slanting hue
sink every desire due ~
cackle at humans
A sommelier was known to whine
at pairings made with pork.
The shoulder was in fact divine,
so tender, lightly forked.
Yet she was deign to recommend
a cab or chardonnay.
Esteem I’d had came to an end
though, just the other day;
I saw her swilling Boone’s Farm wine,
complete with plastic cork.
You whirl, you whir, a sparkler with no plan.
A frantic rush, chasing all you think you can.
Each flip is fragile, fleeting, never really sown.
A scatter gun feast, that leaves you all alone.
You blaze as if the world will soon ignite.
Your tiny body burns with furious light.
Your haste is commanding, yet what is it worth?
Without pausing to taste the fleeting mirth?
The garden knows your madness; it makes it clear,
That no blossom trusts your beat to linger near.
You skim, you dart, you never claim the whole.
For your shallow sips can never fill the soul.
A slower hand, will plant, endure and stay,
Learning the patient slow cadence of the day.
For haste will scatter, shatter what was planned,
Quickly yielding the dust you cannot stand.
Why do you not linger longer at what you sip?
Your feet are a blur; your body is a whip.
But, why this panicked, fevered, fleeting chase?
What force is driving you at such a pace?
Can menacing winds command you to not rest?
Or are rivals sneaking in, invading your nest?
You know a steady heart, outlasts a flashing one.
Playing slow and stead get the victory won.
The world is an awful place
so much going on so bad
it seems it's always been like that
looking on it's so very sad
But can nothing be done?
it's a really awful place
wherever one goes about
awful testimony of the human race
Evil is evident to triumph
what a picture this shows
of the sinfulness of sin
there's one way this goes
The real mistake is to do nothing
then there's no courage to attack
being good men is not enough
doing nothing's just so slack
It's so full of folly
to be doing not a thing
show your metal and shine
make the call so it rings!
(Quote
" The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing" - Edmund Burke)
Problem
Very disturbing
Being the victor
Makes you happy,
Being the loser
Make you worry and worthless.
Problem a disruption
Very annoying
To the educated
It Hinders growth
Destroys relationships
Leaving many vulnerable
Acting from panic and fear.
Have anything flourish amidst war??
No schooling and more
Problem very practical
When you get a prey
It awards you
When you bite
More than you can chew
It disgrace you
Don't let folly takes over you.
A man, more patrician than not,
Of folly, he had quite a lot.
Stentorian voice,
But words of poor choice,
A sot, not a yacht, had he bought.
Wars Folly
Since you are there and I am here,
have yourself an ice-cold beer.
Raise your glass and sing with cheer,
for all you love is standing near.
This is not the way for me,
I’m on a deck across the sea.
The rolling deck as engines roar,
as in the sky fighter’s soar.
Barely adult’s young soldiers die,
as their loved ones at home cry.
On the land the sea or air,
loved one’s bleeding over there.
With hat in hand their families wait,
for soldiers to come home they anticipate.
The touch of their skin and smiling eyes,
to give hope to their heart and spirits rise.
This is not for all that go,
say the crosses row on row.
For at the point of a gun,
dreams are destroyed and come undone.
Hundreds dead or maimed for life,
filled with sorrow, pain, and strife.
Their mothers look at us and say,
why do our children have to pay?
It matters not to them we won,
their lives are shattered and undone.
By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison
A girl from the Folies Bergere
Manoeuvred her feathers with care.
One night, to a gasp,
They slipped from her grasp
And there she stood totally bare
Cranberry garlands the Christmas tree
Piña empanadas and gifts of filigree
Children’s faces aglow
Kissing ‘neath the mistletoe
Midnight mass tradition with family
Flights have been cancelled call the hotels!
Humbug to last minute changes and jingle bells
Lil black dress doesn’t fit
BYO Test My Drink Kit
It’s pub night with my standby drinking pals
Merry Christmas
Joyeux Noël
Feliz Navidad
Happy Hanukkah
Happy Kwanzaa!
Folly
A game the fools
Play thinking they wise
Finding pleasure
In nothing doing nothing
Endlessly ripping another.
Instant gratification
Their goals
Can do anything
To you for the top
Instead for you
To the top.
Creepy acts
Them actions
Selfishness them route
Without discernment
Riding on another
Instead with
Be aware of them folly.
I love mushrooms
with eyes peeping out
under their caps, their hats
I love broccoli
with curly green tops
Curly green hair
I love asparagus
with their long slender bodies
and pointy heads
and they don’t taste like grass
I love Brussel sprouts
Little bundles of joy
Bathing in buttery sauce
Lots of buttery sauce
I love carrot juice
Very orange
but they don’t taste like oranges
I love blueberries
in yogurt, cereal or cream
They go good with just about everything
even by themselves
One by one I pop them in my mouth
There’s no singing the blues with blueberries
Blueberries are absolutely my favorite
Not like all those I listed before
'cause I was fibbing
Don’t tell my Mom
‘cause I only like them a little bit
Or not at all
Yuck!
What grand overture preceeds death
When the past is prologue to life
What omnipotent power's breath
Gives life to our struggle and strife
Ask who will come to our defense
As we battle against the odds
What will sustain our common sense
When we're the folly of our gods
Repeat of the four-year refrain
Pits demented versus insane
We who are pundits
Say please call it quits
And would toast their obits with champagne
Ah Hero in Everything
some say she's a happy receiver
Almost an actress
and no one believes her
almost an actress:
and she means
the world to me.
Who's your husband in this
cold cruel world.
Got your mojo working
"you go Girl".
The lovely Lady kisses me.
You wanna see?
I got a ring on my
finger, my wife by my side
He's got a beautiful grin
and a perfect smile
when were are in a groove
we have a perfect style
don't come round here
with all that fool stuff
we got one another
and that's enough
aint misbehaving
we doing fine
let me say it one more
time
aint misbehaving
and ev'rthings just fine
Manaka is a fine tuner
Aankh=Pilak
and Chamara
The United States greases the slippery palm of Iran.
Who frolic in the frying pan with Hamas and Hezbollah.
Whom vow to destroy Israel and the United States of America.
The United States provides Ammo and Camo to Israel.
Who are at war with Hamas and Hezbollah.
This is the reason no country can trust us.
United States foreign policy is really about foreign folly.
The defense contractors and their pals on capitol thrill.
Will make billions and billions off the misery of citizens.
For sake of ratings the media puts coexistence on the spitz.
Scores of dark forces are wishing us, to the brink of oblivion.
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