Mexican worker traveling home
Mexican worker was not traveling alone
Lived here for a decade, twice
driving, he skidded on some Ice
Mexican worker and his son are now gone
death hunter appeared on the back of a flying skeleton
the first thing I noticed was his hooked beak and dead eyes
they were both straight from the bowels of the underworld
neither spoke, yet there was some kind of animation
they circled around my bed, I felt here to claim me
I waited for the grab I knew was coming
anticipating being snared and dragged into the never world
the terror I felt cannot be described in any language
I was a goner, resigned to my fate, feeling vulnerable and alone
Nothing could save me; they were scarier than the grim reaper
the death hunter put up a bony finger in warning, and they circled again
I shuddered, closed my eyes, and waited for the grab.
'Buy land as they don't make it anymore,'
Samuel said, 'and be among the have-gots.
Purchase a plethora of parcels of property,
then you'll have a whole lot of lots.'
Therefore, as nought but an investment,
bought a house in Dickson, Tennessee,
renovated, remodeled and rented it out,
'twas the first time as a homeowner for me.
Over time, paid about twice the price,
for, with the lot of an absentee landlord learned,
when the tenant absconded with every appliance,
and yet, never again would I be burned.
If this poem doesn’t come out right
I think I’ll kill myself
There… How’s that for grabbing
your attention
Tonight this full moon shines down,
flooding my mind with old memories,
of the way I used to be when
I was younger, wilder,
and free.
I know I can’t go back
and try to find those youthful days
that now haunt my mind
but I have no regrets of anything
that I might have left behind.
Age demanded a high cost
and some of those things
I hoped to keep, got lost
in the mix when my years began
to fade away.
So don’t let your hopes go up in smoke
never treat life like it’s a joke
slow down and take the time to live
in the here and now.
Forget and
Forgive.
You will never have another chance
to pass this way again
Slight of hand
By the orange man
Firming up the border
While he grabs what he can
For the oil backed felon
With an eye on a gem
The Canadian border
Is just another dress hem
Grab a pill
Grab a pill, with chemicals filled
Endocrine to shut down, not to feel
We are told, this is to help us cope
But through it all we can't find hope
Without hope, we get more depressed
Another pill, down our throats pressed
Making us numb, making us dumb
Walking zombies, we have become
A cereal bowl of pills, for breakfast
Taking vitamins, that are unbeneficed
Colourant, flavour, preservative - poison
Our money for big pharma - foison
So grab another pill, to fill the void
Listen to the mumbo jumbo of Freud
Another script to fill, to make you dead
As long as you never, have a clear head
Grab a pill, serotonin to kill
Endorphins and oxytocin to still
Without dopamine, you won't feel reward
All the doctors and pharma have an accord
By Cathrin Stuart
He smashed that thing.
What was his mood?
He'd spoken to her, to him,
then to that dog, that cat.
What is the cause of a mood,
though often good, but -
oh dear! - so bad at times?
But then he returns. He’s here.
Does he always or merely often
think he's now had
a smashing event -
though only at times?
Or can he be calmed,
touched by us, gently, sympathetically?
Can he be claimed, grabbed,
drawn back into sanity?
We make judgement on that temper.
Is this a climate, an immovable region
of his sense of humour?
Will he entertain another smashing time?
(17 Feb 2024)
My Thoughts On
Smash & Grab
Miracle Man
8-15-2023
Some big cities now enforce a change in their law,
which allows an enclave to freely smash and grab.
What offenders deserve is some “Shock and Awe”,
but lawmakers have chosen meaningless confab.
They allow hoodlums to freely take from another,
they smash and grab things that have cash appeal.
Their chosen way of life is to take from some other,
and what they can’t bum they’re willing to steal.
Must decent people live and work in constant fear?
Because some other can’t or won’t earn their pay.
Daily cries go out but the disinterested don’t hear,
They should do their jobs or get out of the way.
She reached around
to grab a sound
It seemed to linger there
But when her fingers clutched at it
her palm held naught but air
Shootings here, violence there
Smash-and-grab everywhere
So it seems, but look again
It’s a mostly urban scene
How much longer can it be
~ To death our cities bleed
You have for so long
Reached out for that second one -
But grab the first, first!
green and red fashion —
jealousy, the unashamed
angry and greedy
12/16/2021
Smash and Grab
Loot and nab.
Did your parents tell you, it is Ok to grab?
Stash and run.
Who taught you stealing is fun?
Job by mob.
Never had a job, for you I sob.
Crash the glass.
What care you, about the owner’s cash?
In and run out.
You sin and with joy, smile and shout.
In jails, you belong.
Lights out early and no late night songs
12/11/2021
Now that testing positive
Makes one a sex fugitive
Would you your thing or bum
Keep a distance from condom?
When passions surge
And sex is the urge
Isn’t it your dirge
To with “The Managed” merge?
And who would a dagger grab,
When it has begun to stab
Or disdain a rescue cab
While some squad seeks to you nab?
When it’s reasonable to dodge
And you won’t even budge
A bullet might you nudge
Like an angered serge!
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