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I hope your enjoying your Sunday
Before it turns into Monday
And a new week will begin
As relaxing comes to an end
Having fun and chilling out
Is what weekends are all about
Bing watching and having snacks
Before Monday is coming back
Taking naps and getting rest
Making you feel your best
Snuggled up nice and toasty
Feeling all warm and cozy
Catching up on facebook posts
With friends who you love the most
Sending gifs, notes, and selfies
For social media to see
Enjoy this time Before its gone
The weekend doesn't last too long
Before life smacks you in the face
As work days start to take its place
I was surprised to find this poem on Bing.
It had a very familiar ring
I wrote it 15 years ago!!!
No credit is given to the schmoe
who "borrowed" it without consent.
That's what I most resent.
That and that awful color scheme
More of a nightmare than a dream
Purple font on blackened sky ~
It's not at all pleasing to the eye.
I claim my poem as one of prose
and get over the theft, I suppose.
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at Jan's request I'm posting the original poem
We searched for each other
in the most unlikely places
among the most unlikely people
and when our paths finally crossed
it was for reasons so entangled
that we might not even have noticed
except for that faint quiver of wonder
like a passing chill from the night air
we loved
and the closest we've come to explaining why
is because it was you
and because it was I
*NOTE: There are two lines inserted in the center that are NOT mine
"in our daily bread - and the usual trespasses"
So they steal a poem and then add words of a religious nature. How very unChristian of them.
Dune 45 Is Not Near Mars
Dune 45 lies in the shadow of orange dark sand
Namibia knows distances, drifts and winds
Granular miles by car and camels heat
Earth knows Mars is far away as well
225 million km., remote, equally removed
Strange, sterile, in accordance with dune patterns
Never troubled by populations
Visitors are few and far between
No inhabitants at either place. Never in the way
Voids make for good bed fellows
By the dunes of Earth and Mars
Half hidden in the shade, sun rises
Beaches understand distances
There is more to life than sand
Dune 45 lies in the dark of an orange shadow
Lined up with others along isolation's path
Sun lends a helping hand
Covers such matters in desert meandering heat
NOTE:
(I hope you can find time to watch and listen. Please follow this link.)
http://www.bing.com/videos/search?q=Namib-Naukluft+National+Park+photography&form=hphot2#view=detail&mid=2BB6E4383BBA36AECCE12BB6E4383BBA36AECCE1
Happy Father's Day to you and David
I can't even tell you in words
How I miss you all
I hope everyone in the family is doing great
I guess one great thing about Heaven
I see all of our great family members every day
This Father's Day I just wanted to send
You a card to tell you everything is great here
I have to say in Heaven I get to see
How much Mikey and Abby are growing up so fast
Please don't cry dad,
I love you so much
God always tells me to keep an eye on you guys
When you find a ladybug in the house
You will always know it's me
When you hear those strange noises upstairs
You will know I'm here checking out my old bedroom
So Dad tell everyone, I will be with you guys always
Well I have to go now,we are having lunch with
Roy, Rita, Dolores, Daniel, Uncle Mike, George and Aunt Connie
It's kind of an Olympic restaurant up here
So for now Happy Father's Day
Love you always
BING DANG
The more I learn, the more
I realize how little I know…
which insightful, gutsy,
entrancing, catchy apothegm
attributed to Socrates by way of Plato
subsequently self ranking myself
amidst Phylum Chordata with the Dodo bird
Class Aves (namely
said extinct flightless winged creature
with a mass of 29 – 51 pounds Oh!)
once endemic to the island of Mauritius,
east of Madagascar in the Indian Ocean,
none would be espied,
no matter how thorough
going across aquatic spreadsheet,
one might row
eventually coordinating
dropping vertical column in toto
arriving back to original
mentally ponderous premise
gamboling feint enroute to see
Old Man Wizard Of Oz
meets Crow Medicine Show
pitching thy quasi recursive query - bro
ching concurrence with another maxim to boot
“ignorance iz bliss”, which lack o'learn'n
doss appeal to this old coot,
yet such pithy accordance came
to this smart ass to late,
a mister wordsmith
with a palm pilot maximum glute
clamors (at risk of life and limb) to hoot
and holler when new kernel
of knowledge gleaned finds me mute
as if raw bit of savored information akin
to unearthing a rare gem,
or rare species of newt
temporarily allaying fervent quest to root
thru hefty tomes of great literature,
and tracts that suit
many other subjects,
less to be arrogant and toot
my own horn, but more so...
to satisfy an increasingly
insatiable hunger grow
wing nsync with unquenchable
thirsty ambition less for dough
(cuz bing po'
with treasure trove of voluminous
expansive bookish notions doth shaw
surpass becoming suddenly wealthy tin pot hustlers
with un hewn fifty nine shades of gray straw
this haint no cowardly lion seeking Androcles
to extract thorn from hum my faux paws.
A prince becomes a king
as his mother heard her final ting
His brother part of a ring
A.i begins to sign
Here’s the thing
In the din
that plays out all my sin
with parties withe in
credibly hukled(that A.I again)
A dent that should be present
A dick who likes his taters to much
Everyone is dying
but no one seems to not ice
Ice Baby
hit me anytime
Late to every test
Never gave my best
Watch you snuggling down
Like birds in their
Nestle your face in my
Breath not breathe
If you are impotent
Who would de-seed
Bing Google Instant grams
the hand written shaking Bat man words
Is fling just a through desguise
If a a maze is better than good
Zing like thing crinkling
Fantastically floored
Break ing ever ing
Ting
Moment
Light
Bulge like Kal
In Marvelous movie
Did you
C wot I did
The heir was there with his pet hare
Hair
So you agree
This is definitely…..
145.
My 29th Leaf
Picked thee head level
From bamboo bundle
Beside eight of us
It's sort of wild grass
Behold this “Chinese Bamboo!”
As Ante Bing said
By them it's planted
Capuso family
The owner of thee
I'm with 6 batchmates
Twenty-third of June
Sky's speaking a rune
Nimbus were coming
Was about raining
About 3 PM
Beside a dam deep
Wherein no one should creep
It's an upland
Metres from farmland
In Aglalana
Tolada active
For month elusive
But need not be tired
If moment inspired
Batchmates rebonding.
-06/23/2012
(Dumarao)
*My Toladas Collection
Chalk up the above
tummy knocker round
motley fool whimsical caprice
forever one generic
(ewe among us) scapegoat
bullied, lambasted, ostracized...
simian still silently suffering
life threatening wounds
since no protective Jason,
nor the Golden Fleece
shielded me against
Tormentors of Torghast even after
becoming gratefully dead,
struck by lightning bolts well greased
they will still increase
only difference when nonexistence prevails,
versus while given lease
as run(t) of the mill mortal
doth finally welcoming peace
of body, mind and spirit.
Aforestated gallimaufry mishmash
hoopfully doth explain
tangentially, loosely and amazingly
one after another graceful linkedin refrain
now heeds intuitive trumpeted
clarion call moon faced
cybersurfer to wax and wane.
Roll up welcome Harris tweed
Scottish tartan mat after
lame attempt bing witty and wise
fame and fortune elude,
nevertheless logophile continuously tries
this April 6th, 2022 no surprise
quotidian series of Lemony Snicket induced
unfortunate circumstances did rise
every hour these myopic eyes
blinked cognitive depth youthfulness belies,
when dawning consciousness did arise.
Mine Impossible Self Educating Mission...
Finds muss elf facing Lenovo
(external Macbook
Pro screen) whoosh'n
with all manner
of thoughts cascading,
flowing and swoosh'n
thru ma mind like
yoyo wing thoughts,
whether right now
aboot me late Russian
maternal grandfather,
who made a
lasting imp Prussian
though whose departure
more'n deuce
score years ago,
nonetheless left
many a question
on me boyhood
memory, no matter
he predominantly talked
Yiddish with smidgen
of English peppering conversation
with scant sprinkling of
Anglo Saxon known to him
despite crossing ocean
as a scrappy young lad,
(and hightailing to America
as a possible stowaway)
for some notion
never told, hence I prevaricate
whipping oop tall tales
courtesy magic potion
of spellbinding words,
not the least bit concerned
freely falsifying any quotation,
cuz no paper trail
extant for citation,
nor other medium survived
attesting to birth family
of said relation
Morris (Moishe) Kuritsky,
his near half century ago
passing into oblivion,
sans after major life mission
emigrating to Ellis Island
bing faux scion of
attending sewing spool
as self taught
harried styled swift tailor
finding goo goo
doll young bride
(eighteen Earth orbitz
round the sun his junior),
she died during her late 50's
(during early nineteen sixties)
attributed to poor nutrition,
which definitely aggravated
by poor dentition
tooth fully, not
fondly remembered for
doting o'er my mama
(the last born)
as favored offspring
at psychological expense
for beastly crush'n
life source of two eldest daughters.
brand spank'n fresh out of college new teachers
they come in hot, rar'n to go, with high ideals and ideas.
running around like Energizer bunnies, buzzing and suggesting.
They are ready to teach us old dogs new tricks.
Woof woof!
They do not know their clientel yet.
They have not met their helicopter mothers.
They do not realize six-year-olds have viewed **** on TV.
Sometimes even in real life.
We old hounds do not tell them that today's children stay up all night
Playing video game in their rooms, bing, bling, sling, tring, ding.
This is why they sleep during the school day.
They are not motivated to do boring stuff like math.
Or reading.
They are going to be influencers or KC football quarterbacks.
Making millions and zillions. They do not need math or science.
They question why we are "wasting their time".
These brand spank'n fresh out of college new teachers are flocking.
Forming an exudous out of the teaching profession - leaving by the planeload.
Screaming and shrieking "I never want to teach again!"
"Woof! Woof! Woof!" We old dogs bark back. "Woof! Woof!'