Come join me in the religion of the well wishing fool
We meet once a month at the toe dipping pool
Where we reaffirm our mission to uphold the tradition
Of championing that reckless and rash, impetuous and crass
imperative of all human inanity. The keen assurety, whose
heights may only be scaled in proportion to the rarity
of their intellectual scarcity. We wholeheartedly cheer the pursuit
of the age old query of grasp and reach by those whose sole reward
seemingly is calamity. We stand here safe in our cloak of non participatory
scrupulosity and outrageously cheer the feckless audacity of those that advance the
sum total of human wisdom by dint of intellectual incapacity.
Childhood promise - a pact by pinky swear,
Fast friendship - solemn pledge of pure intent.
Broken at times? Just predictable fare!
In playground terms an everyday event.
Then youth bursts on the world in hot pursuit
Of lasting life and love without an end.
Broken promise portends the absolute -
Betrayal leaving aching heart to mend.
Time heals the hurts of feckless youthful dreams,
Suppressed by wisdom’s wit and common sense.
Bygone promise subsumed - or so it seems,
Poignant echo persists still, in past tense.
The POTUS, he known as "Le Miserblob",
is little more than an unctuous knob.
It's easy to ridicule
this feckless lord of misrule
as he continues to sleep on the job.
Breathe in slowly,
Relationships are feckless,
Emotions turn unholy,
Arguments leave us useless,
Time takes over wholly,
Hearts abused, we’re reckless
Life should be more holy,
Egos are not spotless,
Silence pulls closely,
So we are left breathless.
glowing stars are taking notes
evil elm trees have eyes
that window has peeping tom’s votes
my world is filled with spies
the woman was breathless
her claims were given in loud tones
I think she was a bit feckless
she had escape into dire moans
what can I do? I asked trying to help her somehow
see that old man? She said, he’s staring at me now
I ran over to him and chased him with a lawn dart.
What else? I asked, feeling empowered and smart.
Boredom shapes the gambler’s curse—
a chafing itch burrows the skin,
and promises of bounties full
draws loss and piteous hunger in.
It wagers not on sense but need,
all wisdom choked at galloping speed-
that trades frail patience in a pulse,
mistaking want for feckless greed.
Tidal leaps the wave, a beast enraged
the shifting boards ,a sweep of losses tilt-
that stilts no longer shudderproof engaged
foundations fall and nothing left but guilt.
her outfit feckless
modeling for fashion week
the age of fifteen
chic to most of us
magazine cover worthy
still grandmas baby
With the minting of the Lincoln Penny coming to its sorrowful end,
It'll now cost you a 'Nickle For Your Thoughts', my miserly friend!
Or consider the phrase 'That's My Two Cents For What It's Worth', old chum;
It'll now cost you two nickles or a dime - that's the new rule of thumb!
Alas, no more penny candy for the little tykes - forget the penny arcade;
These are just a few things that'll vex us since pennies are no longer made!
I reckon they'll have to mint more nickles to accommodate this feckless nation!
Oft', I ponder how Honest Abe would feel about 'his loss of face' and inflation!
Family foibles and festive baubles to share
Frivolity frolics jollity & alcoholic histrionics
Swilled fables & tables filled with similar fare
Suggestive seasonal strolls for restive souls
Cast bitten still smitten bestilled by chilled air
Bedevilled dishevelled by some distilled wares
Pagan past perch in their old peculiar church
Dare to revel with another level devil may care
No graces or airs just familiar faces and lairs
Don't be reckless or feckless this Michaelmas
Feuds rude moods eschewed along with despair
Plied with yuletide pride bliss of this solstice kiss
At last no faff or fuss for us secular Christmas fayre
When will Baz..Ben & their men ken..learn
Despite or to spite the "has beens" concern
Trouble to rubble only listen to their bubble
That Bazball trite shi*e they're always right
Be true to thine self.. the cover drive shelf
Lack that knack & gift to swiftly shift back
On pacy racy turfs where the conker surfs
Play it late and don't hit it on the up mate
Wafts of wishing fishing on the 5th stump
Down in the dump chump will then flump
Snag trumped by the ball that did rag jump
Nicked to slip or off the glove it did thump
Rascals debacles and wickets castled slump
Head more pizzazz..razzmattazz did gazump
Smoother purer surer bravura groover jazz
Baz did kowtow to an Aussie..now take a bow
OZ's wizard of the wood blizzard was that good
Y'all we should clearly really call it "TRAV or is that CHAV BALL !
So many lives destroyed by greed.
Too many hungry mouths to feed.
The rich blame the poor for being lazy and feckless.
The poor blame the rich for being greedy and reckless.
The wealthiest hide funds in offshore accounts
The poor must work harder for meagre amounts.
People are divided so the markets may prosper.
Whilst queues at foodbanks continue to grow longer
Refugees escape from terror and wars.
Dreaming of landing on welcoming shores.
Condemned by the establishment, who don’t want them stay.
Yet happily spend all the taxes they pay.
Governments are chosen by media manipulation.
Then fight their cause with enhanced reputations.
Our press is controlled by the wealthiest few.
So, who really decides what we see in the news?
These are political issues, but many don't care.
Yet the wealth divide remains massively unfair.
Too many believe there’s no other choice.
So, stand up and be heard, coz we all have a voice.
Too much is enough when one is full up
Had plenty to eat and plenty to sup
When feeling bloated
Tummy’s explosive
Cough loud and say sorry for the hiccup.
If by chance you should have become legless
Aim for the best, to not feeling reckless
It's not ladylike
A sure fated vice
You may find that you have become feckless.
I fear I have forgotten how to dream,
or am I merely stuck within the seam
that separates the waking from the dark~
perhaps my dreams have flown away; a lark
flying nebulous space between the stars,
unfettered then without the earthbound bars
where sweet infinity awaits beyond~
and how then shall my darkened soul respond
as I repose for sleep without a dream~
I plead the feckless midnight sky esteem
to return at last my every dream.
The foreign fiend, of feckless faith and folk,
Is feigning fealty to our fair fortress;—
To force his form and fold on finished fact,
He’ll find fit fashion of fetid fetish.
her face was flawless
admired by the masses
forever feckless
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