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Lessons From History

Lessons From History

When Hitler was voted into power
He scraped in (voting was a shambles),
But he knew it had come, this was his hour,
And so he took one of his biggest gambles.

He knew his grip on power was paper thin
And so decided he would take a flier;
He gambled everything that he would win,
So struck a match and lit the Reichstag fire.

He blamed it squarely on the other side,
The ostensible excuse he needed.
He silenced everyone who said he lied:
Head gardener in a garden that he seeded
With such a rank and rotten infestation
It killed, corrupted and destroyed a nation.

Jagged

Written: October 19, 2023

Poem in the Fragmented Form Created by Poetess: Constance la France

The good work is done by people with jagged, broken edges because those edges cut things and leave an imprint, a design. By Harry Crews
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                        Love's blades tear within as a dull scalpel with teeth
            Leaving merely a crushed, dead chunk of flesh
It shreds, gouges, and weeps till the heart bequeaths
Offering its heart gambles will be accepted fresh,
                        Being hugged frowns as it gulps the vile reality
The dagger sinks further, piercing the frailty of sanity
A heart still bleeds while succumbing to sociality
      Pathetic, petrous parcel with pebbly peaks
            Jagged-toothed dome rising into bespeaks,
                        Each is engraved, erose, and has surface breaks.
Swallowed by a murky quagmire of an abyss beneath,
            Snapping at heels all life, laden with vessel mensch,
      Unfathomable evil clings to grief and jagged vitality
            Vow to thrive with every word your soul speaks.

Game of Chance

"Blow on the dice and let them roll,"
says those who trust their lives to chance.
Allow cruel fate to take control.
"Blow on the dice and let them roll,"
The words of destiny cajole.
Kismet gambles on circumstance.
"Blow on the dice and let them roll,"
says those who trust their lives to chance.


January 8, 2023

High Stakes

Trippy hippie likes risky frisky.
Doing gambles of one's living.

What Did I Do To Deserve This?

I just want to f*cking die.
Hell would be better tonight.
As this devil gambles with my life
Disguising itself as a saint.
My talent fades away
Into the horizon, bleeding me dry.
Yet still I burn,
Still I burn tonight.

A Creek Christmas Carol

[Away In A Manger - revisited]

Where Dave is the ranger
And Tom is the mayor
The saloon is open
And Milt gambles there

On high in the night sky
A star ’bove the church
The beacon of Soup Creek
To aid in the search

An old passing stranger
Had let it be heard
That a babe would be found
And his name was the word

Now, Mark was the sheriff
He closed the saloon
And Jenna, quite frankly
Wasn’t over the moon

She said find that baby
And find it real soon
My bar can’t be closed 
While this night has a moon

In the church they found him
And o what a fright
That poor baby’s young face
Was smeared with Marmite

But Tom said Stand clear men
That God-awful pong
We thought was yeast extract…
It seems we were wrong

Morning

Morning is a bright looking florescent
that unfold splashes of sultriness;
thrilling luminosity blewing off saturnine 
incessantly each day you awake
to greet your pallid-cream face.

It shoot in succulents embrace
flurrying optimism and illusory hope
as fiery as your desires
just enough for a blade
to slash through depression
with unassailable sense.

Whilst to others
it's a suicide ice 
& huge spectre
that will ruin
the gambles of their nights.

Lullaby For Sleepy Joe

Old Man  Biden
Dat old Joe Biden
He must know somethin
But seems like nothin
But he keeps rollin 
He Keeps on rollin along

Old man Biden 
dat old man Biden
While country’s slidin
He stays in hidin
He keeps on stumbling
He keeps on bumbling along

His best advice is 
To find a crisis
Like climate change or
Some ‘viralitis’
With this malarkey
Then his autarchy goes on

You may work hard
With sweat and strain
Then make a little money
And you get the blame
But stay at home
In feckless glee
Or walk across the border
Get it all for free

When he starts speakin 
Your brain starts freakin
Mind in absentia
Could it be dementia
We took our gambles 
Now he just rambles along

Be he impeached
Or he be beseeched
To vacate his space
Look what takes his place!
So let old gone Joe
Let Old Sleepy Joe
Just keep on rollin along

Rendered

Reproduction is oocyting.
With beingness what it is.
From eggs we all develop
as does everything that lives.

500 cardinal gambles tendered
for congress milt to meet, before
fecund moons by periods ended.

From family we are decended
but from eggs we all are rendered

(inspired by “We all are eggs” by poet BLT)
*** a woman is born with 500 eggs*

Fortunes and Misfortunes

From fortunes 
You may jump into misfortunes
With uncontrollable greeds that 
Intervene at the gambling tables
Once you win, you'll eager for more
Until you lose
All your fortunes
As luck is not always 
On your sides
Sometimes it betrays 
Just like man betrays his god

My Cynical Career - Insider Cherry

I spilled my seventh cup of coffee 
While shuffling through the papers on my desk.
It was a ham and cheese performance, 
A little bit of business-like burlesque.
I sort through tax returns and spreadsheets, 
Deciding what to shred and what to keep.
The numbers flatten my perception. 
It’s hard to tell the shallow from the deep.

The market parodies the weather, 
It’s sometimes paradise, and sometimes hell.
It takes a fortune teller’s insight 
To know which stocks to buy and which to sell.
I go to trade shows and conventions 
To bust my hump establishing rapport.
To get that sweet insider cherry, 
I give good face and put out like a whore.

But it’s so sweet insider cherry, 
Just so sweet insider cherry         
Can provide me with an edge.
When investing in the future, 
Need to guarantee the future with an edge. 
That’s my pledge.

I take fiduciary gambles 
To profit from a fickle fiscal year,
And plot inventive navigation 
To dodge the rocks and shoals that interfere
With my relentless and creative 
Chicanery within the corporate sphere.
I keep a second set of ledgers 
That chronicle my cynical career.

My Aunt Once Told Me

Of God beauty
To paint with the color of the leaves
Profound passion that does not deceive
Breath in who spoke
Allowing the paintbrush to do its stroke
Passion of the heart was told
To never allow yourself to be sold
God loves our zeal
All layers of our hearts are sealed
Watch his story unfold
As it shall be told
Forgiveness of the world gambles
As God people we shall assemble

Wheelchair With Care Hard To Bare

found it hard to bare
when riding in a wheelchair
should handle with care

trump  does seem to stink
had seen him when he would wink
slid down drain in sink

death perpatrated
that they initiated
had been ill fated

no longer pollute
vaccine in arms they should shoot
Trump things did dispute

Trump always gambles
turned country into shambles
on golf course rambles

never gave a rip
out of office we should ship
send Trump on long trip

Trump did loose his mind
not patient or ever kind
he has big behind

seemed so nice and brave
McCann rolled over in his grave
to Trump still a slave

Trump had been distraught
lied and cheated and was caught
round peg in square slot

what we forecasted
by Trump would be lambasted
too long had lasted

Was stingy and dingy
lethargic lacking energy
caused by allergy

picture depicted
Trump addicted and convicted
from White House evicted

Horn and Haiku Humor

Horn I Always Has Haiku Humor

When Trump stepped off curb,
Do not bother him or disturb,
As well as perturb.

Session by session,
Trump will make poor impression;
Does use deception,

At us stares and stares
While out you always wears,
When up or down stairs.

Trump is undressing.
Others will be impressing;
All his sins stressing.

Out sins poured and poured;
Trump had been told by our Lord,
History was restored.

Trump is a looter;
Ignorance needs a tutor.
Never straight shooter.

Trump does have an urge,
Be loser while being skirge,
As President must purge.

Trump is hard to bare;
A loser beyond compare;
Steels more than fair share.

Had looked at big board;
History had been restored;
Trump did bring on discord.

At us stares and stares;
For anyone Trump never cares';
Spent all of our fair shares.

Trump talks and rambles;
Not sure and always gambles;
Left us in shambles.

Trump last of liter;
Always has become bitter;
Needs baby sitter.

In sun, Trump does bask;
Refuses to wear his mask;
Even when we ask.

Trump does day by day,
Always leads our souls astray;
For sins he must pay.

Like last one the best.

Jim Horn

Cheap Childhood

haiku stanzas

Barron Trump will be
attending virtual school soon
- his Mom is careful

Should you send your kids
to dance on the battlefield
careful mothers?

Take you one last look 
at faith in your kids eyes
- teach them their real worth.

What is the story
they will tell their kids - if you
push them out the door?

Those small trusting faces.
Cemetery roads are bricked
with silly gambles.

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