Man must live with enough, not
with the exorbitant...
We need to be happy
with the happiness of others
around us... thus,
we will live in peace...
But first of all, we need
to have the courage to live in peace!
Distributing is not impoverishing ourselves
materially to help
those who are wronged... doing that is a saintly thing...
we are not that good yet!
But giving, giving ourselves a little more,
is divine... EST MODUS IN REBUS!
As written before, even to do good,
one must have courage...
Returning, living with good principles
we will certainly evolve...
As the poet
Américo Falcão once wrote: "The way God
created things, even the frogs in the marsh
will be angels one day."
Let us be brave, let us distribute
let us give a little more... this is how
God likes and wants it!
Do you think you can win?
Do you even think you can contend?
When the tempestuous trolls come out to play...
1, 2, 3 to infinity with the vitriol they spew your way
These keyboard assassins will peck you into oblivion.
So, why bother? They know neither where you're going nor where you've been
They scroll incessantly in search of their next victim
It doesn't matter what the pronoun is: her, him, they, or them
The exorbitant amount of shade that's thrown while you bask in the sun.
Shade! So much shade that's meant to dim your light in your season
So, jumping into the ring for an online battle is futile
Because online hits come from all angles and the blows can be brutal
A prudent man knows to stay clear of this ring
He knows it is a place where many revel in sordid, tittle-tattle, and mindless things
So why enter a ring where it's impossible to win?
It shouldn't even be a second thought because you can't even contend.
If I was a loan shark
I would fail
some can ask exorbitant prices
I cannot ask for money at all
Some loan sharks demand thirty-percent interest
I would not even be able to ask for my initial investment.
always been shy about asking for repayment.
I would have to gift everyone their money
and I would go broke
it is my way
Lego sets are now kept under lock and key at the big box stores
I realized why when I saw their exorbitant price tags
the cheap ones are sixty dollars
some are up to a hundred and eighty
after pressing a buzzer for help unlocking the case I walk away
because I do not know which ones my grandson already has
and I do not want to spend over a hundred dollars to disappoint him
Education is her business;
Here, she needs no helper witness,
In all her classrooms Time Table,
In dormitory Dining Table…
Has now dumped chalk for Board Marker-
School has to be a pace-maker,
Where ‘Behavior becomes “Conduct”
Reader of Reports guess “Product”
Says both Scholarship and Moral:
Science clubs, Debate and Choral,
Strongly linked with Nation’s Future,
From schools shown Tomorrow’s Picture,
Clings to Reward and Punishment:
For child’s scoring: The Rudiment…
Where Exams are quite important
While papers are exorbitant
Things in life schools regulate,
Who’d been groomed should voice modulate...
Folks are saying “It should be free”
But funding comes not from a tree…
Her inhaler is not exorbitant
But should it count much that she's The Buoyant?
Why the breathless condition keep constant?
Black smoke from her kitchen Great Irritant!
Six in the morning the cursed urge itching
And Madam Irene must see her kitchen.
Helping her out was her nicest offer
But she had continued to 'Yes' defer.
With her husband she shall first confer,
As he has opinions he can proffer!
"Mama, you're damned down: That's the main point,
To now steer life's precious ship effort joint;
Miss Agnes: a cook for you we appoint;
For the job your pastor could her anoint."
Laborare Estorare in obscure ANON-ymity
Though to do as they must they'll know nothing but pain
In this richly owned world, self appointed divinity
The righteous still toil in God's Holy Name
We're but offal to corporate greed
In a long chain of man-made disasters
Like a freight train unleashed at full speed
They queue to bow down to their masters
Their exorbitant memberships paid
They gather like rose-stem pricks
As cold as a steel switchblade
Schwabs Great Reset on their lips
Information is media controlled
A cleverly designed social narrative
We're cautioned to do as we're told
Compliance, the crucial imperative
Like corporate ships, overwhelming
A psychopars hands on the rudder
Towards the edge of destruction We're sailing
Big Pharma's in league with Big Brother
Though Big Brothers race is being run
Sometimes his plans they get botched
By a fly in the ointment Anon
They know now the Watchers being Watched
It is fast becoming rampant,
The whole thing: perfect irritant:
Baring screened-off contents of pants
Guilty: old dames and debutantes
And these pants are exorbitant,
Uncomplaining buyer brilliant!
Freedom continues to seeds plant
Crossed Christians turning militant,
Who would wearer waste or her pants,
New growing mistrust of fired rants,
Towards shaming violence slant
No more to assaults an “I can’t.”
But what would women establish
In pants that their contents publish?
Never have I ever seen the like
Of a polar bear riding a trike
Or a whale riding an elephant.
Simply, in my book, irrelevant
Things I know I’ll never see,
Unless I pay an exorbitant fee!
Like the time I paid ten dollars
To see two naked giant brawlers
In a sideshow at a traveling carnival
Yes, I was young and stupid, pal.
Which is why I am not very rich
I’m taken in by every barker’s pitch
And, yes, I’d probably pay to see
The sordid sex life of the honeybee!
Written August 31, 2022
What I had luckily caught
One exorbitantly bought,
Long after I had it brought:
A salmon by a crowd sought
And for it bitterly fought...
Many bidders voicing their thought
Nearly making it a sport,
Save the one who had been taught
To huge sums pay on a spot
So as to remain on top,
As things become goddamned hot
To Plain Delay not a lot
And fast leave before he’s shot
Pay Now Or Later
Miracle Man
5-14-2022
Sin,
is like a credit card balance that isn’t settled monthly,
and the choice is ours. For sin, we can seek forgiveness,
becoming paid up, or watch it multiply,
and pay an exorbitant penalty forever,
in eternity.
Why those clammy hands of lasting grief
For an owner of a handkerchief?
Then, you are a forgetful kind,
Who few things keep in mind.
A full right I have to know
Or fully annoyed I shall grow
The last careless contact by your hand
Now, about to unleash microbial harm.
Why not often The Disinfectant
By you thought rather exorbitant?
A clogged left nostril you’re picking
And my fingers I’d be licking
After your palms against mine sticking
And in the end a time bomb ticking?
A strike of a match would briefly carve
His weatherworn features
From the darkness full of his words
Echoes from history of an exorbitant life
A face full of history and mystery
That still lingers
In my minds eye
I remember the darkest richest of nights
As the crimson end of that cigarette with its
Glowing tip dances orange bright
Tracing images in to my imagination
Like a lantern illuminating
The darkest of mysteries he weaved a tapestry
Of light bleeding into obscurity of his history
Lived out fast like the flare
Of that amber fire match
Its spark curving sharp shadows
on hands worn & rugged
Moving in a steady flow & flutter
Punctuating the highlights
The exaggerations and ebbs of rhythm
that illustrated his story
A little spark of orange light illuminated each important event
Etching his life lived in my memory
Now fading imagery
I remember tracing firelight arcs
Trails like scarlet comets
& the perfect dark glowing
brighter as he inhaled his aromatic smoke.
The little orange sun carving dark shadows
On that weatherworn face still
A damn fool, heavenly muse,
rising out of chaos, with loss of Eden
its exorbitant price!
Nothing pure and upright, no aid
to my adventurous song, inspire
disobedience!
What is mine is in darkness, illuminates
indifference!
It asserts its rightful place in
the heart of beloved, all your woe
and curses thrown on the forbidden tree!
And that shepherd who ate his lamb
to get into heaven's back door, unseen, satiated
by the Siloa's Brook where angels go fly fishing
giggling by the sight of the shepherd waving at them,
that man's first disobedience, lured by the taste of
passion in the air.
Son of a soldier lost his friendship ties
From thousands of miles for crunchy fries
Gun toys replaced the ones that he had lost
Talking twister of blended foreign frost
In the arms of almighty God
His dad combated the last blood
Son of a soldier connoted a coyote
Colloquated heroes poetic lyrics note
White flagged exorbitant West wild
Son of a soldier thought he was a child
Born by origin and modern nomadic loffe
Son of a soldier sailed the word of Santa Fe
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