KISSES...From the UNITED STATES...of HATE!
Only Some are Welcome...Don't get SORE!
We BRAG! and We Wave our FLAG!,
But...WE..Forgot What ..IT!...STOOD FOR!
The LAND of the FREE? The HOME of the BRAVE?
But...the List is short ..Who They Choose to SAVE!
We ALL...Break our BACKS!...For LOVE of COUNTRY!
YOU...GERRYMANDER...And RIG our COUNTY!
YOU...Prey on Our ANGST!, YOU...Prey on Our RAGE!
YOU...Put US in LINES...That's Wrapped in a CAGE!
WE...whimper and wilt÷...Just like a whipped pup...
YOU...Rake in the CA$H...and Divvy It UP^
IMMIGRANTS have COME...IMMIGRANTS have TRIED!
IMMIGRANTS have BLED...IMMIGRANTS have DIED!
But, Lest YE Forget...WE just Thought YE KNEW!
YOU ARE A PRODUCT...OF IMMIGRANTS TOO!!!
Mr. Macron now recognizes ‘Palestine’
a country that never was, that never had borders
He somehow thinks that things will be ‘fine’
with Hamas in charge of ‘law and order’
Mr. Macron now recognizes ‘Palestine’
whose people claim the land ‘from the river to the sea’
He somehow thinks that things will be fine
that such people will coexist with Israel peacefully
Mr. Macron now recognizes ‘Palestine’
though its Arabs came there to reap Jewish-Israel’s goldmine…*
Mr. Macron, it is the Jews who are indigenous to the land
No ‘recognition’ of yours can divvy up their sand
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*"Far from being an indigenous people, supplanted by Jewish
migrants, a close look at Palestinian origins and censuses
suggests most Arabs emigrated to Palestine alongside or
even after the Jewish immigration. ~ NSJ, National Secu-
rity Journal, 'Pandora's Box Opened,' July 25, 2025, MSN.
Such a good thought
genuine smile
counterfeit, I know
solid inward being
loaded up with expectations
envisions another world
my sought motions came true
astonishing and unnerving event
allowed to divvy
in the pleasant moonlight
and a bright, sunny day
in a lyceum lit dimly
and a peaceful snuggle
you trusted me
to tell me what you think
your suffering
your sorrow
your outflow.
beyond hazy vision.
and strong cravings.
We had a lot in common.
I pauperized your heart
destroyed your soul apart
made you drain
Ignoring the past
Written: September 26, 2022
If I were the only person left in the world
Besides you, of course, I am wondering,
Do you think we would be able to get along?
Or would you insist I adopt your way of thinking?
Could we get together and come to agreement,
Or would you demand everything go your way?
If I were the only person left in the world
Besides you, of course, I am wondering,
Would we be willing to divvy up and divide equally?
Or would you want far more than your share?
Could we learn to live side by side amicably,
Or would I always have to be afraid?
If I were the only person left in the world
Besides you, of course, I am wondering …
Dare I trust we’d be available in each other’s need?
Or must I be on guard, lest you take advantage?
After all, if two people cannot live together in peace
How can we expect millions of people to do so?
Written April 7, 2022
Oops!
In our backyard five apple trees abide - harvest of red, yellow, green fruit our pride
Bushels of fruit overflow from their baskets - looks like nature this year blew a gasket.
Way too many apples for us to eat - now time to share of our ripe apples sweet
So with our neighbors we’ll divvy these treats - for lunches, pies, snacks and midmorning feasts.
Just a month later - just enough for a pie a Sunday night treat as cold raindrops fly
Measure the spices then roll out the crust - bake in the oven - dessert just for us!
Oops! Tripled the flour! Now I lament - :o - as we pick out baked apples from flour cement!
True story! Instead of 3/4c of sugar I added ¾ c of flour! At least we salvaged the apples. My boys have never let me forget this gastronomic disaster! A true lesson in humility!
11-24-20
Contest: Make Me Laugh with Some Humor
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
My husband and I have a perfect routine
In the stay-at-home days caused by Covid-19.
Our apartment’s not big – bedroom, kitchen and bath
And a living room – 3 and ½. (Do the math.)
We alternate times in the bathroom, of course.
(To do otherwise might just result in divorce.)
The kitchen’s the same – we just smoothly take turns
At the fridge, sink and stove to ensure nothing burns.
For the bulk of the day, we’re in separate rooms
(It’s not true that we talk to each other with Zooms)
But we join to watch Cuomo* and FaceTime the grands
And have dinner – I hope no one misunderstands…
We are happy together to shelter-in-place
But it’s vital to each have some just-for-me space
So we divvy the day to connect and to part –
Like the governor says, we’re tough, loving and smart.
*the governor of New York
Call girl of Thulhu?
I smiled at the voice at the end of the phone.
Not been in action for many years, but had a keenness for a kill.
Sure is, I said in my youngest voice.
Happy it did not crack or give my age.
You can do some delectable things for five hundred? A question.
I said “six” to see if he would bite.
A slight hesitation
We negotiated to five fifty.
Agreed to meet at the Slingback, a seedy motel.
You could torture someone here.
No one would call the cops.
They would not show up in this divvy place
Too scary.
More than one cop had probably
already been murdered at the Slingback.
Run by Mama M,
Nickname: Mama Mortician.
Got out my knives and lovingly polished them.
They had not seen daylight since ’85 when I took out several men
No idea my trick was polishing his knives too
MARVIN BENET BLACKMON, JR.
Yesterday, as you remember, was just another day.
You played like a boy could with no worries in place.
Today you sing the gospel and your soul is fulfilled.
Benet, you are anointed to excel.
The stories of a Prophet who knew his way.
Oiled as a baby to be a champion.
Your grandmother was a great crusader of the cause.
You are a Mississippi State Bulldog.
Your substance will go far.
Marvin, you are your own self-worth.
MUSIC MAN
AMBLE ON.
RUMBLE,
VIBRANT, AND ALIVE
INFORMED BY PRICINPALITY
NECTAR WITH YOUR TRUMPET FLUID.
BEAUTIFULLY CULTURIZED TO CULTIVATE...
ENERGY FLOWS...
NEVERLAND IS YOUR SPIRIT.
EFFORTLESS YOU PLAY AS YOUR
TALENT IMPARTS.
BLACK AS JAZZ
LOOKS BEYOND THE CLOUDS.
ASPIRE TO CARVE YOUR OWN STYLE -
CASTE YOUR SPELL.
KEEP YOUR IDEAS TO DIVVY.
MUNIFICENCE THEREIN.
ONE LIFE YOU HAVE TO LIVE
NINE TIMES PLUS TEN.
JUST AND DEFINED HEREIN.
REMEMBER ALL THINGS POSSIBLE CAN BE ACHIEVED.
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Penned April 21, 2015!
Start spyt
Wha’you’sayin
Wonder by field
I live
To divvy divulging
I breath only heavily
My Asians are healthy
Just because I said 'I do'
Doesn't mean I need to stand when I want to use the loo
If its brown flush it down, so the experts say
But if you stand to use the loo please leave the seat where it once did lay
When in a rush to use the privy
I feel like a complete divvy
When my posterior hits the porcelain
Where once a wooden seat had lain
So men when you stand up to pee
Think of others – especially me
Leave the seat where it once sat
And make sure you leave the beggar flat!
Achieved 7th place in contest run by SKAT
If you pull on her leg slightly lifting her skirt;
She’ll consistently remind you that you could get hurt.
She claims she’s short on attention just like a cat;
So best throw out some tricks from under your hat.
She’s an angel of mercy familiar with pain;
With the skill of a mystic that dismantles your game.
To performers as victim broken of heart;
She’s the carver of excess that could cut you apart.
She’s good and she’s bad and stays to herself;
But she keeps her binoculars there on the shelf.
He’s layered and sweetened salted with nuts;
With a curse that’s forever much like king tut.
A piece of him cares most of him don’t;
And it looks like she might but he knows that she won’t.
It’s all just diversion a genderless klatch;
Perhaps but a race that the Talley man scratched
Farm boys, farm boys, go and do your chores
Better take your hat for it’s sunny out-of-doors
Farm boys, farm boys, gotta milk those cows
Milk-em twice a day and feed the hungry sows
Make your mother butter in the butter churn
Argue with your brother when you think it’s not your turn
Measure off the distance you both will have to run
Where it is you’ll need to go to get the milking done
Toe the mark to challenge your brother at the gate
Divvy up the pails to balance out the weight
Farm boys being farm boys down there on the farm
And you’ll milk the cows if I beat you to the barn
Meddling money
plants stakes
to divvy tangible
on leveraged
need.
Stalwart purpose
unfettered by
those dangled lies
triumphs over
fear
despite confusing
covert attacks
designed to blur
conception of
nature.
Divinity of self
only rules
once freed from
binding loyalty
seized
at the barrel of
their tome
exclusionary to
force complicit
order.
My breath shall
cease long
before my hope
takes flesh in
word.
Gummy bears!
Lollipops!
How yummy…
Can’t stop, won’t drop,
Eyes pop…
Candy shoppe!
We must go,
Me and Joe…
Chica -- Chico,
Best buds
Let’s divvy
Up this grub,
One for each…
Yum, yum
Tasty dum-dums…
Come on chum,
You want some
Bubble gum?
Have some Dante ~
Okay…
We are all done
Now, let’s run and
Have some fun
The Yenga is a nine-verse poem with no set rhyme scheme or meter, and is not syllabic.
However, its theme must 'capture the innocence of childhood'. It can be written as a solo or
with partners. The verse structure is as follows.... 3-3-3, 2-2-2, 3-3-3.
These numbers refer to lines in each verse.. Not syllables.
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