Sat on a park bench
She exposes her heavy breasts;
Offers him a teat.
Lewd men inwardly applaud
This conformability.
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Young shoji fixers
In Edo are in demand;
And well rewarded.
Their longest ladders can reach
A widows highest window.
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The stylish long sleeves
Declare she is virtuous;
A pure innocence!
But impatient for the day
When she picks up the Scissors.
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Categories:
fixers, appreciation, character, culture,
Form: Tanka
Dissociated
Looking around
Can’t connect the dots to who or what I was before
My feet have been stained by a hundred strains of grass
Seen and known outside the reach of this valley
Years of travel has worn my soles
Worn my soul
Chipped away the pictures I painted of the world I wanted
A cold world with a bitter tongue
The broken helping the broken because the fixers have all gone home
Your story is but a paragraph in a book of shattered hearts
A novel of shattered dreams
Scattered on the streets in puddles of liquid screams
Lines of hungry bellies waiting to make it another day
I wish we could feed on our fear
Then we would all eat like kings
Our souls are etched on the walls of the buildings in which we dwell
A reminder to those that follow
Pain was nurtured here
Categories:
fixers, absence, depression, lost,
Form: Rhyme
The road not ending is growing wider.
Spreading all the way down and up again.
Hot shovel digging and soaring lighter.
Walking the straight line beginning amend.
Each moment new and keep myself steady.
No time elapsing and hold my heart true.
The light not too bright; dark never ready.
Nor to warm or too cold; middle ensues.
Not craving the escape of elixirs,
or overindulge a ravenous girth,
nor snatch symbols of sensual fixers.
This road traveling is all that is worth.
No hunting the material abound.
Hands touching the sky, toes grasping the ground.
Categories:
fixers, appreciation, art, endurance, meaningful,
Form: Sonnet
the dance around the heifer
To think I'm five years older than US president
Joe Biden, I think he is senile, but he is also corrupt like so many senators are
The Jews who lived in America knew of Western man, the obsession with status, a big house, and money, making them easy to corrupt.
The Jews, those who live in the USA, don't feel patriotic towards America for them; their heart is Israel, where goys are not welcome.
The Jews are a people with high EQ, but they lack empathy for others and let unbecoming greed take over their strange reasoning.
The Jews, due to their fatal flaws like ancient hatred when the irate behavior has gone too
far, be caught up and become victims of violence
The Jews, thus, castigated, will measly offer their services be fixers for the powerful and win favors and, in this manner, win power once again.
Categories:
fixers, anger, anti bullying, anxiety,
Form: Blank verse
cold, but
sun’s bright
season’s
grand sight
pure snow
gleaming
thrilled kids
screaming
snowballs
soaring
day’s not
boring
sleds are
gliding
grandma’s
riding!
snowmen
makers
cookie
bakers
cocoa
mixers
supper
fixers
great day
near-gone
“Good night,”
all yawn
December 6, 2022
placed 5th in a Brian Strand Contest
Categories:
fixers, fun, winter,
Form: Footle
Together
I reflect on the power
Of being together
Of the joining
Of hands
Whatever the weather
To be with those friends
On a road full of choices
With an ear for our joys
Or our tremulous voices
I reflect on the trust
Of the soul of another
When the challenge of rain
Has you running for cover
And I pray
With a fullness
Overwhelming my heart
For the beautiful humans
Be they close or apart
Who connect and restore.
To the fixers and builders
As community starts with
An invite in from the wilderness
For the lovers and likers
For the kind and the lowly
For the persistent peacemakers
Winning hearts over, slowly
It's been said many times..
Will I tire of it? Never.
If we want to go far,
We are better together
Jinjagoliath
1st May 2021
Categories:
fixers, 10th grade, anniversary, anxiety,
Form: Rhyme
If everyone on Capitol Hill.
Just ceased suddenly, to
see each other as evil,
What an amazing event that
would be!
A transformation so astounding,
Most think this is totally unthinkable.
Man wants to think only he can
solve the world's problems!
Forgetting, only one Man wrote
the script of life, not you, not me.
Many would rather hush than say
God's name.
Literally, ashamed to say His name
for fear of losing friends and fame.
We can all do good, but God?
Neither you nor I will ever be!
We were not put here to lust over
fame, sex, power, or money.
Nor for our glory nor to be grand
fixers of humanity's every sorrow.
We are here to do His will, which
requires utmost humility.
And knowing His commandments
and words, ever so completely.
July 10, 2019
10:15am PST
Categories:
fixers, america, change, god, humanity,
Form: Free verse
What is the game you choose to play,
The rules in which you live?
Do you play by taking it all,
Or are you the player that gives?
Do you take the playful side,
And jail it in a jar of harm?
Isolate the smile inside a box,
Killing the life, the warm, the charm.
And then whine and moan when dusk arrives,
Think a good day’s when all is down.
Or do you lift the saddened hurt,
Fitting folks with a peaceful crown?
I hope you run with fixers of bad,
The folks who use happy to heal,
The folks who tell the truth, the right,
And care how other folks feel.
Categories:
fixers, care, peace, people, philosophy,
Form: Quatrain
Obsolete is the byword
that keeps us buying anew,
products that last forever
simply would never do.
Paydays come in many forms
some junk is another’s treasure,
so creating problems to be solved
makes sense by the repairman’s measure.
There are industries of industry
who perpetuate themselves,
flooding markets with one thing
keeping others on the shelves.
This breeds the disingenuous cause
of saboteurs and fixers,
spawning each other endlessly
pitting inventors against the nixers.
Exhaust pipes made of mild steel
rust out and fail routinely,
planned obsolescence creating need
proving the point supremely.
Somewhere somebody is planting a bug
in my computer or my lung,
where a technician or a doctor
gets paid to see it undone.
And somewhere somebody is saying a prayer
to stop this insanity,
of misguided and opportunistic
cannibalization of ingenuity.
Categories:
fixers, introspection,
Form: Quatrain