He has called men misery fun to watch! Who made that "fun" anyway?
From the minarets the call to prayer resounds
Breaking the peaceful silence of the dawn
In its undulation of fervent fanatical need
And all across the world the daily call spreads
Making non-believers at least tolerant
Of the mysterious words and haunting refrain
Lulled into acceptance as by a snake charmer
Women too now rising up
In the name of liberation
Fervently fanatical in the need
To have it their way,
From conception to abortion and infanticide
To now the freedom to filicide,
Have it their way
A brave new Burger Queen world
Without compromise or sacrifice
For the only job they were born to do.
Meanwhile the minaret keeps up its call
Loudly proclaiming to the faithful
Ignorant and deluded,
And increasingly deserving,
“Make Misogyny Great Again”.
(9/13/26)
NFL SUNDAY
AND CFL SATURDAY
AND NCAA
The radio towers died at noon, the screens went blank and cold,
And static ceased to whisper of the empires bought and sold.
Down in the deep concrete redoubts, where millions gasped for air,
The ordinary citizens were stripped of their despair.
But in its place came something vast, a terrible, clean weight—
The absolute, unyielding hush that settled at the gate.
For thirty days no leader spoke, no siren pierced the dark,
The automated generators left a silent spark.
Men stared into their calloused hands, unable to recall
The frantic noise that used to drive their backs against the wall.
The silence was a physical thing, a pressure in the ear,
That forced the crowded bunker-rooms to face their oldest fear.
Yet by the third long, wordless week, the madness turned to rest,
As heartbeat matched to heartbeat in the quiet of the chest.
They learned to read the shifts of light, the breathing of the crowd,
And found a stranger, softer tongue where nothing was allowed.
Before the silver wood reached down to claim the planet's lease,
The bunker citizens survived the suffocating peace.
Radiance of life reigns around sweet relationship
offered by the great "I am that I am" Creator
as I yield to Him Who is my sovereign Director
midst blessed fellowship along wondrous worship.
Against suffering gloom of frustration-caused pain
I am bouncing back with hope-lit serenity-glow
revived to bloom along abundant blessings' flow
since the great "I am that I am" grants salvation-gain.
Gripped by "I am the way, the truth and the life" creed
surmounting unbelief's stroke that attacks the heart
triumphantly prevailing over weakness' dart
I am keeping the faith, shining with love and kindness' deed.
Theories of killers fall from blonde to grey rivers
A man with a face controlled by a robot
Rolls a kart with forgotten songs of Eagles and Hawks
I fought a cry seeing our friends goodbye
I heard a ringing I could not breathe
Somewhere there was the missing voice of make-believe
An acoustic drink ,a punch of a swing off a tree
The peeling worn out shade
Lifts the suade off a Saturday moon
Rebellious fires burn holiday seeds of pumpkins and carrots
I tried to be different everyone left but were never here
I tried to be cool but the string of limousines got tied up in a tree of lies
I tried to fall in love
But ended up a 3rd party fool
People create in all kinds of ways
Like other animals do
And in uniquely human ways.
And when we uniquely create
We open up
And the Universe opens too.
And between the two magic transpires.
Creation takes all shapes and forms
From single cells to complex structures
That can span millennia.
But when gates are open
And creation really flows
The bounds of time and space
Logic and reason
Are transcended
As if they are only figments
Of limited imagination.
And in transcendence
When the illusions of self and other
Have fallen away
As if they have never existed
What is left but play?
At play in the fields of the Lord
You may say
If there was a you
Left to form such an absurd thought. For
No self and no other needs and
Leaves no room for even a Lord
And its fields for play.
In the great unknown we are reminded
Knowing we are neither,
Both or other.
(8/30/26)
In the City of Downey, where I was born,
my mom gave me options, and I was torn.
She said, "Here are your choices. Listen kid -
we can go to Giza to see the great pyramid,
or maybe you want to see the Great Wall,
or the Sistine Chapel or the Taj Mahal -
but wait, look out the window. It's getting dark.
We just have time for Rio San Gabriel Park.
There's a lion drinking fountain where you can drink.
How about that son? What do you think?"
So, we got in the car, drove two minutes to see
The Big Yellow Lion Fountain of RSG.
I'll tell you friends, that's as good as it gets,
and to this day, I've had no regrets.
pen and paper meet
intertwine on blank paper
a perfect marriage
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Never used an umbrella
He dodged raindrops
Like a criminal flees cops
Wiggling like a bowl of jello
A Hut In Forest
What a nice neat simple life
Natural all things
The whole house is one room, hut
All the Path-room is out side.
it rains everyday
the family sleep like birds
and work the whole day.
Tanka and haiku.
It’s rare to hear a story
That you haven’t heard before,
Especially when memories
Seem locked behind a door.
But yesterday I heard about
A parrot who could talk
And when my dad came home from school,
It would begin to squawk,
“Georgie’s home!” repeatedly.
My aunt, who told the tale,
Said that’s the only name it yelled,
Each school day, without fail.
I don’t recall my father
Ever mentioning this bird.
Perhaps it was a memory
That somehow got deferred.
Yet as my aunt recalled this,
She laughed hard and so did we,
The image of a boyhood George
As clear as it could be.
Hi I'm Mary Jean and I live outside with mother nature most of us bring you beautiful fruit in the summer and shade for you to sit under we shed tears throughout the winter and we are all great listeners and we will always be here for you to lean on I'll will give you breath for you to spread the word on that we get shy throughout the autumn term
"With great Power comes great Responsibility"
What is power? What is a responsibility?
I ask these questions daily.
Is power a synonym? For Rich or Witch?
Or is a whole nother thing which we cant just seem to itch?
If people with powers have responsibilities why don't they serve them?
when they come across people of the less they just kick and ignore them.
"- great responsibilty " is true I must say that
But how come the people with POWER have to have that?
Trusted people, who are loyal and kind. but because they have a different skin just makes then "one of you're kind!"
The kind should have the power not the rich or poor.
its the LAND OF THE FREE so why can't we do more!
The people with power abuse it greatly, so is that why everywhere is a danger lately?
Im young and responsible but I have no power.
But the old man with money has a pool, workers, and loads of POWER!
If great power gives you great responsibilities,
how come the people with power cause nothing but great hostilities
"With great power comes great responsibilty" was what a very wise man once said.
Maybe the rich need to get that in there f----ing head.
¡unos mil años!
en Reino Unido
hermoso roble!
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