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Thankfully, another American election cycle has come and went,
Providing folks across the land their opportunity to vent.
For months, we've suffered a gamut of inane hullabaloo,
Now, maybe the pundits will find more productive things to do!
The politicos proposed various schemes and grandiose ideas.
For our nation's ills they offered numerous panaceas.
We've heard it all from no new taxes to fixing social security,
Most of which will be destined for the bowels of obscurity!
We voted to retain judges, for governors and county clerks,
And bonds to increase taxes to improve the sewage works.
We defined marriage as one-man, one-woman for each legislator.
(Somehow, I thought that was determined eons ago by The Creator!)
We watched on the television as pails of mud were tossed.
Such political shenanigans upon the voters were not lost.
When the elections ceased, campaigners vowed togetherness.
How long the love-fest will last is anybody's guess!
The people have spoken, to borrow the political cliche.
Some folks are elated, others fraught with dismay.
Despite all the hoopla, babble and circus atmosphere,
Our election process guarantees the liberties all hold dear!
Entry for Kim Rodrigues' "After The Election" Contest
My parents did not know
About Joe
My beloved beau
And what the maturing character did
Making him a heroic paternal twit
One day with spring in the air
Did not have a care
Joe
My beloved beau
Visited General Dollar
Feeling the tightness to the matrimony collar
Passing through an electronic open door
Walked the retail floor
Blue lights suddenly went off
Everybody around him started to cough
“Is there a doctor in here?”
Someone called, swelling a tear
Joe
My beloved beau
Took control
Acting very bold
Grabbed a ‘to do list’ pad
Using a provider pen, the future Dad
Scribbled and scrabbled
Writing, looked like baby babble
“Did you pick up what you needed?”
Inside voice greeted
Little bit of this
Got a kiss
Little bit of that
Bride got fat
Soon there was a little one
From a night of gymnastics fun
Joe
My beloved beau
You made me
The aqua siren shined with glee
Boy is on the way
Delivery message did say
Pushing the basket
Not masking it
Joe
My beloved beau
Smiled
Arriving, ranked and file
Unloading the necessity pile
Diapers and stuff
Child bearing is going to be tough
Only a few months from now
No longer looking like a cow
Two of us
Will take the bus
Pinching pennies a must
But will come together again
Then send
Another take out order
Requesting a daughter
Natural in pink
Schooled in, performing the luring wink
Creating more
Patron traffic, visiting the family friendly department store
What is that blaring in our ears,
is it the brain cutting loose
and spinning around our heads?
Brain figures and un-figures
looking through holes in its circuits,
what computes is painted on blank walls,
what just blurts
is spoken with a deeply voiced wisdom.
Look, the sounds it makes are visible
from the moon,
can be heard by dreaming camels
on the far side of nowhere.
It is running around bleating
getting lost in its own delusions.
Don’t feed it,
do not own it - it’s not you;
at best it’s a headless chicken
at worst it’s a chicken wearing your head.
Tell the brain it’s got to take a break
from its clatter chatter.
Ignore the gabbing,
look another way,
be filled with a sage silence
or find something real to say.
Watch the brain dance itself
into a dazed dizzy exhaustion,
watch it twirl
within its babel babble hell;
kill it gently
with an aware,
detached,
Mona Lisa smile.
I
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…shh
bashit
cashit
dishit
dashit
no tp
bushit
hushit
gashit
hashit
lashit
sashit
wishit
would
come
now
pushit
pushit
some
more
lushit
don’t
rushit
you
might
mashit
mushit
don't
splashit!
goshit,
too
late!
~ouch,
fishit
rashit
tushit
gushit
washit
flush
it..
II
°°
crashit
blushit
flashit
freshit
can't
brushit
can't
finishit
uhh
can't
crushit
this
slushit
cherishit
Ooh
ooh
o
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III
sh
woo.sh
's it
vanishit
sheepish
it!
** ok this one is still in the works...don't really want to force it
Writer’s babble: This has been in my intestines for a loong time now (years actually) but never figured out how to do it. Then *poopboom*! It all got digested and assimilated—the recent sample poem on on Cyndi’s blog, then Chris’ & Ruben’s concretes (Thank you for the inspiration :D!)
Ruben, here it is, finally. You did say, “Just do it”, glad I am able to doo it. I finally pooped out a concrete something O_o!!
I wouldn’t be surprised if somewhere out there, there’s a twin of this pooem. I suppository so, I haven’t tried searching for any, but yeah this was fun for me.
Ok this is still editable—feel free to share any –sh ending words and I might consider adding it :p
it’s just me, but eh, kinda iffy that it doesn’t tie too much—with the bushing it then flushing it. oh well.
** thank you, Cyndi & Chris for the added words :D, I would have missed them otherwise --- I doo think this will get longer & longer! please stay tootooned for more evacuations ;)
Lily – Shane – Buddy
By Franklin Price
07/24/2022
Lily, Shane and Buddy
Bringing sunshine to my door
In just a couple hours
Might just be a little more
Driving in Shane's brand new truck
Been on the road about a week
They're coming here to visit me
To look around and have a peek
Greeting them with home made tacos
Making sure they get their fill
They're family not company
They'll not be getting any bill
Lily is my own granddaughter
Shane is her best of friends
It could progress to more than that
On how things go, it all depends
Buddy is a friend to both
Walks with them in the parks
He doesn't have a lot to say
Has no words to speak, just barks
They will be here several days
Will be visiting with me
Whatever they would like to do
There are many sights to see
They're on an excellent adventure
Still have many miles to go
I'm one of their many stops
We'll have a grand old time, I know
Until Later
By Franklin Price
7/28/2022
Lily,Shane and Buddy
Are leaving here today
Their visit has been wonderful
Now they must be on their way
Other family to visit
Other places to explore
What a time I've had with them
Since they brightened up my door
Played dominoes into the night
Shane never cheated, he was fun
He asked me for my Lily's hand
I said yes, you are one
We climbed the highest mountain
In the Eastern U.S.A.
Walked across the bridge of flowers
Where the Dirty Dancers played
We hiked along the river Broad
Shane and Buddy walked across
Buddy fetched sticks from the water
That the three of us would toss
Last night was the last night
We finished up by playing scrabble
Lily made up several words
Shane looked up all her babble
It's now early in the morning
They're still sleeping 'cross the way
They came, with love, to visit
Get permission, and to play
I gave them my God's blessing
For their marriage that's to be
They'll continue they're adventures
Hand in hand, upon life's sea.
bright
blotched blades
blows of breeze
bouquet of blooms
babble of birdsong
bustle of bees
are bounties
spring based
blinks
Spring Ninette Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
Rhyme zone & syllables PS
Date: 07-04-2021
I leave my mountain home with Winter’s thaw
as childlike, I babble. I'm a stream,
but cutting through the valleys, I grow wide
and draw more power as I gather steam.
I meet my sister tributaries, and
grow deeper, now a river, and I roll!
At time, when Rain pours down, I overflow,
but on I run, course set, with fervent soul!
I'm surging onward to my destiny!
What more for me to crave as I run south
(toward Delta's bosom and my love, the Sea)
than his consuming kiss upon my mouth?
For Barbara Gorelick's "A River Runs Through It"
And now for the 15 contest of Casarah
Every four years and it seems that every year in between,
Politicians prey upon the populace venting their usual spleen,
Promising this and promising that, saying they will deliver.
The scatological babble flows like a flooding tidewater river!
Candidates and their pals prowl about the nation to promote,
Anything they think we ought to hear, anything to get our vote!
They vow to build a local dam and provide universal medical care,
Lower the national debt and clean up the polluted air!
They promise they'll never raise taxes, looking us dead in the eye.
We've heard that one before - they'll increase them bye and bye!
When they proclaim, "I have a plan!", we become very suspicious.
They expound on grand schemes - most turn out to be fictitious!
Farmers are assured they'll get top prices for beef, corn and wheat,
While promising consumers they'll pay less for what they eat!
They promise new roads, bridges, schools and such,
But once in office, they seem so remote and out of touch!
Regardless of their party affiliation, politicians are all the same.
When things go awry they all point the accusing finger of blame.
And when at last that exalted office they attain,
Alas, it seems all those promises were made to us in vain!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Cock-crow for me is the tring of the alarm clock
unheard but felt as it vibrates against the pillow .
Coffee percolator bubbles (and whistles?)
the puffs of steam tantalizingly call for a sip.
(The susurration of the shower screams to be heard)
but the sharp needles against my skin
is music to me.
(The siren calls to work)- a flurry
of movement is my cue.
(Motors hum their tune) - soft purring felt
by experienced touch
proclaim all is well.
Much mime, smiles, lips contort, form words
some understood,
a blessing not to hear the babble
of bitching and politicking
behind backs.
Traffic moves silently
on greased paths,
colored winks and blinks
in control.
Home again, music is on
and I dance to the rhythm
of blinking lights.
Night, and I shut off the lights
And enter the void
devoid of sight
and
unheard
sound.
~20 Jun 2016~
sunlit hues are kaleidoscopic kisses
terrestrial impressions
testing the waterfall’s eminence,
of impetus, of its continuous flow
unbroken by striving survival,
unfiltered obstruction
flowing along its perilous path
thoughts, feelings, & reactions
meandering, sipping Adam’s ale
moods unbridle as they manifest,
ellipses elapse, evaporate
lapping reckoning runestones,
monuments reciting otherworldly
phonetic pebbles babble
of antediluvian intuition
these stones summer bleached
warn satin smooth
at half-light, titanium white glows,
there, as dusky jewels
natural caressed water wooshes
v e
r i
s i
m i
l a r
rustling the leaves—insomniacs,
lift the cyclical immersive mind
rushing, whittling a way
recanting,
chanting murmurs that calm my soul