Handlers Poems

All the President’s Men

It’s one thing to be senile
and lie in your own drool.
It’s another to be President 
and be that droolin’ fool.

So ask yourself, America,
of all the President’s men…
who was runnin’ the country
signin’ with Joe’s autopen?


Note: To those who have eyes it was obvious that Sleepy Joe wasn’t just sleepy but in cognitive decline before he was even elected President by supposedly receiving 80 million plus votes. He wasn’t fit to run a lemonade stand but the media convinced you he was on top of his game lol. Joe wasn’t physically or mentally up to the job and so his Democratic masters and media overlords set about carrying out the great subterfuge that he was in charge. They stage managed every event and choreographed his every utterance until he inevitably went off script and his handlers (carers) had to shut him down.

So the next time some loony tune tells you that Elon Musk has too much power for an unelected member of Congress just remember the White House for four years under grifter Joe Biden was run by unelected bureaucrats. Yep, the country was ruled by President Autopen. Let that sink in.

Unbearable

A giant panda eats leaves and shoots,
several handlers and  keepers
fall to a spray of AK-47 bullets.

"Why?"
moans an elderly Chinese lady,
blood oozing from her torn body -
she had nursed him from a cub.

In a less than perfect Mandarin,
the animal replied:

"Madam, humans do not understand
how to bear an unbearable love.

Being insufferably cute
the matter has always been
a black and white issue for us.

We love to shoots first,
then we leaves."

a day inside my brain

a day inside my mind

What to do? There is so much news
Trump, my mate, didn't do so well. he thought
 he could wing it
against a woman whose handlers had dissected
Trump's tendency to brag, beside we must not forget
my old mate is seventy-eight
I have posts in the messenger but can't get in the asks 
me for code words, they never asked before
 if they have, I have forgotten it all
mind at school, I was good at the multiplication table
but after that, numbers are enemies that cause me
trouble with the tax people
My wife had minor surgery today. I spent
 the  day at the hospital had lunch there,
 The hospital is next door to the car- a testing place where I have to bring my old car for testing 
once a year, if the vehicle fails
 it will be  a catastrophe if that is not enough,
 I have to renew 
my driving license, which we old people have to do 
every year to see if we can drive
I have to give the car to my mechanic to iron out the faults
then I have to see a doctor who will test my hearing 
and reactions to sudden happenings.
Most of all, I worry about my wife, sit watching
a TV romance, for once, she is silent

Eskimo Ellie's Secret

Eskimo Ellie loves training her sled dogs
they are her comfort, her pack.
they keep her warm at night, and appreciate her stories
She lets them sleep inside the igloo, but keeps this a secret
the other dog handlers would not understand
they might think she is soft and silly
her dogs are her family,
where else would she make them sleep?

Joseph Biden

Joseph Biden, President,
Current White House resident.
His faculties are in decline,
But his handlers say he's doing fine.

Embarrassing Moment

There are riders, jockeys, grooms, and handlers too,
that don’t think twice about the work they do.
Their love for horses is a commitment they share
But their safety is a concern for them all to be aware.
To fall from your horse is an embarrassing event
when only your backside is the one to repent.
The risks are many and always there,
when being with horses you must always take care.
Times are hard if injury strikes,
for healing may be slow that nobody likes.
With thoughts and wishes I convey, that you all ride and work safely to enjoy the next day.
Take care when confidence thrives, it opens the gate, to a moment you may not anticipate.

The Door Wolf

The Door Wolf.
And, what of the waxing Moons
Its flood, of relentless tides, that time
of scar faced pit dogs, long sharp toothed,
their belly grumbling handlers, eager 
to chalk a death line, on cold ale stained flag stones hard.
While in bleakness yard, belly tumbling hags squeeze, last drops out of well gripped ****, for the blind pups bellies,
babies must wait, in so many ways they  are a benefit, against the door Wolf.

And what of pale,  deep eyed children
Barefoot in waste lands of snow
Thin as cotton threads, as are their ragged clothes !
Their belly grumbling quenched, by easy swallowed earth worms, to placate the parasitic worms hidden within.
Ahh, all in ! to the avoid the door wolf.

And what of the well heeled lace lover, 
hovering in trinkets of silver, and cups spilling with distain, against the scroungers pain ?
With, Parisiene perfume, to muffle the drum
Hum drum  stench, from a piss trench
soaked and brandyied to sleep.
Her blinkers finaly,  blinked blank.

Those waxed, and wained Moons !
Now cobwebbed in long past night skies.

Let Me Entertain You

vaudeville stepped off the stage
and leapt into the living room
with hot topic-tuned antenna views

shy ventriloquists turned from radio
to television with a vision to be seen

juggling with eye-catching
candle-, duck-, and ten-, pins
off the bowler skids in aerial suspension

abracadabra handlers saw their guests -
half of them enjoyed their shows

hats and canes spinning, shoes tapping
all the old variety - hosts rolling eyes

acrobats rose above them all -
the fall guys, the masters of the skies

Marx, Burns, Allen, Fields, Benny
broke their audience records

showcase of holidays and war
in time with comedy and lyrics

The good old daze
replaced by supersonic, telephonic-cell
(the farmer in the dell throws down his pitchfork
to watch)
to hock back the latest, greatest craze
of series, not to purge, but to binge

staying carefully away from Burnett, Sonny and Cher,
Donny and Marie, and Ed.

drooping eyes spring glasses,
a glass of red or white…

elsewhere, the hypothalamus of the kids,
impacted by Squiddy, Stampy and CaptainSparklez

5/25/2023

He Wore a Mask Not To Be Recognized

WE HEARD HIM SAY"
The Peolpe Will make him a DRAW!

"They read off names of
guys liklyto replace him
and he just sat thre like nothing was wrong.
muscle men
Rich men
Crafty cagey men
more atheletic men
Phyc gimmicky men

if he losses he'll
get booged and brawled
out wrested and pumpled
he'll stand tall and will cheat
and be seen as crafty until
he gets his bearings.
he'll redefind the term
Champion.
People shoul invite this guy
to there promotion and give him trophy's.
The day he loses the title
all those guys can stand
and claim him as
the World champion.
It's a two handled paddle it flips
to the handlers favor.
people will become legends by challenging him.
And he won't ever get the
recognition he deserves.
Trophy this guy up in the independents
and give wrestling fans there real champion!"

Hispanic Panic

When I go outside and see the homeless, I see one thing,
There are no homeless Hispanics and yet, 
There is a Hispanic Panic amongst those who are paranoid

From the abuelitas selling taquitos to artists hawking cartoon portraits, street vendors were hustling long before the pandemic. But they are being forced to adjust even more due to the downturn caused by COVID-19.

Mexican merchants are struggling to keep their
Food Truck small businesses, LA Street Vendor’s, are not pan-handlers
For goodness’ sake, buy KEEP-SAKES!

In an era where more of our workforce is in the informal economy with zero protections and safety nets for emergencies 
LA Street Vendor Campaign demonstrates how local solutions 
can scale up and reach thousands of precarious workers 
across Los Angeles and beyond.

Fragile

Marked 'Fragile, Handle with Care'
    a preemie wrapped in tender affection
  Tiny fingers, tiny toes; a wisp of a nose
    in the midst of her pale pink complexion

  Gentle and delicate her handlers will be
    knowing one slip can be fatal
  Should not every delivery be treated this way
      ~ pre, neo and post-natal

The Queen

The Queen is dead; a kingdom mourns
And all through her domain
There will be countless tributes
To her long amazing reign.

Ascending to the throne so young,
She ruled with style and grace
And no one (certainly not Charles!)
Will ever take her place.

To us, across the pond, she seemed
So decorous and prim,
Requiring a curtsy (from a her)
Or bow (from him).

Her matching suits and hats defined
Her monarchy and yet,
Beneath that stiff demeanor
Lurked the Queen most never met.

I once read that her handbag,
Always draped across her arm,
Was moved quite subtly to
Her other elbow, an alarm.

She did this when she’d had enough
And wanted to take leave,
A signal that her handlers
Were on lookout to receive.

That story showed her human side;
Will wonders never cease?
We’ll miss you, Queen Elizabeth,
And may you rest in peace.

Typhoon Entombed Them

Death met at work, a months' long livestock voyage 
Appalling fate found forty men in ocean's contempt
Churned in days' worth of typhoon crazed torment
Upside down violence turned trapped crew to carnage 

Water walled onslaught slammed seafaring stronghold
Cattle float stark on dark ocean, hooves raised, bloated
Vets embarked the journey, to bovine well-being devoted
Vessel of mass measures, by sea vehemence controlled 

Taken from life during a shift, loyal young strong sailors
Skilled handlers, pined for infant families, scared at home
Mammoth stern dug beneath unending depth, groaned
Instruments steady didn't warn of ceilings spray showers

Tenacity kept crew clutching straws in relentless storm
Hull refused her duty, rising cold belly swamped within
Dutiful men tended soiled stock, their outlook grim
Windows disguised skywards, horizon stolen in scorn

Deck gave only feasible exit point, though death due either way
Going under or leaping off, bodies driven on stiff vein adrenalin 
Forty faithful crew, prisoners in their workplace, remember them
Ninety children learn that dire time leaves their lives in disarray



7th September 2020

The Study Said

The study of women eighteen to twenty-four 
came up with the idea they would not want a date
with a man who brought a cat into his dating profile
But what if he had brought a dog? An elephant? A tiger? A bear?
Are these animal-hating women or just cat-haters?

How many women were studied? Were these women all five foot two?
Are they altitude-challenged? Are they intimidated by tall cats?
This study has curiously enticed my dendrites to conjure questions.
Were these women snake-handlers? Are they afraid cats would eat them?
Was it the color of cat that turned them off? The breed of cat?

Do these women not want to date these men because they have cats?
Maybe they already have nine.
Maybe one more would get them kicked out of their apartment’s lease.
Do these women fear cats? Have they been mauled or bitten by cats?
The more I look at this study the more questions I have.

The Gathering Time

The Gathering Time

Sweltering cloying wet heat.
Gladiolas in bunches displayed along the roadside by their handlers,
Covered only by sheets at night, restless, waiting for a breeze.
Beef steak fruit, sweet corn, black diamond melon sweetness.  

Then without warning
The hint of it appears.
The dawn coolness laden with fallen dew.
The subtle changing fragrance of the air then dissipates towards noon,
Only to reappear more vivid in its message of fragrance upon the next awakening.

Flies now gathering on the kitchen window sills in the sun.
Still crystalline blue sky.
Greenness of shimmering leaves-but only for now.
Tassels now bend over the crisp, sun-burned leaves sheltering corn.
Red fringe to sumac covering the hillsides.  

The closing down of summer soon at hand - 
The gathering time for reflections and nuances of emotion and desires,
We come together to bask in the sun – waiting.

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