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I did not have sexual relations I swore
but my mouth organ she was just askin’ for.
No one played like Monica
and she loved a good cigar
but now she won’t blow my nut sax anymore!
All my interns played it for me I confess
and with me pass an act of sexual congress.
That woman, Miss Lewinsky,
sure stained my Presidency
but Holy BJ, I sure stained her blue dress!
Written: July 2016
Are there lazy guys in The White House?
Let’s pick your loudest ‘’ Yes’’ or ‘’No’’
And could they World Peace Moves a bit douse
I would wait for a ‘’ Speak on’’ or ‘’ Go.’’
For the first, Russians could one serve ‘’ Yes,’’
For the second ‘’Simply forget it;’’
From North Korea ‘’ Madness to just guess,’’
For the second, Moods worse than Snake Pit;
Israel could suspect You, and Question
Like the Pharisee did the Christian;
To Terrorists ‘’ You’ve got just The Time,’
As they keep searching for bombs to time!
Terrorists would Peace steal like a mouse
But US Gun Laws don’t make it grow;
If laze around Interns White House
The Preventable like Rivers flow!
I gathered: owns Busiest Tables
Along tagging with Smartest Cables:
Then each has signed for schedules quite tight;
To dither about could never be right…
(This poem does not conform to some countries only to those that do)
It seems we have become a civilized lot
With bewildering laws to protect everyone,
Although having taken away common sense
To historics in society, we’ve lost the plot.
When in these days where wrong is put to right
With an insincere tear and one solitary word,
And social care for everyone and those monsters
Whom with evil intent take a life or more and skite.
The law an A*s when truth proven beyond doubt
Thanks to the intervention of modern forensics,
Only for loopholes to make the lawyers rich
Easier than water rushing down the spout.
The worst scenario for those that delve in death
A life sentence of fifteen to twenty-five years,
Many to fake remorse and forgiveness
Create pity on social media with every breath.
Early release on parole another lawyer’s feat
The interns leave refreshed and in better shape,
Than those without sin they’ll likely pass by
Asleep under stark conditions upon the street.
© Harry J Horsman 2021
(A Geometrical Metaphor)
There are circles that float inside circles it seems
Some have bounds set by breadth of their radial dreams,
Forms concentric though mavericks spin like they’re free,
Two-dimensional dreamers, is that liberty?
There are circles that live both in Sets, some apart
That have alternate planes of existence quite skewed!
But can vanity’s font be a part of true art?
Or is universe too more a sphere God debuted,
(First a circle He spun from the plane of its birth)
And not flat as humanity once pictured earth?
Does Big Bang have a shape human mind's born to grok,
Though our ground of existence is stardust, now rock.
Can grown men come full circle whose faith's not profound,
Don't reciprocate feelings of humble interns?
What top spins on its axis that won't come unwound,
Do we exercise minds if we never get burns?
Brian Johnston
29th of March 2019
We all knew what to do, and so we told them.
They were angry and stuck their tongues out.
So we tried reverse psychology.
They saw through it, and hit us with sticks.
We thought we knew best.
After all, we have lived longer.
We have seen more stuff, right?
So we tried ordering them about.
They chased us down the street with bats.
And bully clubs, and brass knuckles.
We hid in a shed, and bragged about being old school.
They were outside, begging us to come out.
Interns, and mentees, and student teachers of today are tough.
Many already set in their ways, and they know more than us already.
They truthfully do not want our old-goat opinions. They are going to fix things their way.
We dug our tunnel as quietly as possible, hoping to slip past them in a few hours.
I am staring at a three foot bag full of brand new baby stuff, put together for a baby boy, who has most probably outgrown all the clothing in that shiny blue bag.
He was born three months ago.
I had been trying to get this bag to his mother for the past eight months, but every time we were supposed to meet she would text me thirty-minutes ahead of time to say
“Not today.”
Her excuses were:
I am too sad,
Too tired,
Too distressed,
Too worried,
Too exhausted,
Too depressed,
Or too something else.
She never called me.
All cut-off communication has been text.
I have called her, but she does not answer.
She was one of my brightest counseling interns, and I was devastated when she quit counseling.
Now I am re-thinking that devastation.
But I am praying for that darling baby boy.
He is adorable.
She has not spoken to me, but she did text a photo.
Too bad both of the pregnant teachers at school this year are having girls.
FORGOT HOW MUCH I LOVED SCRUBS
tears roll in big drops, as the credits roll.
dressed up in tailored suits, friends
comfort a doctor dealing with death.
~
first act, he insults, doesn’t care,
drops sarcasm like a sarcophagus.
stabs interns with his relentless words.
but they wear their comradery-uniform,
bordering him left to right and behind.
one hand on each shoulder.
and he lets them take care of him,
allows his sarcasm a reprieve,
wholly-enveloped in tears for
his sidekick-brother,
a chapter forever closed
in a flowering coffin -
an uncle his child would never meet.
~
tears roll in big drops, as the credits roll.
dressed up in tailored suits, friends
comfort a doctor dealing with death.
10/21/2017
III.
Enrique believed in the candidate Jones,
who championed causes he favored.
He signed up to help the man’s campaign,
for a new tomorrow he labored.
It was hard work, the calls and the shouts
of the other side, so coldly 'fascist.'
But Enrique kept on pushing, it had to be done,
they’d get no better chance than this.
Against all the odds, Jones won by a hair,
and the drinks were poured at his HQ.
Enrique toasted to a better world,
proclaiming ‘the fascists’ were through!
When Senator Jones moved to Washington DC
Enrique waited to see the change come.
But months went by and he heard nothing,
no spoils of the victory hard won.
He e-mailed often to learn of progress,
but form letters were all Jones returned.
Then two months in Jone’s went back on
a big promise, and Enrique felt burned.
It only got worse as the weeks went on,
Jones seemed content to walk Washington’s scene
He went to the right parties, diddled the interns,
and forgot all about strong words of dreams.
Enrique fumed, and spoke of betrayal,
but his girlfriend said,”They’re all the same.
Politicians are addicts to power and illusion,
Human nature, it just doesn’t change.”
Faraway, across a widening
Expanse of vacant fields,
Dawns slated light is gradually
Awaking;
And too soon new Morn's stilled
Indifference
Determinedly steals
Into the abstractions of my fitful
Dreams,
Where, deeply concealed,
Many forgotten memories from days
Since past -
Ne'er once unto me unworthy...
Although long be they in their
Forsaking.
Those languid days, that, lately,
I quite often see and hear
Crowding throughout my wandering
Slumbers;
Vivid recollections, interns of a
Jumbled mind - for ages absent,
Beginning now to inexplicably reappear;
Insistent murmurings troubling -
Troubling incessantly:-
Unwelcomed guests from
Yesteryear...
Strange impositions, of a sorts,
Burdening upon this weary soul,
Which, encamped within my
Dampened Spirits -
Doth so unwittingly encumber!
Trumpelstiltskin is a fairy tale
not written by the Brothers Grimm.
It’s written every day by Fox and CNN.
America hears it every hour
and half the nation loves it
but the other half hates it.
Let’s remember though
we Americans will never know
what might have been.
Had the vote gone otherwise
Bill would be in the White House
and all the interns on the run.
Private server Huma would be
grilling wieners for the press.
Golly Gee, you say, that sounds
like a lot of fun.
For Fox and CNN, yes.
Not so Hillarious for us.
Donal Mahoney
So
it was
that I recalled my physiological reaction
to the attending physician
who along with a group
of medical students accompanying
him on his daily rounds had
gathered around the foot
of my bed and he seemed to be asking
a lot of questions
to the students while
at the same time he was
physically examining me.
He asked me how I was doing so I told him,
" I'm doing okay".
Then I show him the toe. He looks at it and then asks the students to examine what appears to be some abnormality apparently.
This digit
at the end of my foot
was covered by a group
of students and some uninvited spore producing organisms
which apparently feed
on organic matter like the tip
of a toe nail.
Together the group looked at the nail one by one then stepped away until
the next student and then the next
managed to see for themselves.
Then the physician inquired to the interns "Is it the type found on the skin or the type found on the nail? He told the students it's medical name, "onychomycosis".
He looked at the toe once again before he moved on his brief inauspicious statement summarized the big picture.
"Interesting".
Grace finesse well in words that show,
Reap that ground swell where joy just flows,
Ask now to dwell with peace that glows.
Trust firms the will as work now churns,
Inch by inch feel the voice that turns,
Touch a fond thrill where love interns.
Urge sets a poise where wit can pun,
Do wear a voice for the long run,
Edge follows choice in exact fun.
Note the sure ways of balance here,
Opt then clear say that anchor cheer,
Wear then this day a good heart dear.
Leon Enriquez
01 August 2015
Singapore
Dream within dream in paradox;
Ever in-sync with such foibles;
Attract a theme out of the box;
Trust hope to link toilsome troubles;
Here for a while with fear and dread.
Linger to dance a hurried stage;
Insipid style that feels afraid;
Bluff takes a chance to live this page;
Express a mood that juggles near;
Roar with sure fright as pain interns;
Awake to good thar sells things dear;
Touch picks a fight as fool discerns;
End comes around with harsh drama;
See dying ground our vain schemas.
Leon Enriquez
04 July 2014
Singapore
Why can’t politicians
Keep their privates in their pants?
It seems they whip ‘em out
The minute that they have a chance!
They knock up all the household help,
Force interns to their knees;
Attack the maids and misbehave
To varying degrees.
A female who’s in politics
Lets common sense prevail,
Then doesn’t have to claim
She’s on the Appalachian trail.
A word of caution to the males –
Nobody likes a skipper
Who keeps one hand upon the helm,
The other on his zipper!
Ilene Bauer (http://primetimerhyme.blogspot.com)
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