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stubbed toe / during a broken heart—
you said pain is pain, offered to kiss both.
we nursed the plot of a favorite episode,
argued over what constituted foreshadowing.
talking to you about the view was mostly talking to myself;
you liked cliffs, I liked what they overlooked.
on vacation with the lube,
you forgot to pack anything else.
we ate wasabi from the tube like astronauts.
being vegan, you protested animal rights
while wearing leather—not ironically.
I said nothing, ate a pork bun in your honor.
alive with wanting, horny as new hormones,
we ordered room service, slept instead,
called that a success.
our fifties came early—
you there before me, always a decade ahead
in age, on trends, with grief.
neither of us knowing we’d need
a language for this back then.
The sonorous voice of God startled Noah many eons ago,
Saying, "My boy, I have a job which upon you I must bestow."
"Why me, Lord? I'm six-hundred years old, I'm no young pup!"
"Never mind!" roared God. "Here's the deal, now listen up!"
"I labored long and hard for six days working on Creation!
The people are corrupt and have become an abomination!
Your challenge is to build a boat to help clean up the mess,
And gather pairs of every creature roaming the wilderness!"
"It will continue to rain for forty days and forty nights.
Waters will rise, floating the boat to mountainous heights.
After one hundred and fifty days the waters will recede.
You, your family and the creatures will be saved as we agreed!"
"But, Lord, you have no idea of the problems I'll face down here!
For example, I know the animal rights people will be hovering near,
And the regulations that OSHA will create is anybody's guess!
I'm no ship-wright! This whole venture just adds to my distress!"
"Don't argue with Me!" he raged, "In you I have the utmost trust.
Your kids can help you, they are healthy and robust!"
So Noah and company did the job with gopher wood and sledge,
And God created the rainbow to remind us of His pledge!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
At the famous Folies Bergère
all the dancing girls fell sick
No one to entertain the tourists
who wouldn’t get to see high kicks
The manager of the venue
thought so long and very hard
He unchained the dancing bears
that lived in the tiny back yard
They went through their routine
since they’d not performed in years
They were absolutely step perfect
the manager was moved to tears
The polar bear and brown bears
became a massive hit on stage
All the dancing girls got sacked
dancing bears were all the rage!
But the animal rights campaigners
set up petitions on a Facebook group
It was deemed that the act was cruel
and disbanded the dancing bear troop
The high kicking girls were re employed
See them can can the whole night through
The dancing bears are now retired
They’ll end their days in the local zoo
Bring on the dancing bears contest
Sponsored by John Lawless
3/18/19
Turkeys~A Love Story
Ah! Realizing his end was near,
Tom Turkey went out hunting for a little dear.
He found her, and a hot number, she!!
It was love at first sight, under a
gorgeous pine tree.
They studied God's heavens and the scented
tall pines.
"Hen turkey, you are mine....all mine."
Barely had he said these words,
when he realized into the woods they must hide.
Trembling under low bushes and trees, gobbling
softly, too.
Dreaming they'd be spared not end up turkey stew.
Two defenders of animal rights found the two, hiding.
"Fear not, we will save you from your end.
Come now, our truck is around this bend."
With gratitude and joy they followed.
Knowing on Thanksgiving they would not be killed,
cooked and by human teeth, gnarled.
They lived as pets for many years.
(Did you know turkeys loved to be
petted?)
Tom and Hen had many little ones, too.
Their progeny will not be eaten by
anyone. They are loved and cherished till
this very day.
By that loving couple who whisked their
parents...,,,,
fFrom death's door,safe, loved and away!
November 26, 2019
Form:
There's A Pedophile In The House...
(ah...ah...ah...ham eye white...???)
OMG,... and he looks...
SAY WHAT??? just like me???,...
absolutely NO WAY!!!,
would this sensitive,
respectful, "FAKE" veejay
quiet-natured, mindful,
loving, kind, underplay
justice invoking, hew today
mainly, gentle, friendly, "I say"
enlightened, democratic chap redisplay
any besotted abominable,
blamable, culpable, quay
esse chin hubble
despicable, execrable prey
dot door formidable,
inhospitable...overplay
ying faux indulgent,
NOR be mistaken
to assay, betray, convey,
display, expressway more fay
writ his'm to
gainsay hearsay, inveigh
jaw dropping "FAKE"
yuge weak accusations
(by a long shot), sans
basket of conspiring deplorables
attempting to assassinate
bigly believe me tubby "stupid"
winning loser to berate,
who doth unequivocally create
mine substantial vocabulary rumor,
versus 4th grade reading level
trumpeting librettist - thee great
test Don Quixote
(as falsely sung with hate
full sotto voce), and ramped up
as ill suited mate
a minus [sic] zero moron,
which doth hapt
tubby incredibly tremendous
disservice to bona fide classy idiots
with a lot of money
(like the millions and billions
of my golfing confrères)
given bent iron golf clubs
used by crooked Hillary,
when former Secretary of State
ideal for Putin on the Ritz
by far less exciting, with
Bill Clinton's flirtatious flits
trained pudenda purse
sin null property
of intern (NO FALLACY)
topped as southern delicacy dish
consume mated with buttered grits
pricked prurient peccadilloes licks
suddenly recalling seminal kicks
starting, how with Little Rock kits
he received assistance,
sans starts and fits,
eventually then nubile
ingenue Monica Lewinsky
called time out, cuz at her wits
end once assisting helping
express his "naughty bits,"
when done completing
cum mincecd secrete mission
blue dress draped
expensively furred
(i.e. tricked out) in her
"FAKE" minx hiding
sable animal spirits,
when animal rights
activists vehemently protested
out-coming result
slapping former president
with a PETA file.
I will attempt to explain this using the following analogy.
I went For Help to BluePearl Veterinary,
with a feline medical emergency.
BluePearl saw me coming and thought, "That is a hornet nest,
and I'm going to put my ***** in that hornet nest,"
and then faster than you can say, "Get These Hornets Off My *****!"
BluePearl Veterinary,
Forced Me To Kill My Baby.
BluePearl is about to see me at my best and at my meanest.
They have no idea that they just screwed with
an Animal Rights active Activist.
I Never Stop Fighting, I Never Quit,
I Am Going To Be Your Worst PR Nightmare, Count On It,
I AM RELENTLESS BluePearl, RELENTLESS.
You stuck your ***** into the wrong hornet nest.
,.. in other words everybody,
I went to BluePearl for HELP,
AND BLUEPEARL SCREWED ME,
Me and My Baby,
because of their total inflexible, No Payment Plan Policy.
I had the money to pay for her surgery,
but I couldn't get my hands on it for at least 2 weeks.
I offered BluePearl indisputable evidence that I wasn't a deadbeat,
but BluePearl wouldn't even make the slightest effort to work with me.
No Payment Plan Policy, No Payment Plan Policy, is all I received,
from BluePearl's well meaning but very indoctrinated staff and employees.
"It's best that you euthanize your pet, and put her out of her misery,"
BluePearl's staff said to me, with scripted artificial sympathy,
"Her suffering will end, she will crossover peaceful and blissfully.
That will be $500.00+, payable at time of service please.
We here at BluePearl enforce an inflexible No Payment Plan Policy."
I can't explain it any clearer than that everybody,
but I will explain it in more detail at best,
at the following web address,
if anyone wants to give this a further read.
https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=1524865417597989&set=a.125028037581741.34366.100002236369308&type=3&hc_location=ufi
Can’t hold this love in
To do that is sin
Can’t keep it inside
There’s no place for pride
Cause all that I see
Is you here with me
Whatever it takes
I’ll win at these stakes
So, here’s what I’ll do
I’ll be all out for you
Chorus
All out for you
It’s all I can do
If you love me or not
Here’s all I’ve got
It’s all I can do
Babe…I’m all out
All out for you
I know you can hurt
Can treat me like dirt
Might feel like the dead
When you leave my bed
I’m ready to bleed
To fill every need
It’s no way to live
My all I must give
So, here’s what I’ll do
I’ll be all out for you
Chorus
All out for you
It’s all I can do
If you love me or not
Here’s all I’ve got
And it’s all I can do
Babe, I’m all out….
All out for you
Stripped till I’m bare
My heart takes the dare
Though it’s so insane
I have to be plain
I’ll hold nothing back
Even under attack
I’ll yield and I’ll plead
Until I am freed
To give you it all
Man up to the call
To be all out for you
Yea, here’s what I’ll do
Chorus
All out for you
It’s all I can do
If you love me or not
Here’s all I’ve got
And it’s all I can do
Babe, I’m all out
I’m all out for you
Babe I’m all out
Yes, I’m all out for… you
I attended a Bryan Adams concert last night which rocked my world. I simply adore him as a singer, performer, humanitarian, and animal rights activist. Yes, he is vegan! :) I will blog about my experience a little later, but these words came to me today as I was thinking about it, and I wrote it as though it were Bryan writing the lyrics. I know they are very simple...but I can just imagine his gravely voice belting out this melody. If only....if only....
Eileen Manassian
Holly Day Cheer, Oy Vey
Lemme breathe smoke free air, okay
devoid of exhaust from swarm
(bajillion) enroute without delay
Santas Clauses gas guzzling
hybridized motorized sleigh,
coordinating global deliveries,
via GPS devices with weather proof inlay,
nor without the need to be caught unaware
fall out from skies foggy gray
regarding unexpected pellet size droppings
from reindeer unless docile
creatures made out of clay,
on second thought maybe,
I best remain indoors, sing alone in dolce
and secretly lay
in wait for fictitious busy
body, and yell "HAY,"
whose charitable larding
out gifts all the way
around the webbed wide world
purportedly all done for no pay,
gives me reason (with rhyme) to pause,
and be a bit suspicious eh,
cuz there must be some
legally tendered way
hmm...maybe exploitation or unfair
labor laws he doth not betray
heavy set fellow oft
times donning spectacles—tortoiseshell gray
cuffs, white-fur-cuffed red trousers,
or skivvies flying over Bombay
wearing a red coat housing
undoubtedly sweating away
bullets with white fur collar,
now bulletproof in case
he gets trapped in an alleyway,
a red hat with white fur,
topped of with nosegay
and pistol tucked away
black leather belt and boots hide say
animal rights and sweat shop
protesters deem unethical today
so many trappings scream UPDATE
maybe there's apps that
zap from North Pole assay
ying at light speed into electronically
woven into trademark suits made in Uruguay
by natives originally from
Banda Aceh (pronounced as "H" "A")
to completing stitching outfits
in the event oven neigh
unexpected tsu nam may
as tends to happen unpredictably
this time of year wreaking havoc
leaving islanders homeless, dazed and astray.
We were busy working in the fields as Jack roamed the area as his kind usually did. Then, all of a sudden, a gunshot rang out and we heard the cry of our dog as he managed to return to us. Returning to the arms of those who loved him, Jack quickly succumbed to his deadly wound. This was more than 50 years ago; but my eyes are drawing water as I write. A wealthy farmer shot and killed my dog for walking across his cotton field.
When I was a boy, I never heard of animal rights or of anyone making a fuss about cruelty to animals. So my dog Jack was shot and nothing was ever done about it. His days of loving and being loved were over, and no longer was he seen on the back of daddy's light blue Chevy pickup. We buried him under a big tree in our front yard.
Daddy once built a big swing set for his children and all the kids in the neighborhood. It was a source of real joy until a neighbor accidentally ran into it and knocked it down. That swing meant the world to us. We didn't have a lot of things, but we found other ways to create our own fun.
There was a night club not far from where we lived, and teenagers were not allowed, or at least, good parents did not allow their kids to go there. So daddy decided to open a teenage place just for the youth. It was great!
With a dog named Jack and a dad who cared, I learned early on that a heart filled with hate will never enter the pearly gates. I refused to allow my loss to spring a leak and allow anything less than love to capture my
heart.
10122017PoSpCtest, Let The Pens Flow, Jenish Somadas
Enemy Mine
An enemy imagined is greater than an enemy that is real. For a real enemy can be killed, but an imagined enemy is invincible. No matter how much money we spend on defence, he will still exist. No matter how many we kill, the seed of its evil will spread. The true test of wisdom is to know the difference between an enemy imagined and an enemy that is real.
To live in a world where peace is a dream and war is the norm, this is the reality of man. Our governments and corporations spend untold fortunes on the weapons and the technology of war. A great amount of our economy is based in the machines of war. Worst of all is the cost in the lives of our family, our friends and our neighbors.
In the small town where I live bombs do not fall, mines don’t explode beneath our feet and children do not fall to sleep with the sound of gunfire. The night is not filled with fear and the cold. Their days are not filled with funerals, starvation and disease. Our children do not bury the dead or tend to the wounds of the injured. Long gone are the years of war with our neighbors and yet our children are still filled with the images and the horrors of war. Acts of terrorism abroad and at home fill the media with images of the dead and the dying. They haunt our minds with enemy’s real and imagined that feed on paranoia and fear.
If an enemy did not exist those that need one would invent a cause to fight or an enemy to kill. Animal rights activists and others the like, use images of horror to rally people to their cause. A war suited to the needs of people dissatisfied with peace, activists create a political war to turn away from peace. If won they do not stop they push for vengeance against those that opposed them. Then in that act become an enemy of peace. Causes to be fought without complete victory they become a new group a hate group. They commit acts of violence against those that oppose them. They wave their criminal records like badges of honour. Without the concerns of peaceful resolution the exhilaration of violence beckons to them. Their cause a call to war.
By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison