IRAN MAKES TRUMP SORE
NOW CANADA TARIFF WAR
YOU ARE PAYING MORE
US GDP
DOWN INFLATION UP, WE SEE
TRUMP ECONOMY
BUT WE WON THIS WAR
TRUMP CONTINUES TO IMPLORE
WE ALL KNOW THE SCORE
poems this mine here else often lists
economical text much inferred
few words fewer articles prepositions conjunctions sometimes needed
rhymes or not
short but slowing fast world trick make think
visual poems stolen cummings
is new question un marked re able
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runonswhereeveryfit together
i don't know how you know
it's yours now
maybe makes much sense war
98% genocide
rev wright was right
possible not since rexulti
kill bear with ukraine cannon fodder
so iran can't stop merrikkael turning gaza
gehenna turning resort luxury hotels casinos
offshore oil rigs election want blame drumpf
but have zero credibility ever after praising president credit cards and truancy warden
go ahead watch strait hormuz raise inflation
like when merrika blew nordstream blame other monster
With the minting of the Lincoln Penny coming to its sorrowful end,
It'll now cost you a 'Nickle For Your Thoughts', my miserly friend!
Or consider the phrase 'That's My Two Cents For What It's Worth', old chum;
It'll now cost you two nickles or a dime - that's the new rule of thumb!
Alas, no more penny candy for the little tykes - forget the penny arcade;
These are just a few things that'll vex us since pennies are no longer made!
I reckon they'll have to mint more nickles to accommodate this feckless nation!
Oft', I ponder how Honest Abe would feel about 'his loss of face' and inflation!
FIVE HUNDRED NOW DEAD
IRAN BECOMES A HOT BED
NO MONEY FOR BREAD
Doctor, I'm in trouble deep,
thoughts of infinity disturb my sleep -
and the issues of our nation,
like healthcare and inflation.
The doctor said, "just be chill"
and handed me a bill.
The "you owe" figure did inflate -
in the box, a sideways 8.
From one singularity came the exploding spark,
Not yet stars, not yet light, only potential.
A field unseen, stretched taut as thought,
Holding energy like a clenched fist of time.
Expansion surged, a storm without wind,
Not matter racing, but space itself unfurled.
Faster than light, yet no law was broken—
Relativity bowed, not shattered, in awe.
Negative pressure, a repulsion profound,
Bent the equations toward infinity’s edge.
In the womb of the cosmos, space time grew,
Doubling, redoubling, in a heartbeat’s breath.
Quantum tremors, minute as dust,
Were stretched across horizons vast.
Seeds of galaxies, of suns and worlds,
Carried within fluctuations’ song.
What mystery drives the inflaton’s dream?
What hand steadied the potential’s curve?
In equations I see its fleeting ghost,
A pressure that sings of repulsive fire.
And when it ended, it left a gift:
Heat, light, matter, the chance to begin.
The hot Big Bang was its second act,
The stage prepared by a silent overture.
I wonder still if beauty was its aim,
Or only chance in quantum disguise.
Yet in its breath, the universe awoke.
Click, Clap, Ego Inflation
They sit behind the veil of screen
thinking cheating is a site unseen
each clap a cheer that was never earned
everyone laughs, for the spotlight is on
shining light on the fraudsters pen
vain deceit
ghostly stats floating in silent scorn
their own applause, no one cares
what is a Baker
if your bread is stale and unsold
your store is empty
a hollow soul
cheaters cheat, they never glow
Feeling catish this morning, surrounded by Zio lies and cheating is easier for me to see when happens elsewhere too, peace be upon you.
In an age of abundance
When every thing and thought
Is at our fingertip
What is left to discover?
As we expand and consume it all
On the back of a collective soul
What is the cost of this instant gratification
To a life once lived in full?
Hollow experience, chewed and digested
By every other
‘Til all that’s left of the true is crumbs
Only a hungry mouse in the night could find.
12/31/24
Looking towards the sky
asking God for help
we have lost sight
in the fact
that he will always provide
as the prices keep soaring
“We are the US government”
We can print out of thin air
Mister Sherman says aloud
Which should be quite a scare
But yet he says of Bitcoin
(Amazing that he can dare)
That bitcoin isn’t valuable
But created from thin air
Bitcoin has a cost to make
A cost that can’t compare
To fiat’s cheap and easy flow
Debasing the saver’s share
Thank you Mister Sherman
For making us all aware
Of your Cantillon privilege
Printing money from thin air
Study what a bitcoin costs
To make one - with work & care
And you’ll see Bitcoin’s value
Come join and get a share
Thank you Mister Sherman
For helping us to prepare
As our dollars get debased
Since they’re printed from thin air
People know the costs sky high.' In France and Britian
By and by.' 35% at least we've swallowed so far; no
Such qualms in the plan-demic, to get cash in the jar.'
Your footsloggers gov. You trundled them out with
Saucepans banging roundabout.' Was that an occult?
Nod? Owning their spirits, touting your clout.? We've
Seen it all the lies heaping up, professionals suffering
Raise a shout! balance and order; are needed no doubt.'
Yet thats not whats wanted, in the robbers lairs.'
Its control and delusions; the daily fare..its corruption
And disgrace..And there in your face..Give it up for the
Medics snd the stand they now make.'
Inflation
What’s going to become of us my dear
The cost of living’s filling me with fear
No using the cooker, it costs too much
Can’t heat our rooms up as we’ll become bust.
It’s not how I desired that we should live
How has life on earth come to such as this
Food is essential not just for pleasure
So is a warm home in the cold weather.
We're approaching the winter of our days
I had hoped we’d be well blessed for always
They do say that love keeps one warm and snug
Cold and hunger’s no recipe for love.
I vowed to love you for better or worse
But who can survive with an empty purse
We must endeavour to tighten our belts
Abstaining same as most everyone else.
I'm so lost for words of comfort sweetheart
If I could I'd stop things falling apart
They say the price we pay for love is grief
Inflation is thief of one's sleep relief.
*+*+*
10th March 2023
Pennies, nickels and dimes
no longer take up our time
Even a quarter's value falls shorter
~ no longer buys cheap valentines
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