I'm an unappreciative outsider unwilling to
bestow undeserved largesse or kudos for
sloppy "service". I express my displeasure
towards lazy incompetence; this gets me
critical complaints from dinner companions
for being "mean" to hourly workers who are
largely dependent upon gratuities from hungry
customers. I feel no obligation to reward surly
creatures I have never before encountered
nor abused. I simply want them to realize that
I will only pay for services freely rendered --
pleasant interactions with people who truly
and ably do their chosen job (they are not
indentured servants nor purchased slaves.)
They should, at least, be civil and, if not
exactly smiling, project intent to please,
to create an intentional atmosphere of
shared good humor. Let's all enjoy our
outings and be generous with the tips
we leave (when they are deserved!)
Enough said!
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Earl struts the sidewalk like a duke,
one eye on crumbs, one on the sky.
His empire: awnings, fire escapes,
the scattered largesse of mankind.
He dodges bikes with practiced grace,
a feathered diplomat of haste.
No coop could hold him—Earl’s too wise.
He knows the cost of open skies.
The city’s his. You’re just a guest.
Watch your fries. I do not jest.
The Puritans were persecuted for expressing their belief
These Dissenters in the New World worshiped, such divinely blessed relief
For the largesse of Native Peoples, on pheasant, squash, corn and beans they dined
As we fondly recall the first Thanksgiving, warmth and generosity come to mind
Yet these Pilgrims allowed no religious dissent
voice disagreement and poof! off you went
They erected their churches with iconic white steeples
As they turned on their new friends as savage peoples
But I shall file this unsavory history away
And thank my lucky stars for this most pleasant day
I am also thankful for kind folks I’ve known, both passed and living
As I wish all of you a genuinely happy Thanksgiving
mauve to indigo
sweetened by nature's largesse ~
mockingbird mayhem
(June Full Moon – Haida)
Why worry about what the future brings?
Tomorrow's just another day, they say,
No need to pout, and pule, and pine away.
Instead, I'll relish this day's offerings,
Anticipate tomorrow's profferings,
And strive to keep all gloomy thoughts at bay,
And let the future bring me come what may.
With fortitude I'll weather fortune's stings.
I may not always know the world's largesse,
But sure's the sun keeps rising and setting,
And sure's the world continues its spinning,
Worry is no way out of hopelessness.
A chance to renew, the past forgetting,
Each day's reward is a new beginning.
Author's note: I'm not by nature a worrier, but I do try to build on the past and plan for the future.
Its sun is brilliant bright and bonny bold,
a lustrous light, largesse in satin sheen.
Intake of breath sensory manifold,
for a warm, welcoming autumnal scene.
Aurora-colored leaves paint the timber
where mountaintops all dress in ermine capes.
Watch crimson clover wave its arms limber
and mighty pines show off their slender shapes.
Delight in unique season's sights and smells,
wintersweet, artic polemonium.
Rejoice in grandeur of the season's spells.
It’s all pumpkin spice pandemonium.
For all God's tireless efforts let us praise
with appreciative heart and voice upraise.
Each year the ghost of past Falls’ returns
bringing its simple—but wondrous—treasures.
Turning the world to harmonious earthy hues.
Ardent amber, golden orange, warm browns of
walnut, spicy toffee, biscuit, bronze, russet reds.
Autumn’s brisk light dances on orchards blessing abundant harvests.
Cinnamon, pumpkin, ginger, pecan and persimmon.
September skies expectant for the change as
radiant woodlands pivot to leafy, lulled, silent shadows.
Faded fallen, fluttering leaves, crisp crunchy, mottled pathways.
Lost glorious largesse.
In the inevitable passing of seasons — this velvet, vibrant
vivid — Autumn is treasured most.
Stretched out on wing of weariness,
The total collapse of the flesh.
Arms and legs, limp and pitiless.
The world’s escarpments hurt..enmesh.
Come to me, says the one buried…
Who rose from the grave. Likewise grim,
With heaviness, her soul carried
To the foot of the cross…to Him.
The death bed’s a feather, so white.
Her guardian angel plucked from
her largesse…quintessence takes flight.
To heavy hearted, He says Come.
Decomposing in shallow grave,
But not so the soul…it is brave.
I went to a museum Saturday
enjoying art with daughter, friend, and wife.
It was our daughter's 30th birthday-
a lovely way to celebrate her life!
Then clouds descended on our afternoon.
Discovering, returning to my car
some driver turned the corner far too soon
and mashed my fender, leaving a black scar.
But, lest the hit-and-run scar irritate,
two witnesses displaying kindness, wrote
the color, model, make, and license plate,
and left it on my windshield as a note.
Discouraged by one driver's thoughtlessness
Encouraged by two witnesses' largesse.
written 3 Apr 2023
“Tomorrow, a World Away”
what whence did I stray
from the gullibility
of wanton poetry
a sign above
smallness
wired
to the largesse
of it
all
insanity
buries its head
in my bosom
heart cries,
tomorrow!
what do you know?
it’s a world away...
(LadyLabyrinth/2022)
"The Bardo"/ Laurie Anderson
https://youtu.be/pA9q6uwcBio
“Utopia” / Goldfrapp
https://youtu.be/QUB7e3BtnvU
I am all for cremation.
Love it (the idea of it all)…
cremation it is!
ashes released to a breeze
(not interred into some cavity of a wall,
like a nagging, painful, loose filling);
ashes
released
into a breeze,
balmy,
or freezing full of life,
that carries it
into the nostrils
and bodies
of the gorgeously unsuspecting,
eventually infecting their minds
in ways they are totally unaware of,
yet magic still remains.
Excuse me, please, if I am not impressed
By the unnecessary barb shot at another,
By plain rudeness and blatant snarkiness
Especially aimed at my sister or brother.
I’m totally turned off by a nasty attitude
Or overbearing and narcissistic behavior,
On the other hand, I’m all for pulchritude.
Yeah, I like beauty in all forms and flavors.
Then, those people who feel entitled,
Living off the largesse they did not earn
Whose arrogance goes about unbridled
I doubt those ne’er-do-wells will ever learn.
Yep, these folks, they simply turn me off
I don’t care to be around their kind,
I know, I know, some of them will scoff
But, as for me, they won’t change my mind.
Written June 1, 2022
Haughty Nation
“They crap in our forest”, a young man yelled
the Roma people had pitched a tent near the woods
where people of this tolerant nation go hunting.
They came here the people from afar to seek work
but are usually met with contempt and mistrust.
They came in the hope of getting a share
in this nations’ largesse, but ran into racism
unbecoming pride like it was their cleverness
that brought up oil from the bottom of the sea.
Now, instead of being unassuming, they became
reactionaries giving pompous advice to less
fortunate countries.
“They crap in our forest”, nourishing an imbecilic
nation, that due to undeserved riches has lost
contact with reality and a kind- heart- ness.
sappy valentine
brown-eyed largesse broke my heart
a little, too much—
godspeed ahead…my sailor
celebrates the day we met
February 2022
David and I met 42 years ago on Valentine’s Day
in Navy “A” school. He brought me to see the
submarine trainer - awooga awooga (or gaga for short ;)
Pushing cascades crest bastion, stomach lost
Largesse spread wafts orange blossom bridal
Bestows clouds let go to marshmallow moss
Fearless flight crinoline crash vertical
In gospel gothic deep chasm, drunk mink swims
Stirring fate, bleeding tea leaves bewilder
Leather gil quiver, loaded to the brim
Goddess mink Milda, silk coat cylinder
Poison spore auburn myrrh lassoo arrows
Immune audine preened, unwitting Otto
Seduced by sadist, dart sought embargo
Incapacitated poderoso
Discharged firearm, struck futile, fratenised
Love liege embalms gun powder, satisfied
Ninth February
Hijacked by
Milda Audine
The famous Peter Paul Rubens
saw life through many a lens
Painter,diplomat scholar&also in business
so Altar pieces painted with largesse
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