What secrets of the Muse's rhyme,
skirt on the edge of our perception?
What fate can be known by metric time,
or prophecy by taut inspection?
The path she offers invites echoes,
of lives half-lived and dreams half-dreamt,
of pasts that form our tomorrows,
that few aspire beyond attempt.
Parnassus chooses whom so it will.
To the fated, it shares its mysteries,
but one must choose its bitter pill,
to resolve the trajectories.
The obscure rhythms of the poet's soul,
splashed against a domed, cryptic sky,
fulfill a cosmic, unique role,
that only seers behold with an inward eye.
There's no gnus
like no gnus
if you're a gnu
who likes no gnus
but if you're lonely
and agnother gnu
you'd like to see
as two gnu's company
yes indeed
believe you me
altho' it may
seem absurd
no less than
three's a herd
Oh my, she's cooking one of her own kind!
Has she gone completely out of her mind?
Sauteing that cut of beef is all too altruistic
even worse, her behavior is cannibalistic!
I don't know who she's trying to impress
but her folly will put her diner under duress.
After one look at Molly May cooking a steak,
whoever it is will want to make a fast break.
No amount of garlic will hide the beefy taste
Not even if with wine she should decide to baste.
It's disgraceful for a bovine to do such things
Couldn't she have fried up some chicken wings?
Maybe she has that disease that mad cows get
But her smile says Molly does not have one regret
I wonder who's gone missing from the cattle herd
I should tell the rancher. What she's doing is absurd!
Along the roads of grassy fields
where thousands of sheep flit from
Astray from the flock, flouting,
fleeing with fear
blindly following.
Driven through the streets of London
at the Barnet fair to the farmers there.
But the way, takes an insalubrious plot.
Sheer confusion along the countryside
sets in on the herd, then stray
when eddying rapids currented by the tide
and force of the streams give, taken
to an endless frequent float
for great distances steered, stirred
while the timorous turn 'round.
An endeavor to gain the place they set off
As along ancient grassy drove road lies,
weary shepherd and his sheepdog.
Drovers, some on the hoof
The sheep shall stray
back to stay presently in Eden's garden
Jade-green grassy hills of harvest gold,
and cerulean skies.
The herd will outnumber you
with an opinion you’re equal too
the echo chamber is hollow
so those ego chasers follow
as they parrot the sheep
opinions they can keep
because safety means acceptance
and popularity has importance
so they’re finally fitting in
and it soothes the soul within
that’s when you can walk alone
stronger than the herd have known
thinking for yourself
as they copy someone else
So quick to judge any breach of etiquette
Such breaches at the whim of the fickled herd
What is there to do but watch your back
Or compulsively stay in line
Or just say f*ck it!
And be on your way
Because no matter how hard you try
The cancerous cancelling crowd will lie in wait
To pounce on what was once their own
Just look at what’s happened to Trump and Musk
Each darlings of their leftist peers
Until they weren’t
Not for changing in any fundamental way
But just in their need to keep being themselves
Without allegiance to the fickled pickled herd
If anything the life of a human
Arcs from bound and dependent
To independent and free
Free to chose and free to lose
And so we grow
And can come to know
What it is to be mature
If it’s the last thing we do
(11/13/24)
manatee herd
sailors charmed by their whistling
myth of mermaids
crack of winter ice
hoofsteps halt hearing the warn
river takes a breath
when moving the herd
much trouble up had stirred
when each one was spurred
If I repeat a common thought
If I regurgitate a popular word
Or, if I remain quiet
Does it make me part of the herd?
The herd that thinks the same thoughts
They recapitulate the same words
Or, they remain quiet
A pot never gets stirred
I prefer to ask question
I don't want to believe, I want to know why
Yet every time I ask
I'm sarcastically met with a sigh
God gave me a brain
To think, love, and to grow
Where my thoughts end
I guess that's a place I don't even know?
You see life's full of uncertainties
Full of mysteries that go undefined
But remember, the moment you name it
The mystery becomes your story, not mine
So, I'll continue to seek
Holding tight to the truth that I know
But, when I learn otherwise
I have to have the resolve to let go
Or else, I'm holding on to emotion
Like a jeweler trying to sell fake gold
It may help in the moment
But ultimately, it cripples the soul
So, think a new thought
Question every single word
Never remain silent
Don't become part of the herd?
Dragon keeps his eye on herder girl who cares for the sheep
He pretends to slumber, but he is in no way asleep.
The sheep are heading up the mountain, it is ungodly steep
He hears the little ones making mewing sounds; one makes a bleep
Do please, your loins gird;
The pest is a bird:
Low-flying, sharp beak,
It’d outsmart The Weak!
Plainly take my word:
Leave the grazing herd
On plains, at the peak,
Your protections leak!
Scarecrow would pests cow
And pests won’t farms plough;
In your food-rich farm
The birds sure means harm…
Try you should Scare Crow.
I shall show you How:
‘Ugly clothes your balm
A shirt with one arm!
Their presence pest loathes:
Plants putting on clothes!
Being a rooster in a chicken coop is not easily
Six pretentious ladies who always tease me
Miss Petunia uses lipstick to please me
Miss Chanel trips on real high heels so breezy
Miss Ruby is lazy and always needs me
Miss Mathilde showers with her pretty feathers freely
Miss Bella is both rude and greedy
Miss Little says these girls are actually sleazy
No, it's not a dream to be a rooster believe me
By the way, my name is Mr. Rooster Stevie
14.04.2022
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Before mass leaders seize the power to fit reality to their lies, their propaganda is marked by its extreme contempt for facts as such, for in their opinion fact depends entirely on the power of man who can fabricate it.~
Hannah Arendt,* The Origins of Totalitarianism
When a majority of the populace
Believes the propaganda
Of the ruling elite
And refuses to believe the truth
Even though they can see it
With their own eyes
And hear it
With their own ears
They have reached
Herd Immunity!
Hannah Arendt, 1906-1975, was a political philosopher, author, and Holocaust survivor. Her contributions continue to influence political theorists today.
Herd was ferociously terrifying in his warrior-ware.
He is frightening whispered two women who scare.
Herd’s tattoos were fierce, his eyes were popping black.
He had a way about him that he could never take back.
People parted in fear as he strutted into a town.
They talked about his wolf kills for miles around.
I just did not see it. From were comes their fright?
I see a different man, one with a huge light.
He takes no prisoners, he is a battle machine.
Said several men, not trying to be impolite or mean.
I watched him stomp down a hill, not seeing this.
I saw him give a wink to a girl, a cute little miss.
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