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Ah! There is nothing, nothing that adds to a gentleman's persona,
Like that of fashionably sporting and puffing a five-dollar Corona!
With a cigar in his jowls, he can socialize with disdainful pretense!
Clad in his ten-dollar Goodwill suit, he exudes tawdry opulence!
What better way at the end of a sumptuous repast,
And after the snifters of brandy have been passed,
Than to light up an aromatic Presidente' with the fellows,
All puffing to keep the fire lit as a farrier does with his bellows!
The king on his throne and the bum in his shack enjoy equal pleasure,
Each puffing his favorite stogie, blissful beyond all measure!
I'm told that even some ladies enjoy a puff now and then.
I tip my fedora to them for they are braver than some men!
The aroma of my Panetella clings to everything in the house,
And that doesn't foster good relations with my loving spouse!
She admonishes me about that constantly as she stifles a choke,
And it aggravates her to see good money going up in smoke!
For decades I have enjoyed the pleasure of a fine cigar.
Never mind that doc says my lungs are filled with tar!
He's written an apt epitaph when my existence becomes moot:
"Here smolders this old galoot! He's puffed his final Cheroot!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
COVID-19 does not care what you have or don’t have, where you come from, or how long you been here. It only exploits our vulnerabilities as human beings.
It kills the rich and poor, old or young
Black or white, red or yellow, whatever.
It penetrates, separates, aggravates, intimidates,
It is a virus that doesn’t care who you are or what you do,
It is contagious, spread throughout the world,
Like a boomerang return to its form,
It spread doubt and unbelief.
COVID-19 is a weapon of mass destruction,
Damaging everything in its sights.
But you and I will fight its bites,
With all our might,
Through what God has promise…
“No weapon that is formed
Against you shall prosper,
And every tongue that shall rise
Against you in judgment,
You shall condemn.
This is the heritage of the
Servants of the LORD,
And their vindication is from Me,
Says the LORD.”
I'm addicted to you and there's nothing I can do
No matter how hard I try to leave
I end up coming back to you
You've been there through my struggles
You've been there through the pain
I never knew my father
And my mother was far away
No one knows what I've been through
No one knows my story
But whenever I got tangled up
You're the one that kept me company
When I need you the most you do what's best for me
But when morning comes all my problems submerge me
You're like a virus that's planted deep inside my brain
I try to pull it out but it only aggravates the pain
I look you in the eyes I keep begging you to leave
You look right back at me and say laissez-moi tranquille
The more I try to let you go the harder it becomes
I regret the day I picked you up
You stupid bottle or rum
Traveling can be a pain,
Particularly on a plane.
You plan, you pack, you park, you wait
Until you find the proper gate.
You clutch ID and boarding pass
Then zigzag through the lines en masse,
Removing coats and belts and shoes
And pray you're not the one they choose...
A "random" check - you're patted down
By someone surly, with a frown
That's meant to let you know she's pissed
'Cause you might be a terrorist.
You make it through and grab your stuff
And find a seat. There aren't enough
So some folks stand 'til they announce
The boarding call; all flyers pounce.
The goal's to make it so your case
Will squeeze into a vacant space
And then you sit, your legs all squished -
Not quite as stress-free as you'd wished.
And yet - some time away awaits,
Well-worth whatever aggravates.
A change of scene, some treats to find
And all the humdrum left behind.
This little break is like a gift;
Your spirits get a needed lift.
The days will pass, the time will fly
And soon again, you'll surf the sky.
My husband is in many ways the opposite of me.
Were he to make a left turn along a route, I’d go right inevitably.
Astrologically, he’s emotional (double water) but I’m a stable triple earth.
He rarely laughs, not even at a comic’s show, while I enjoy mirth.
As time went on, I realized he really was a nut.
Had he been a shoe, he’d be a heavy boot, always kicking butt.
Impatient, tactless, rude and often feeling out of joint,
he handcuffed himself to an official’s chair just to make a point.
A self-made gung-ho contractor within years he became.
But being accident prone, himself he often would maim.
Jack-hammered his own foot, fell two stories off a roof,
nearly removed his thumb with a saw (to give you a little proof).
He yelled a lot, got scammed, got stabbed, and had a nervous breakdown,
but he’s not the type of man to easily go down.
He learned to recognize the damage done to himself and his brother
from being raised and controlled by a narcissistic mother.
Once he got on pills for anxiety and depression,
the second half of our married years saw great lessening of aggression.
He worked a bit as a bounty hunter when building got too slow
and drove trucks long-distance too. Over half the states he’d go.
He aggravates me even now, but he’s much more mellow.
He’s loyal and never could be accused by someone as acting yellow.
Though physically afflicted, we’re both at ease with one another today.
And if he were a shoe, he’d be an old worn slipper - tough boot tucked away.
Death-like phantom, pathos, so dusk dark, seems to be calling,
Though not dry, like autumn leaves, in dreams, I feel like falling;
Where do all these illusions, like morning mushrooms, spring from?
Where do illnesses, like termites in weaker wood, fast germ?
Pathos peeps from the soul, like a mouse from a filthy hole,
Scrolls, like krait, bites, pouring within pure poison bowl;
Though not willing, owing impulse, I get so fast succumb,
Like a knave, forgotten his true self, I go madly numb.
Pathos casts my directions like the rudder in a ship,
From optimism to pessimism it changes fast the trip;
Finding feeble before the goals like Parkinson it shakes,
Like a kite whose thread is broken, it falls and licks dust flakes.
Anguish aggravates pathos; causing pains anonymous,
Humanity and the surroundings increase emptiness;
Fear, distress, panic... all get imported by the same boat,
Life turns into a den of devils of deviant gloat...
Pathos, as though fallen in a deep well, seeks sympathy,
Pity, anger, honey-flowing words, and wants empathy;
Positive thinking, prayerful living, and divine depth,
Pave the way to pass from pathos to existential breadth!
25 September 2021
''P'' Contest, New or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
1 November 2024 5:23 Pm
In the cold dark of night when hidden is the light
I sink into my mind and slowly loose my sight
My eyes reopen in a world out of time
The past the present the future all at once mixed out of line
I can not comprehend what it meant or should mean
Emotions surrounding me as my soul tries to scream
My scream sounds like laughter my anger feels like tears
Seconds, days, minutes, years all tormentous joys and fears
Roll over and over under my cover
My blanket becomes a field of clover
My enemy loves me, my lover hates me
Chaos is the order and reason aggravates me
Do I dream as I sleep these horrors and grief
Or is the dream my life and my life my relief
What is real and what is not
This world has us programmed and put on a spot
YESHUA help us and shorten the time
Before the time becomes the end of this rhyme
Judgment
I read that a court of law renders judgments in legal matters.
Whether these judgments are arbitrated for the good of all or harbingers of evil.
As a Species, we make judgments on others based on what we experience and believe. Sometimes the judgements we make are in error and we seek why?
But what is the driving force of erroneous judgments?
Is it emotional fear which aggravates our judgement and creates more fear?
Those who are infected with this vicious cycle only believe that controlling others will they be safe, but they are not.
Emotional erroneous judgments are not based on logical process.
They will use this false judgement to divide others into manageable groups.
This is a fallacy.
It will only lead to the enslavement of the groups that are divided, however, those who enslave others are too enslaved.
Think bodyguards and restrictive movements based on animosity of the slaves.
Breaking this viciousness requires us to Love our enemies.
Show them that this love we have will free them from this bondage and free all into a more loving community.
As a united people across this world we will do wonders with the help of God.
-DI Greener
This is a fourteen point check list
For when you buy a car
First question you should ask
Does it have full service history or part
The next important question
Has the Cam belt ever been changed
And do you have any receipts
To show me when it was arranged
Check for codes and errors
Held in the ECU
It may be clean and tidy
But they might be hiding a few
Now check that clutch
For usual wear and tear
Is it riding at the top
If so you should be aware
Check the oil, fuel and water
For any kind of leaks
Cause this could cost more money
And leave your pockets empty
Check all the fluid levels
Make sure there all topped up
It’s a sign that it’s been looked after
By the seller you’re buying it off
An early head gasket failure
Could cost more than the car is worth
So open up that oil cap
And check for creamy stuff
Listen to that engine
Make sure there’s no strange tunes
Check that steering properly
The brakes and all the tubes
Listen for failed wheel bearings
You will hear a whirling noise
If one of these is wearing
It aggravates and annoys
Check for too much smoke
And the exhaust while you can
Because MOT emissions
Are getting stricter with their plans
Have a visual check of course
Of the outside of the motor
Last but least test all the lights
And never let them chauffeur
Take a friend or mechanic
And look for signs of damage
Be wise and look up a guiding price
Make sure the vehicles within those sights
Hpi check is always satisfation
It may cost you a little more
But its very instant action
© Copyright KC.Leake
2nd October 2015
All rights Reserved
While rummaging, mining,
and distilling me gray matter,
stoking mentality activates
oft time surprising me,
where unexpected novel
cognizance never abates,
I experienced becoming
linkedin with cosmic fates,
sans collective unconscious
soul of the universe,
and chanced to espy,
(albeit only a trimmed speck),
the spirit of William Butler Yeats
considered one of the foremost figures
of 20th-century literature,
where elan suddenly accelerates
though immediately abruptly stops
dead still in figurative tracks
utter disbelief accompanied
by shell shocked shyness accentuates
to remain stock still
suddenly feeling inadequate, inferior
immovable, insignificant...self doubt actuates
internal tussle, while
wise counsel within adjudicates
unable to convincingly
brush off devil's advocates,
which in no way, shape or form
successfully bolsters cockamamie idea,
floats and navigates fan to see, alternates
with bold prospect an emotional
paralysis immediately aggravates
anxiety as cowardice accumulates,
nonetheless pesky needling aggregates
maximizing far fetched optical illusion,
despite what must be hallucination,
this laughable wordsmith appreciates,
though many wildest dreams of mine defy
explanation, a feeble attempt articulates,
how dreamlike hypnotic stance captivates,
thru cosmic haze quantum matter assimilates
aura, charisma, enigma
rippling ethereal tore'n shroud
sensing, nursing, imbibing...
indecisiveness capitulates
wavering seduced mooring
temptation assertively celebrates
nonpareil genius among pantheon,
whose Eire rush grandeur circulates
thru time and space infiltrates
stimulating within mine off kilter crown,
where reverence circulates,
for long deceased Irish poet laureate,
his unseen presence amalgamates
vibrant tendrils of late
August author's grandeur effectively percolates
within and illuminates me with inspiration.