wife had a foreign accent,
We hardly understand what she meant;
To us no surprise,
Complain and criticize
Tare down other people was his intent.
(Higher room rent and more money spent.)
Another trip apparently did propose,
That to many viruses would expose;
Take temperature;
Sure is immature;
In air that cruises through your nose.
Said many people were their buddy;
He really had been old fuddy duddy;
Clothes with wrinkle;
Takes a tiny tinkle;
What he wears appears to be cruddy.
Jim Horn
Kellyanne and George Conway:
One lauds Trump in every way.
One says he’s a damn freak show.
How they’re married, I don’t know.
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