In real missile defense
There is this notion
These are native to you
And these are foreigner
SVOI CHUZHOI
In Russian language
This missile is GOI
There was this shameful event
VINCENNES
And we hit AIRPLANE
passenger iran 655
It was HUMAN MISTAKE
it wasn't intended
but it is victimizing
via bias of people
taking action for a sign
I hate myself for this mistake
MY THE COMMANDER
MISS make take
try solving this as psychiatrist
as spy as physicist
BUT DO
I hate being looping in this hook forever
where is this deepest depth the dag
THE SCOOBY DOO
Classical is from the Middle Ages
in the mid-1940's we had Bebop
a fast-tempo 19th / 20th century Jazz
then along came Doo-wop
with group harmonies
the 50's brought us rock and roll
which developed the 1960's
(sad to say) Disco and its glitter ball
then psychedelic pop rock
blues and folk rock
and in the 1970's it was Hip-hop
and also Rap
which was misspelt
it should read 'Crap'
the 1980's were synthesised
1990's gave us Garage and Grunge
2020's saw online streaming
by the record industry which makes me cringe
Country music (C&W) too (hit or flop)
I know it's true I left out (Reggae) more than a few
but no matter the genre tempo or key
the self-same seven notes do it for eclectic me
Starching my hair with Dippity Doo
It stood up like a figurehead too
It was a contest between me and Lou
To see what strange things our hair could do
Dippity Doo Dippity Doo
I loved you so much, you smelled good too
Swirling my finger inside your bowl
Gave me a little uplift for my soul
There once was a chicken called ‘Polly’,
whose name sounded happy and jolly,
‘til one morning at two,
she crowed, “cock-a-doo,”
now our chook is a rooster called Wally.
We dance to the bohemian sixties, wild and free
Sang out the teased up high hair trio of three
We call it the triple cat do, the triple cat do.
Stand back as we meow and mew all over you.
I had not met them before, but they were scary to me
So I hid in the closet as they twirled with glee
Their hair piled high on top of each skinny head.
Each one of them looked like she wore a cat, stiff and dead.
Oh, yes, we are dancing the triple cat do, the triple cat do.
Stand back they warned the crowd. We are coming for you!
A taxidermist might have known what to do.
I turned tail and ran from the Triple Cat Doo.
Life’s not all fun and games, no sir -
even war games under the waxing sun.
Cock-a-doodle-doo day after day
as the ground gives way to waves.
And we wave goodbye, have another cry,
blame the other guy, don’t even try
to figure out the way to God’s heart.
After all, your god, is a god of war.
Whatever side you’re on, you figure
he’s on your side too. Zap that chap,
have no mercy. The nails had no mercy.
The thorns had no mercy. Christ’s blood
soaked the soil. We till and toil,
we live, we die - day after day.
doo little doo little doo little doo stroking with fire
the strums of the sweet mandolin delight and inspire
with a dash and a splash you appear on the horizon alive
I hear your music, and I know that you are on your way Clive
I am pleased with your progress, I so adore your song
you listen with your heart, and you are rarely ever wrong
doo little doo little doo making music with bellows
I love hearing your progress, you delight me to my toes
Oh, how I doo love a didge..
Toned like one of many voices of our great Mother Earth; entrancing and slightly shamanic.
It's how I imagine She hums to Herself, deep in Her rhythmic, rumbling ground.
There's something about the way that humble, all consuming sound
resonates right through my whole body and mind -
I cannot help but find it both soothing and simulating at the same time..
There's nothing quite like how, when one is played really well,
I feel like its vibration is emancipating my soul from every cell.
Give me a long, hollow piece of wood any day.
And someone to breathe down it in that special, circular way.
Put a good rhythm on their tongue,
and let The Love inflate their lungs,
and I'd more than happily spend from dawn 'til dusk
laid flat,
heart open, eyes closed,
being didgeridoo'd at.
With a whoop dee doo and a whip dee day
I saved my sweet bunny from an owl today
The predator left angry, I said “shoo! Go away!”
The butterflies followed, for they love to play.
[Mr Google assures me that the plural of Dodo is dodos or dodoes]
Do dodos do doo doos
Not any more
But dodos did do doo doos
They did doo doos on the floor
But dodos doing doo doos
Dropping doo doos on your head
Means dodos dropping doo doos
Makes me glad the dodo’s dead
Do dodos do disclaimers
Do those dodos dare deny
That dodos do do doo doos
From high up in the sky
Dodos don’t do doo doos
That drop down upon your head
They can’t fly, they’re three feet high
And like I said… they’re dead
Well, Zippity Doo Da Day
It's an absolutely beautiful day
The sun is shining ever so brightly
What more is there to say?
It's just like winning the lottery
Feeling great about my health
What more could I really ask for
Don't need a bunch of wealth
This may seem a bit over the top
These phrases dripping with honey
But hey that's how I'm feeling right now
Can't change that for paper money
I really wish I could transfer some
Maybe scrape off a layer or two
Gladly share it with my poetry friends
'Cause you guys are all true blue
You support me when I'm feeling down
Though that doesn't happen often
You send me bouquets tied up in rhyme
Surely couldn't help but soften
Why am I blessed with this happy stuff
While others are feeling despair?
It really doesn't seem quite right to me
It really doesn't seem quite fair
Don't know where it all originated
So I'll sing Zippity Doo Da Day!
Enjoy this gift that I share with you
On this absolutely beautiful day!
Whoopie-doo, the holocaust—
is she for real?
Real Scooby-doo mystery…
She says Jews aren’t a race,
yet there’s a trace of heritage left
after the atrocity
that attempted to wipe out
the lineage.
How does she live
with herself?!
The problem is the uncontrollable yap,
the lack
of thinking people…
no one allowed
to discuss, ask questions,
probe the truth and consequences
of out of control chaos.
Therefore the proverbial blind, deaf, dumb and lame
use their faculties
and they fall, get run over
without accountability,
sensibility, morality
and common sense.
And they are less accountable
or not at all
as
they throw rocks or
throw others
under the bus.
2/1/2022
Doo Doo the cat was irritated today; totally not sweet.
She had gone to the roof, and Horned Owl was sitting in her seat.
That is my place, she said, but his look could easily defeat.
He rolled his eyes, and went to sleep, his thoughts now complete.
Come on! Doo Doo shrieked. I need my seat; it is where I sit.
She screamed and yelled and stomped, had a big hissy fit.
Horned Owl raised an eyebrow but it did not annoy him one bit.
He closed his eye back up, to a narrow tiny half slit.
Doo Doo nearly had a conniption fit, she was angry as heck.
She went down to the barn and spoke to the hen named Old Peck.
You are annoying a Horned Owl? You are as crazy as young Beck.
Who is young Beck? She asked. A chick eaten by Horned owl. Oh heck!
Do Horned Owls eat cats? Doo Doo asked, horrified and now scared.
If you go back up there, you will find out, Old Peck said. She cared.
So Doo Doo the cat let Horned Owl have her favorite seat on the roof.
But she carries pepper spray now. Horned Owl’s eyes carry the proof.
Knowing myself as only
i unfortunately do
My feebles and my foibles
Whence life becomes nothing
but this to me
This i also know i am not
the many but the few
Who take safety and comfort
in routine
As feeling like a postman or a
milkman following the same
old trodden round commute
I fear far more than change
For if nothing new there be
to see or experience
No corner left to turn every
line runs true and straight
I see no point of journeying
a 1 single step further
I'd far rather choose to press
the red button marked stop
get off and eject myself
To anywhere but right here
right now
Because that to me at very
least represents something
yet to be discovered turning
a corner
As yesterday to me is already
old and in the distant past
Truth be told i am far more
interested in what the future
holds and creating fresh new
memories
Than having to constantly
dredge up and ruin my
most joyful cherished
memories of old
To get me through another
day plagued by endless
Da-Jar-Vue
Pardon my French if you
know what i mean
A B C
Alphabets are three
D E F
Hardy and Jeff
G H I
Grass and butterfly
J K L
Heaven and Hell
M N O
Never and No
P Q R
Puppy and Star
S T U
Same to You
V W X
Volt watt Max
Z and Y
Julie why spy?
Note. Alphabets are basic building blocks of language.
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