there was a young lad from Cork named Hess
who liked to fool around with a lass named Jess
one night it was said
he forgot to wear a certain item to bed
and Jess said ugh you made a real mess
CHESS
Chess may be a game
However hard it may be
Each move critical
Similar to a real life
Seeking a mate in the end
Von Hess, she called to him as h walked
through the forest as if he were
walking through jungle. his task was to
jack the side of the shipping container
and install the fiberglass holding tank
that he forgot to bring the day
we constructed the site.Zabada, she
said I heard you are only used to
fill-in for others. He disappeared
beneath the container
doing his work: he stuck his head out
and told "her you have to start somewhere"!
She told him, this is meant to stroke your
ego, this is meant to make you understand,
i have seen you at your best and there are fewer
than a handful better than you. conscious and
semi-consciousness you have ended bout
afte bout victorious, mind you we
have spent time and money honing your craft,
don't let these people straddle you over
the harness, to acheive their own agenda! "i hear you
Honey pass me the sealant!" moments later
she heard him grunt, he than scooted from under
the container and got up, ' all things in time, babe,let's
get some relish for the saucage,i'm hungry!"
"Mein Kampf" held the clue for you and Europe
You hoped Hitler would destroy Soviet Russia, then itself
Game Theory, realpolitik, so-called political scientists say, "realism"
O how many ways we refused to help Jews - US refused refugees till 1941!
Don't hate me: these are facts of history. All Gandhi & King ask: change!
NOTE: By 1939 Mein Kampf sold over 5.2 million copies and was translated into 11 languages. Think again if you assume some of these languages were Arabic and Zulu, Sanskrit and Chinese. Hitler was in prison in 1925 for attempted putsch against the government in Bavaria, but served 9 months of his 5 year term, during which he began dictating Mein Kamof to Rudolph Hess, fellow "nazi."
Blood to heaven and blood on the post.
Severed builder's head in the oven.
Slowly cooking to a succulent roast.
Enraptured by the local witches coven.
What happens now is anyone's guess.
His body wanders angrily wanting a job.
Will he communicate with Rudolf Hess?
And delicately turn into a door knob.
Then fly high like a dodo on a rocket.
Singed **** feathers are worth the risk.
When signing the crooked wage docket.
Soon it's time to meet the alien's flying disc.
With nightmares of gaining a new head.
To become a female and wear a blouse.
Stopping only when men take him to bed.
Ending up in your grandmother's house.
Being Normal Is Boring - Broken Aeroplanes, Screwed People, Alternative Writing,:)
Jimmy Boom Semtex
It's for the best. I tell myself with hopes of improving my mental health.
Two days ago was a man with immense wealth
Like when Lauren and Marley died my eyesight has gone all fuzzy
Still no doubt in my mind you love me, Even though you cannot see,
Hear or touch me. Always know I'm thinking of you.
When you look at a conversion table and see metric ton, think of us.
I think about you Bea and the way you buzz
Taught me what is is like to be "normal" again
Touched and enamored my heart not only with your stirring unparalleled soul
Oh for you taught me how to smile and kiss, embracing the bliss
For some reason I'm pissed, so much remorse, Barely can stomach
I asked you to break up with me, through the tears you said, "I set you free". But who would I want to be with if not my beautiful Bea?
It's for the best, your can go see others, but Know I will ALWAYS be you lover..
Jake Spellman-Hess™
Christmas eve
It wasn't quite a silent night
wrapping and bows had taken flight
the girls were stirring in their bed
cause egg nogg'ed parents had made their stead
They giggled and jostled through the packing
the presents under the tree were stacking
so, if you find a miss label or two
the cat deserved the skate board blue
the dog needed the harry potter
and lil' sis could use the collared trotter
Dad needed the pink sparkly dress
Mom loves the hunting knife from Hess
Big sis loves her cat nip ball
the family needed the toy barn stall
so, practice your nicest sharing
love of course is in the pairing
the matching of the gift to you
is in the magic as nut meg flew
so, Merry Christmas to all,
and to all a good night.
-Lisa Treweek
they came in three's
as my big brother
placed a wooden plank
splitting the rushing water
from the mouth of the fire hydrants
running throughout the city
peace signs covered
the corners as human
stop signs lined roosevelt road
twelve were present in thee upperoom
there was a round table of angst
i suppose as the ice cream man
quietly strolled down
st louis ave. sirens sounded
screams and wails abounded
bull horns rang out
in front of whoopies burgers
bystanders hid on broken porches
clinging to chain linked fences
my dad filled with courage uncertainty
my white dress covered in mud soot
from the grocery stores and goldblatts
being torched we huddled hunkered down
upon hess school not far from woolworth
across from douglas park
dandelions portrayed solace
granduar beneath weeping willows
voices were fabric patterns
sewed together creating quilts
maps of freedom a calm silenced grooved
while picket lines shall not be moved
The zephyr winds hess as
Irene and Sandy proceed with vengeance
Halloween Sea witches venturing close to shore
In search of mortal men; revenge on the Eastern shores.
The course of true love never
Quite runs smooth, as the old adage goes: quote
A big Mack truck
Can get stuck good
In muck road ways.
Put on the chains
Traction gains hold
Hate rains in Spring.
It’s a mell of a hess
But I guess a
Good test of nerves.
Then I’ll get back
Wash the Mack and
then stack the chains.
End the day’s strife
See my life love,
my wife. I’m home.
There was a nice lady named Bess,
Her age not many could guess,
Because when she put on her face,
Her age did erase,
But left the bathroom a mell of a hess!
Her husband was an electrician for hire,
He sat on a generator and licked a wire,
He toathted hith tongue,
And burnt up hith bung,
And now he always thits fire!
( I'm sorry. I tried hard but could not find any moral to this story.)
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