hocking hills state park
walking trails and waterfalls
a weekend visit
Hello Muddah, hello Faddah,
I’m with Buddah, in Granada,
We had Christmas, in the Isthmus,
Where the misses for our kisses,
Can't resist us.
When my Buddah, wants asada,
He will never ask the mister for Posada,
If you order, enchilada,
He will belly dance for you,
And drink Horchata.
In His pleasance, for the peasants,
He will plead with Santa Claus for Christmas presents,
Rub His belly, make three wishes,
And you’ll never have to bathe,
Or wash the dishes.
If he’s hocking, Christmas stocking,
He will dress like Santa Claus to do the talking,
In the dharma, there’s no drama,
Like there is with His best friend,
The Smelly Llama.
For a long list, of Christmas-free friends,
Buddha likes to exercise by doing knee bends,
If we gotta, and we oughta,
Buddha meditates while dancing,
The Lambada.
It was open mic nite
or maybe ladies night
no matter, wasn’t my scene
so I ordered a beer and took
my seat
The show was amatuer night
for sure
everyone laughed
drum roll
curtains
left my glass with the waitress
and my tip
caught a guy out in the front lot
hocking CD’s at ten bucks a pop
says hes a musician, I should hear his stuff
its gangster rap
ten spot later
blazed down the road
not my scene
but I take
my seat
serene waterfalls
southern ohio hot spot
anytime of year
young man
hocking guitar
to get home
There was once, a woman named Rose
In briefs; she oft hankerd to pose
Hocking her food blender
She bought smalls, and suspenders'
To bounce onto a stage, i'd suppose?
They tell you what to love,
and who to hate
Their EM waves
dictate
when to have feelings of
disdain cut-rate
Callousness is the mental diss-ease
that permeates the air —
Pharaoh moans ...
toxic fumes of vapor crossbones,
they Caesar Palace dicey sell
Mood marketers
always swill toga do,
owe so pyramid scheme well
Create your con-sumer reality
with jingo slogans
as the purchase item guide
Ad hocking violent buy-products,
guaranteed to keep
your gunpowder tears dry
Sob heavy metal tales
of forged wails
is the pitchfork tongue cry
They tell you what to hate,
and who to love
Bend the knee,
profess unwavering loyalty
To the money sign satellite
passing up above
Feel free to
empty inventory please
those remote control, Mood marketers
Let the gold chain ticket stub
be the glass ceiling snub
worth of
your commercial existence
Nil grieve to
never promissory leave
the debt dole, repo soul carpetbaggers
C-ommunity
O-rder
R-ightfully
A-bates
Z-one
O-f
N-ew
P-andemic
A-s
S-hocking
C-ontagion
O-perates
Topic: Birthday of Corazon C. Pasco (April 03)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
In Hands of Rich Are A Poor Pawn
From beginning at night until dawn,
We all have become a poor pawn;
Can you imagine someone hocking,
What was in their Christmas stocking.
For auction will put up wedding rings;
Many tears to their eyes this brings;
Allowance to children no longer give;
Such a sad way they do have to live.
Congress and President play their part;
Our military at home have broken heart;
And all that they still will have left to say;
To God every night and each day do pray.
God had motivated me to prepare this;
Not a word of it will want you to miss;
In many ways you may become scared;
There are those who have never cared.
Jim Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC
Now forward this to all those who
can and will do something about
this terrible plight in our lives.
LESSON FROM CEDAR FALLS
A stream of water high above came to a rocky cliff,
Cascaded downward from the ledge, not once debating if
The flow should steer to right or left from a protrusion there,
But letting forces steer its way without a single care.
The fingers met on ledge below for one last final fall;
Into a quiet pool below they made their final call.
Their quick and separated fall was so like life, I found,
As from our lofty start we course our journey to the ground.
If we could let the Master steer and not debate the path,
The obstacles we fear the most we would so easily pass.
And just before that final drop into the pool of death
We’d see Him reach His gentle hand to catch our passing breath.
We’d make it safely to that pool of eternal rest and peace
If we would put our hand in His and all of self release.
This poem came from viewing this natural spectacle in Hocking Hills State Park, Ohio.
*Sunny at Hocking Hills, Ohio*
There he goes!
Dashing across the prairie like a hound dog
He is a lightning bolt
He is a wonder
He is my small white dog full of energy
Galloping across the tall rye grass with not a care in the world
We come here to relax and collect our thoughts
We come here to remove ourselves of the pressures of the world
A log cabin, steaks, historical movies and our dog
Sunny is the child we never had between us
There he goes!
Dancing amidst the tulips and daffodils
That was a million years ago
And now our lives are so different
Sunny craves his time away from home too
Now he goes in the back yard chasing squirrels and birds
Howling at the first hint of their arrival
He’s my little mixed breed
He’s my little thunder
Watch out animals in our yard
He is on the prowl
This incessant barking
This incessant howling
I simply open the back door and Sunny goes to town!
Gwendolen Rix
8-29-14
For turning my eyes into shallow Pacific blues,
because nobody likes Chocolate.
For transforming the freckled clusterbomb on my face,
into baby skin smoothness!
Because freckles are humanity’s alleged worst enemy
and I refuse to allow my self-confidence to stay Pro-Activ.
Thank you, Photoshop
for giving me that liposuction I ALWAYS wanted
in less than 10 minutes!
Working out is BENEATH me!
And I’m too busy dating these "5 Guys".
Thank you for bathing me in your Black & White Fountain of Youth!
60 is the used 25!
I refuse attempts in removing this fallacy
crawling under my lifted eye sockets.
My wisdom wrinkles shall stay imploded under pretentious needle.
Otherwise, I can’t continue to be fed
flirtatious appetizers by horny sheeple
and bi-curious copycats
hocking hairballs at the sight
of my airbrushed collagen lips
while they dry hump my computer generated thighs.
Their retinas grope my artificially inflated Grand Canyons
which are really only peaked valleys.
Yet, they won’t look at my defaults…
So, I thank you Photoshop
for being unable
to crop my misery.
© Drake J. Eszes
"Dedicated to those who are unable to look within themselves." -D.J.E.
Like ostriches, politicians bury their heads
While homeless, starving families go unfed
Voters see the game, know how it's played
Upheaval awaits on election day
Say what? You're not registered to vote?
Then watch those special interests gloat
They'll gather allies, give 'em poll rides
A sad kiss goodbye, Democracy's demise
With broken links in freedom's chain
Politics will stay the same
Use your brain, don't refrain
Send incumbents down the drain
Socialism's come a knocking
Don't put your freedom up for hocking
Vote with me, brother, set the ship of state rocking
Say, "We're the free world; we'll take no mocking"
*Entry for the "Politically Educated" contest
"Fill 'er up?" The attendant asked GranDad while chewing on a wad of
bacca with the remnants of spittle on his chin just after hocking one.
"Naw... just give me 10 dollars worth. That'll be good, thank ya'."
"Ok." He said, "But it's miles 'fore the next gas stop. Better think about it."
GranDad rebutted, "Naw... I just need enough to take me down the road
To da' house. It don't take me twenty minutes to get there by foot."
"She 'bout broke down anyways. Don't want to waste my cash on 'er
if she can't take me where I want to go," GranDad said with a chuckle.
"So, just give me 10 dollars. That's all she's worth."
(Written 3 days before the family van was wrecked when we put $10 of gas in it.)
You can't entice this mind of ice
leg locking , vice device stalking
full aware of the ware's your hocking
digging for gold with hook and chisel
i'll put the fizzle in your sizzle
flame you out without a doubt
i'll show you what i'm all about
Think your clever unaware of never
ain't happenin' bytch this losing endeavor
i'll pimp your pimp and then your mother
and then that pimp if he's your other
you read the wrong book now you got took
your chapter and verse will be your hearse
Slow road to lonely , just another trick cloning
the same 'ole shyt and still a phoney
money hugging , cheese grubbing
rat in disquise and o-h I dispise
the way you smile and make your play
believin' your charms will make me stay
Your just the Beast with many mask's
real strength is what you lack
you wait until I turn my back
and then attempt your lame attack
Look me in the eye you Beastly bytch
then we'll play your bait and switch
you outplayed yourself with this game your playing
now you're stuck and you'll be payin'................
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