The old ones can sense the coming bloody storm.
Rat racers are busy building their own honeycombs.
Hatchlings are terminally distracted, pecking away at their phones.
I've decided to detach from modern times.
I'm turning medieval, battle-axe by my side.
No more free soloing mountain ranges of burning lies.
Got sick of navigating slick souls and licking deep $hit.
Being over-enticed by life's lederhosen and cherry lips.
That doesn't mean that I'm not in the game.
I'll just be watching the maelstrom from far, far away.
Sabashtain Berlusconi made his
Presence Known
the Chant of
Pactolus the Magnificent
roar every where
He wore the strap of Honor
from
the Pergerus of Digulance'
the sacred beast of the fields
and the Gold from the
Pactolus.
He is said to
be the Uncrowned Champion
of Champions.
he spoke..1<(p/2n)<2
but 1 ( none is Greater!)
He proclaimed him
to be Greatest and Non Greater!
all other are meant to
deceive and are fraudulent
He spoke his male competitors as Undeserving
and there female interest as Strumpetious Elemento!
"Only i am authentic!"
"Only I am Authentic!"
all while Aulos and Oud
chanted pactolus the Magnificent
Hail Pactolus!
It’s the time of the year for Oktoberfest,
The nip in the air, the leaves skittering about
A fall festival that rates among the year’s best.
Custom beers and homemade pretzels to test
While giving to German heritage a shout-out,
It’s the time of the year for Oktoberfest.
This year an accordion band will be the guest
Entertaining with polkas and customary shouts,
A fall festival that rates among the year’s best.
Plenty of toasts are offered with appropriate jest
There’ll be a “last man standing” boxing bout,
It’s the time of the year for Oktoberfest.
All the young children will be suitably dressed
In lederhosen and Janker, while eating their kraut
A fall festival that rates among the year’s best.
All the activities are characterized by their zest
Participants will have clean fun, without a doubt,
It’s the time of the year for Oktoberfest --
A fall festival that rates among the year’s best.
Written October 16, 2022
My life slowly passes before my eyes
As time for me draws slowly to a close
I see us in our younger years with sighs,
I wore lederhosen, you wore nylon hose.
written July 7, 2021
The split level blinks
at Chestnut End under
twilight's tremble, ripping me,
the oily menhaden bait,
from the under boot
The Chestnut dwellers bold
interrogative flushes him down
then plunges-up the flotsam
village scrawler
the way you talk
to a blooming night blooming
to a blow-fish blown unsuspecting
of the scuttle, skating the wake away
The insomniacs billow from
their raged ranches, wisely,
and after supper, tumbling
the trickster tumbledowning
the scrawler, the baitster
dip-fished in his own inkwell.
Ripped and chipped
in my underbrush
I hunker down loading
the mossy mossbunkers
inside my spitball.
Kicking, winding up
tumbling down madly aiming
for the ramshackle fence,
escaping once again
in my handsome
lederhosen.
Stopped at an Oktoberfest
Just to catch the scene -
Big steins of beer, a German band,
Appropriate cuisine.
Some lederhosen wearers
Did compete at beanbag toss,
Then swigged their pilsners cheerfully
With every win or loss.
The port-a-potties waited
With a needed job to fill,
For after every jumbo stein,
I guess you know the drill.
We only stayed a while
On this bright day in Oktober
For I think it would be much more fun
To patrons not quite sober.
From Lederhosen
a monster chosen
Whose Reich is damned
—gas slaughtered lambs
The eagle rises
truth despises
A country shamed
—those quiet blamed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
MANNERS MEAN IN FOOD FIGHT
Atrocious manners - crunching baby ruth.
Will q’s in alphabet soup help to soothe?
I throw some peas in shepherd pies,
of those poor lederhosen guys.
Can you digest peas and q’s, tell the truth!
12/24/2017
Viv Wigley’s Food Fight Contest
Baby Ruth is a candy bar
P’s and Q’s we are told to mind. Mind our manners, that is.
Vass Mack doo im denn lederhosen? Vass Mack doo im den bett? So feeler loiter imm denn arbent. Frei frei drey. Skipping in a motorway cafe. Surfing in a lane. Motels full of moo. And moisture derived from a plant. Oh great leaf of leaves. How wonderful. How explosive and erotic the Zen like military precision of a tampered live performance and a jeopardy swung with an iron rope. Wielding an axe then. In a sub continent a prawn sunbathes only at left angles to the sun. Whilst the world sleeps. A fish claps. A wave sings. And a moon laughs. Sin in the bin then. Singing an aria to the trumpeting swans who swarm many metres above this globe. Canopy. Cacti. Call. Cakes. Calligraphy. Can. Ice tray flake not on a boom zoom board as the radiation leaks in a circular circulating pattern. 5.6 zebras. Xxxxxxx ha and I will have a dainty cup in the garden ball with all the ornaments. Xxxxx
Sunshine turned to cold sleet
Palm trees froze in place
Tourists walked down white streets.
to shop for hats and boots
Beach boys left the beaches;
Surfboards were turned to sleds.
Rather than surfing waves
they slid down Diamond Head.
No more graceful hula;
grass skirts became passé.
Dressed in lederhosen,
slap-polka was the rage.
Don Ho found a new song
to thrill his many fans
‘Tiny toddies,’ every-
one, makes us all feel warm.
Suzanne Delaney
Praise to the beautiful mountains and lakes,
The humble log abode that provides a home,
Where the parents and children of Austria live.
The wooden table where they sit and dine,
Delicious foods prepared, freshly baked bread,
Cheeses and cakes and cookies,
Dinners cooked to perfection,
The bright dirndls the women wear,
And the lederhosen worn by the men,
Evenings of good music and singing,
An exquisite destiny to visit again.
Author:Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
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