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Hey, guess what I discovered. It's really a gas,
the most extraordinary kind of magical glass.
I gazed at it this morning, and what did I see,
but the funniest guy, who looked nothing like me.
With bags under his eyes, and in need of a shave,
this guy didn't seem to know how to behave.
When I approached closely to get a better view,
we painfully collided, and then I came to.
What a knucklehead, is all I have to say.
When I backed off, that chicken went the other way.
That glorified bozo matched my every move.
He must've been trying to get into my groove.
I've carefully studied the strange beasts' comportment.
He's somewhat limited in the brains department.
I try to be friendly. I try to be affable,
to the creature who is eminently laughable,
but his opinions are closed up. He's blind as a bat.
Too bad he lacks my perception to know where it's at.
Hey, it comes with instructions. I'll have to review:
"look into this glass and you will see the real you."
GO WHERE YOU MAY
Go where you may and do as you please , for the time being ,
It's what you want, doing it your way is what you'll be seeing.
Blind as a bat with your direction completely unknown ,
Not knowing there is a path you have never been shown .
Fight with your might and Struggle as you surely will,
Untill you find that path , life will always be uphill.
But if you give it all to him, the one who knows,
Listen to his wisdom , walk in his light and grow.
Trust in his word , Believe with all of your heart ,
This my friend would be the right place for you to start.
All your worries and all your woes will soon disappear,
When you are walking with Jesus , you'll have no fears.
Your life will be brightened by the love in his light,
Thats when you'll know you are living this life right.
Love , Joy and Happiness for all Eernity is his promise,
Because of the love God has for each and eveyone of us .
Thank him and Praise him as much as you possibly can,
For this is all that our Heavenly Father asks of man.
So go where you may and do as you please for the time being,
Remember , his light is the only way and that's all you should be seeing.
TAC.
On being emotionally bankrupt
Sentient beings distraught
psyche rent asunder
courtesy false accusations
heated words exchanged like gunfire
pox upon the house of Deborah Hunter,
a vicious vindictive
girlish looking septuagenarian woman
buzzfeeding unfounded conspiracy
that the missus steals packages
ever since we moved here
at Highland Manor Apartments
force core and seven years ago
July first two thousand and seventeen
thee wife accused
unfounded rumor circulated,
she brought in snakes
courtesy whom I hashtag snaggletooth
blind as a bat
mistook large make believe
as voracious very hungry,
albeit friendly stuffed caterpillars,
nevertheless possessing
an insatiable appetite
for rumor mongers
especially for bony thin
older bonnie lass
or similar facsimile thereof
such as a small number of tenants
housed here at above mentioned
low income low slung building
formerly an elementary school
repurposed many decades ago
into accommodations
mostly catering to senior citizens,
and/or those receiving
social security disability
the latter classification pertains
to yours truly,
a psychologically tuckered out
egalitarian, libertarian, nonsectarian,
sexagenarian, solitudinarian Unitarian
frazzled, grizzled,
and puzzled wordsmith
who knows not why the wife
singled out and bullied, hastled,
intimidated, and threatened
creating hostile living environment
impacting me
indirectly caught in the crosshairs
wishing upon a star
to acquire monetary resources
to hightail out of
insufferable toxic shock
system of the down
slipping into the behavioral sink
suffocating - impossible mission
to catch my breath
brainstorming for solution
while pitched upon
horns of a dilemma,
whereat I shout out
thru the corridors of time
calling Bull Moose and Rocky
my childhood fictitious cartoon heroes
to deliver salvation out the maws
of an untenable situation
threatening life and limb
hankering for life, liberty
and the pursuit
of happiness birthing
nirvana linkedin to soul asylum.
Welcome to the f*** it bucket
With digital pigs
Slopping thru the binary trough
Choking it all down with a cough
Yum yum yum
How boring and glum
Safe and easy to be dumb
Can’t be mad If you don’t know s***
Just be a good lil slave, shut up and sit
Your so cute the way you think your free
Instead of an obedient slave to me
Remember the apple in Eden?
One bite and we all got screwed
Remember Apple?
The digital master who takes a byte outta you? and were still screwed
I offer you my electronic leash
Program, brainwash and command me, Capiche?
Don’t fight it luv, just obey my lil dove
And know deep in your heart my kindness for you is not from above
Quite the contrary, my lil dingle berry
Your submission is quite scary
Easier than first thought and much cheaper to be bought
Tunnel vision twits sucking that screen of colored bits
You worthless Apple cart whore blind as a bat and looking for more
Insatiable in your thirst your weakness is the worst
So, here it is simply…. your cursed
Immersed and won’t disperse so, I invite you
To the first line in this verse
Eric (and sometimes not)
Must see an optometrist next week
Not saying I'm blind as a bat, but bats see better
The tiny type on TV... forget it
Don't know why they bother
Might as well be greek as far as I'm concerned
Oh for the days of my youth
When type didn't have to be billboard size
Such happy days they were
When stop signs were even difficult to read
How about that!!!
Almost hit half a dozen old people in one day
Started to record them... tried to set a new record daily
There must be something to alleviate the problem
OH GLASSES... RIGHT!
Forgot about them! Even Ray Charles wore them
And the success he enjoyed
Can you imagine bats wearing glasses
Optometrist would be flooding the workplace
So nuff said... going out to buy a better pair!
Blind as a bat they used to say as she rode her bike this way and that. I did
Love her thick coke bottle glasses and the way she hunched her back when she
Incited to drive down a one lane street with her head up and her eyes fixed.
No one could have guessed that she was really biking it by memory, as they
Drove by her, they would honk and say " get out of the street" ....
A lady with very little money, five children and a knapsack full of apples for
Snacks. She would drive to school at recess and dole out the fruit to her kids.
Annabelle Kor was her name and she was my mother, this I say with pride.
Born a survivor, who had survived the Jewish camps , she knew how to live free
Answer to none but God, she would tell us as they sent her strange looks
Truth be told I wouldn't have wanted any other mother, she was my hero...
August 11 2022
A POEM OF METAPHORS
What's so clean about 40 dogs?
How does one go hog wild?
If life was truly like a rollercoaster,
Then the ride would be fun the whole while.
How does one's character be truly shady,
when one’s character cast no shade?
One would have the ability to light up his own life,
A most confusing escapade.
If one missed a beat, or was as blind as a bat,
he'd be off target in broad daylight.
He would have no rhythm, and could only see,
as well as rodents can see at night.
And if shades of gray were as romantic as red,
then shades of red would be as obscure as white.
If tulips were actually lips of two,
Then kissing flowers would be quite the sight
How can one go feeling blue?
What does that really mean?
I suppose it would be as difficult to imagine
as it is not easy being green.
If time was money I'd be filthy rich,
and if being rich would make me dirty.
Then the sweet smell of success would be so nice,
as I would smell rich and flirty.
If being as proud as a peacock meant being prideful,
Then the pursuit of love would have no glory,
Taking it to the top would not mean the beginning,
To what end is the end of the story?
I suppose I'll quit this monkeying around,
I’m completely out of metaphors.
For the monkeys have returned to the wild and the zoo,
and my ideas have run out the doors!
Lemme titillate thee
regarding myself daily soldiering thru breastworks
read out loud to experience where dangerfield lurks
twenty five years a husband unknown marital perks
bachelorhood to die for, cuz warp and weft
courtesy webbed and wedded bliss
incorporates life threatening quirks.
Hazardous beyond belief
analogous crossing a landmine good grief
ensnared yours truly mistaken for Baghdad thief.
Impossible mission to step up pace
when ambling one room to another
footfalls of generic guy approximating brisk,
cuz one misstep could find me flat on back
with damaged spinal disc
worse fate than experiencing
strong arms of law reach out his hands that frisk
old meister wordsmith
merely ventures innocent risk,
yet may as well surrender self to Taliban,
who would willingly whisk
Garden variety Caucasian American bloke
afraid to tread amidst belongings strewn
pell mell outranking rating tornado 5 courtesy
enhanced Fujita Scale
whereat Good Housekeeping ostracized spouse.
As precautionary safeguard, I carry amulet
to ward off ill luck toward life and limb you bet,
especially when gingerly
taking one step after another with lights turned off
owing steadfastness to prayerful debt
intoned toward guardian angel to get
self groping in dark without bifocals
envisioning severely myopic
(blind as a bat generic guy
without spectacles) met
bedded objective where
menagerie of stuffed animals
(albeit Woodstock favorite pseudo pet),
which aforementioned Peanuts character
called warm fuzzy as sobriquet.
The missus bursts out laughing,
whom I damnably scoff at and berate
as I trip head over heels
cursing said spouse ever since first date
at Tex-Mex restaurant
in North Wales, Pennsylvania,
a gut level intuitive sense -
even then our sealed fate
cursed analogously crashing thru Hades gate
antagonistic altercations in actuality
displaced suppressed anger toward parents,
which father and mother (both deceased)
their sole son of did hate
for afflicting psychological trauma
regarding them furiously irate
doling out ultimatums
interestingly enough comfort found
within company of loving mate,
she weaseled compassion
evidenced by poetic prattle I prate,
whereat ye can (of course) highly rate
feedback I eagerly await.
down under
down a country road
road to success
road to nowhere
nowhere to hide
nowhere to run
run away from home
run a race
race horses
race to win
win the lottery
win a trip
trip to Australia
trip of a lifetime
lifetime warranty
lifetime of dreams
dreams have meanings
dreams come true
true or false
true love
love one another
love is blind
blind as a bat
blind date
date with destiny
date of birth
birth of a baby
birth of a vision
vision of loveliness
vision for the future
future of our children
future plans
plans for adventure
plans for people
people pleasers
people who care
care about others
care for the sick
sick in the head
sick and tired
tired of running
tired of trouble
trouble sleeping
trouble may come
come and see
come right now
now or never
now is the time
never
time
8/11/15
For Debbie Guzzi's "Down Under" contest
Deadly intelligent life form
At the bottom of the sea
I am from planet confused
What did I do
with my glasses
I can not see them ha
Everything a joke
Ha ha blind as a bat
My big eyes
are not great
My name is octopus
You are under my control
look at the arms
Look at the arms
I am certifying myself mad
in the head
Look at the arms
I am lost with
so many arms hanging down
Confused dot. com.
I would need to be
they are driving me crazy
Keeping so many arms busy
My brain can not cope
with all the stress
I will just have to use
two arms a time
Easier to control
will ignore the rest for now
Just keep one eye on them
To much for my brain
to handle
I think I am going cross eyed
Sending me blind
moving about
look at the arms
Look at the arms
Medusa of the deep
Minus the body
Cold and lonely down here
In a tizzy watching
My mind can not sleep
Look at the arms
Theirs no arm in me really