He bumbled round the front nine
Scrambling by the high bramble
Scum fumbled the perfect lie
After nipping his car trunk’s handle
With thwaps and pings and whammy’s
His blood turned transfusion hue
He blames his hooks on “bangin trannys”
The joke fell flat to the cart gal, regardless of cue
Crickets echo in daytime thicket
Uncle Scum sweat through his woolen plaid
He sniffed and swung, missing the ticket
Another failure at the emerald launchpd
His friends left after he swang too haphazard
But no, good Uncle Scum always has the last reply
“If Daly can do it then so can I!
Now excuse me while I swim in the water hazard!”
He swam and he floated all drunkenly bloated
But didnt note the flock of geese
all ruffled and slighted
Now Uncle Scum was banned, as he says “scapegoated”
All because the groundskeeper kept the geese around
“The ones on hole eight that are more
fight than flight”
Edgar my dear
Why do you have that spear
Is that your plan?
When in a jam?
Scare the bloody Kansas City yellow and red
When they fight the fowl volture appearing dead
Spirit Haunting
Spirit Daunting
Blazing under the Baltimore sun
Until Poe's poetic message is done
No swift moves will be here
Only Chiefs carcasses holding their Daly beer
I do salute your Irish gall. 'You' have the balls, I should say,
Among Western hens that lie down false super-cocks to obey.
Let them cluck, wear beards, have moustache to pretend they, too, are men.
'You' and the likes of 'you', Lady, mold the future peace today.
Let others think of their bellies and what they have beneath them,
Rise and fall as dust motes in winds and be happy with their way.
Let them pop up as heated corns for the blue-eyed, blond-haired folks
And ignore the dark-featured souls now as they did yesterday,
Shamelessly choose to be deaf-mute when their lands invade others,
And blind to their own 'legal' crimes, impudently turn away,†
But for the others' invasion of a land their fusses rise
To the heaven's seventh region. A black man's a castaway.
We should rage against the liars of the West till they go gray
And their old hypocrites' empire reaches its fated decay.
March 12, 2022
* Lady Clare Daly is a member of the European Parliament
† From 248 military operations in the world from 1948 to 2001, 201 cases (%81) have been initiated by the USA.
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Acrostic Memory
Acrostics introduced in fifth grade on a rainy winter afternoon
Careful crafted choice of words written in lyric cadence hues
Rhythmic flow like music class - songs of skaters waltzes spin
Out of tumbling imagination’s chaos form corrals intention’s whims
Shaping thoughts that rumble ramble like errant spitball pests
Teacher’s encouragement gentle walks through rows of wooden desks
Imaginations set on fire with a powerful surge
Crafts of poems like spelling bees in alphabetic order emerge
My favorite teacher – Miss Daly - guided my awakening muse
Emerging in wide young eyes - life’s enigma puzzles to deduce -
Many her gifts wrapped in surprises of creative lines, the prize
Often I remember her stern but loving eyes
Reminders to remember her guiding hand for wordsmith potential
Yet I always wonder of her life’s acrostic in questions reverential
12-8-20
Contest: Nostalgia
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
When the time comes
And I pass
From this chapter
Don’t wall me up
In a mausoleum
Or bury me
Within the realm of
Sod and worms
Just place me
In the Daly river
Let the fish
And croc’s
Have their turn
Let them
Take me away
Into the clear blue
Timor waters
Past banks
Of nesting birds
And the calls of
Kite’s in flight
Past ribbon stones
That loiter
Where my love and I
Once walked
Under tropical clouds
That hang
Stationary
And sweat did trickle down
Just the sight
Of those crystal waters
Was enough
To cool you down
To hear the beautiful
Incoming tide
Rush under the old concrete ford
Watched by vigilant Egrets
And a nonchalant Jabiru
Waiting for morsel or meal
So, place me in this paradise
Away from a Covid world
Away from those
Mournful places
Let me swim
The outgoing tide
Into a Daly world
I was like hey I can save and fight this pollution I thought this was a good decision but as I started to ride I could not believe my eyes, so much much was going on,yes something is wrong as we pay are fare the real pollution hit the air and your are forced to breathe in this piss stench, the seats give you a creepy feeling now it got you itching,the loudness of people being on their phones, I can't rest on the ride home,the crazy people that you in counter on the daly basis ,yes I'm talking about people and some are racist,somebody should have warned me that this will be the ride of my life,germs in the air,trash every where,it's a scare beware.
Jacqueline R.
Simple but Elegant
Daughter of my mother
Lover of Nature, colors Green and White
Who feels sad that the world is overpowered with darkness
Depressed that people are fighting
Happy that I'm different
Who would like to see all people in one faith, loving each other and have patience over all things
Reside in Daly City, California
Mendoza
Daughter, friend, writer, teacher
Daughter of Eternal God, Ms. Dorothy Ann
Lover of colors White and Green
Who fears Eternal God and to sin
I would like to see Father Christ again, Holy land, London and Hawaii
Resident of Daly City, California U.S.A.
Mendoza
I say to you good fellow
if you do it do it well
trash all your morals and send them to hell
chase anothers woman
cherish her fantasies
make her feel like she's the only human
bath her in attention
perform so well and receive a honorable mention
don't daly or delay
for you have a message to relay
dress top notch at any chance
a suit with black tie for her romance
make her forget her man and come to you
smother her with kisses til she turns blue
once you have her heart
from her sight shall you never depart
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