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Just for the sake of saying "hello"
Courtesy garden variety/generic common Joe
who strives to achieve becoming
(even posthumously)
an esteemed writer likened to outstanding poe
whit – perhaps illusions
of grandeur must be reined in
courtesy horse sense and Whoa!
A short time ago today
(the ides of March 2021)
upon returning from nearest LIDL
(located at 1831 E Ridge Pike,
Royersford, Pennsylvania 19468
Latitude: 40.1845 Longitude: -75.5360),
I realized too late the opportunity
to exchange pleasant greetings
with another resident (a young man,
who shares a similar physique
to yours truly).
Preoccupied removing comestibles -
predominantly nine plastic
gallon jugs of distilled water
(tightly packed within large suitcase,
which luggage formerly
belonged to Boyce Harris - papa)
the notion occurred
(ex post facto).
Cursory aforementioned observation,
(viz forfeited interpersonal opportunity)
unexpectedly impetus awoke
regarding said unnamed bloke
(who I've seen scant
number of times before)
friendly exchange thus didst evoke
idea to craft poem,
cuz pleasant demeanor
generates figurative chain reaction
livingsocial among other
(mostly elderly) folk
here at Highland Manor
this credo to befriend others I invoke
(by Dickens) with little
or no great expectations
motivates me to risk
playing game of life no joke,
but good humor a masterstroke,
one generic American notes tis oak
kay for yours truly not to poke
intrusively, (albeit rudely
he thinks) and possibly also stoke
antipathy by ignoring
formalities of pleasantness
in either case saddle and yoke
me with unflattering
nom de plume.
Additionally I will allow
enable, and provide tolerance
if recipient of mine genuine
companionable intent
declines overture as potential
future bosom buddy
and/or sounding board,
plus will defend self
against blistering, excoriating, scathing...
metaphorical nonetheless hurtful assaults
against mine brow
will not figurative undermine
paltry self esteem, but endow
redoubled effort to risk
making acquaintance(s) and consort
with persons who cross my path
their nose in the air
trumpeting arrogance and how
never be deterred toward livingsocial
such personal promise I vow.
The Ferry Captain
David J Walker
I
The ferry Captain waited
As long as he could to fill
The manifest of passengers
Called to board
The boat
Tickets please
You must have a ticket
To ride
II
Everyday
The journey seems longer
As passengers grow weaker
Remembering when they were
Younger
Stronger
Closer to the shore of the
Land that bore their souls
III
The Ferry Captain says
Hush children
It won’t be long
Faith holds your fate
As the only distance you
Can see
Is in the past
IV
And at last
The voyage between two shores
That seemed so slow
The land they left
So long ago
As come to pass
Too fast
Too fast
865.
Pag-asa sa Pamilyang Sagrado
(1) May pag-asa kay Hesus Nazareno
Pangalawang Patron ng Quiapo
Ang Kapistahan ay ika-9 ng Enero
Tinulungan Niya ako
Makapagtapos ng Kolehiyo
(2) May pag-asa kay Santo Niño
Patron ko sa Casimiro
Ang Kapistahan ay ika-19 ng Enero
Tinulungan Niya ako
Magkaroon ng kapatid na bunso
(3) May pag-asa kay Candelaria ng Jaro
Patron ng Jaro sa Iloilo
Ang Kapistahan ay ika-2 ng Pebrero
Tinulungan Niya ako
Makapasa sa Board Exam ng Guro
(4) May pag-asa kay San Jose ng Dumarao
Pangalawang Patron ng bayan ko
Ang Kapistahan ay ika-19 ng Marso
Tinulungan Niya ako
Magkaroon muli ng trabaho
(5) Hesus, Maria, Jose - mga Patron ko
Pamilyang Banal, Pamilyang Sagrado
Sila ang pag-asa ng bawat tao
Tumulong sa akin, tutulong din sa inyo
Salamat sa Dios sa pamilyang ito.
-05/25/2025
(Dumarao)
*5 of 5 "Jubileo ng Pag-asa" poem
Weapons are worn..By street police passive-agressive placebo pieced.?
Planes are armed, expressly to kill
The messaging is, more overt cacophonic
Cause; outcomes ill.' Tanks have cannons
Rockets too, ships the same its (what they)
Do..Who might you ask are the they i note?
Well quite supercillious slanted people with pockets gilt.' Innocous looking they project
Serious
airs..Are benefactors of charities
(That proves they care) they do give some
Millions to the damaged souls caused by wars, that they demanded we hold.' They are also benificiarirs..After and before yet
( these ammounts are in billions ) that is quietly off-shored.' No pomp' no fanfare just those screams and shells, the distant
Soundtrack 'oh tony didn't you do well' you
Hold buisness seminars ( definatley not for free!) And after invading Iraq 'you invaded your own country' it
all seems of a theme? like.? A
Pattern of sorts.' With one golden thread; also you accumulate many naughts.' Oh yes.? There is a lot (spoken of zero!) So it
Seems all to gel..Into a theatre of death and payments, bout near as i can tell.? And
The plan-demic musn't forget..I'll bet you were fully on board.? Along with gates and
The Bushes schwab obama scoros.' And did the drainstream media applaud? Yet I
Stand as just one witness, among so many
More that detest the application ( of death as an industry ) upon which you all set such store..You never weild a weapon yet
There are razors in your words.'
To keep the privilege and funding.' They
are quite
Useful in skinning, and preparing
your verbal utterings; of turds.'
Ghost Ship
Benjamin Briggs a master, with three previous commands
Took over the ill fated ship, which was to prove to be his last stand.
The ship originally named the Amazon, was 103 feet long
She was listed as a half-brig, and everything seemed to go wrong.
She had a lot of accidents and passed through many owners hands,
Eventually she turned up in New York, for sale and a new command.
She was sold and refitted; the owners bought her for a song.
Then they had her re-registered, to maybe help right the wrongs.
Captain Briggs his wife and child, in eighteen seventy two
Set sail on November the seventh, plus an extra seven man crew.
The cargo was seventeen thousand barrels, of raw American alcohol
They set off for Genoa Italy, not forgetting his daughters’ toys and doll.
On December the fifth half way between the Azores and Portugal
The Dei Gratia spied a brigantine, but it didn’t look right at all.
He watched it for two hours because he recognised the ship
The brig, that he had been in dock with, and he knew Ben commanded it.
It was sailing all wrong, it was yawing on the sea.
Captain Moorhouse knew Captain Briggs, was the captain he should see,
They took a boat out to the ship, and boarded her when they could,
On climbing aboard they found the ship to be empty, but all sound and good.
There was plenty of food and drink, but all the ships papers were gone
The ships clock was not functioning, but of the compliment*, there was none.
There should have been a lifeboat, but that was not there now
Just a frayed rope hanging in the sea and they didn’t know why or how.
Captain Moorhouse was perturbed knowing his friend Briggs to be in distress
He took the ship into to tow, it was named the “Mary Celeste.”
~GG~ 2011©
Compliment The number of crew on board a ship*
N
The N on my keyboard...
is gone.
It has disappeared.
It wore off,
and wore away,
until the N was just
plainly missing.
There are other places on the board,
that need fixing.
I will get to that.
I have a strong need, to do,
the things I need to do,
but time is my enemy,
not my friend.
The A has joined the N.
It is a good thing I know my way
around the board,
blindly...
or I would be in real trouble.
I would be lost,
and not able to do
my work.
The idea that I am still
laboring at all,
is a miracle.
The electricity has not gone off,
but I am ready.
It will,
eventually.
My pen and my pad,
sit...
waiting,
until that time.
The words must get out.
I know that...
They must be strong,
and wise and permanent
to be shared.
No,
not all of them...
but some.
Why?
Because HE wrote them...
not me.
Humbly,
I bow my head and open,
my insides,
to the outside,
in an effort...
to be
who I am,
and who He
wants me to be.
Theif at His Best...
I had settled for less but now I want more.
I have now gone just out right, just out right over board.
I have my maps, pencils, and paper.
I got my clocks I have my timers.
I’m timing the cameras and moving red laser’s.
I am keeping my eye’s on the moving satellites.
I have my time written down and everything planed just right.
Then on my marked night I go for my crown jewel of - delight.
When I got to my goal I forgot the biggest thing.
Now I’m writing up sketches to break out of prison.
Yes I should of settled for less..
I would not be in this ongoing mess.
But I keep going at my best.
Until my future interest is at my rest.
cw jackreed3...
Form:
Oh for the days of my long lost youth
Making paper airplanes, watching em glide
Looping like barnstorming pilots of the 30s
Above the tree tops like birds they fly
Our imagination never saw paper airplanes
We saw ourselves as pilots on board
Soaring skyward with not a worry in the world
We could even hear the engines roar
Another favourite pastime was climbing trees
Just like masts on a pirate ship
Looking out on the ocean with a telescope
A musket hanging from my hip
Another fantasy, being a famous hockey star
Heard the cheering of adoring fans
Dreaming at night, scoring the winning goal
No more school, no more final exams
Oh for the old days, hmm perhaps I'll rethink that
It's pretty damn good from where I sit
Each stage of life has it's own special happening
Now? I'm happy as poop!!!
The ghost between V's thighs
What lies heavily on her minds? A three word phrase
I am beautiful!
Passion, strength and fire
they control by her inner thoughts
She relies on her beauty
For breakfast, lunch and dinner
Quenching the thirst, silencing the groans
His move relies on her sexual craving
Hidden behind the dash board; a files of deception
Mind control and ghost control aren’t so hard to believe
Location and direction to an eye opener
A Money hungry woman
The sweet talker
The old grave digger stood on the hill
Plunges his shovel into the wet soil with anger
The unwanted Negative Visualization sore his mind
Who are they really? Those ghosts between her thighs
Black ashy lies..
Form:
At the dead-end street or cul-de-sac stands a tall silver lamp pole,
And a portable basketball hoop. I wish I could say there lives not a single soul.
What if the lamp pole sat on a game board on City property?
As fast as this little town is growing, we could play a game of monopoly.
A railroad track there was once, now a highway, and businesses
within a four-block radius causing dizziness.
Traffic so fast, there are a lot of accidents. If you cross the line,
watch where you turn, it’s your fault if you have the stop sign.
Ambulance wails and police sirens sound that drown
Your thoughts, almost all day long around town.
If you stand by the lamp pole, you’ll see them, go by.
You look up at the sky and pray; please don’t let them die.
I am only three houses down from that lamp pole
and highway when I take my dog out for a stroll.
11/9/2023