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I’ve been approached, to write this Ode, by Michael:
he wants me to identify three traits
of his. I told him, life is just a cycle
of ups and downs. I cited one Matt Gaetz!
“Don’t count on your intelligence,” I said:
you’re bright alright, but that is where it ends.”
“I need a friend to do this,” he admonished.
“You have,” I pointed out to him, “no friends.”
Internally, he’s clever: outside, dead.
If anybody phones him, he’s astonished.
“So tell them, girls mistake me for George Clooney!”
No way. “No doubt,” I said, “You’re polyvalent.
But as for looks, you’re nearer Mickey Rooney.
Yet I’ll concede your literary talent.”
He seemed appeased by this. “Brigitte Bardot
would love the chance to glance upon my sonnets,
and Sofia Loren says she’s read my plays.”
“You live on leprechauns and Easter bonnets,
you sad buffoon.” I truly told him so.
“The nineteen fifties were your salad days.”
“Those times are gone! Get with the modern world.”
“I’ve got a brain, and I can write a bit:
we need another quality unfurled.”
“There’s no more in your favour. That is it!”
We scratched our heads. We pondered. Nothing came.
“I’ll put up money …” “Michael, you’re absurd.
You couldn’t, if you tried, put up a tent.”
The bribing-plan was stillborn. In a word,
he hasn’t got a penny. All the same,
there’s no-one would deny … the guy’s a gent.
More Texas Idioms
Miracle Man
November 9, 2023
Often my neighbor needs a little reproving,
“He’s always lying if his lips are moving”.
When he gives me news I consider the source,
this guy is “windier than a corn fed horse”
He doesn’t always like what I have to say
and quickly replies ”every dog has his day.”
Sometimes what I say induces his growls,
But I don’t worry, “a hit dog always howls.”
He’s been this way since he was half grown,
I once heard it said “he lies like a tombstone”.
He said I’m handier “Than hip pockets on a hog,”
and last year “His trees we’re bribing his dog”.
He’s such a liar “he’d beat you senseless,
and tell God you fell off a horse”
RAIN FALLING
Jealous, i am against a nature
for it spends more time with my lover.
when it comes, it touches all parts of my lover
that i am yet to touch.
Greedy, stingy and a thief.
It start with a wind, its twin,
which gripes through my lover's cloth
hugging million of times, feeling her breast
feeling her hair, kissing her lips.
Greedy, stingy and a thief.
When falling, it sends its voice as thunder
talking to my lover
deceiving her to lose my voice within her hearing
talking to her with deep and loud voice
Greedy, stingy and a thief.
I sued you, nature to court
you bribed the judges
by falling and touching their bodies,
breast, and .
I lost my case
Greedy, stingy and a thief,
you gay and lesbian
bribing both the gentlemen
and gentlemen in skirt
at the bench.
I beseech you as nature
look for another lover in the universe
but not mine
Fall in North, for there, they lack your presence
and they pray for your arrival
fall in the desert
for there they lack your presence
and they pray for your arrival
as a king, saviour and Lord.
How can SARS lament their injustice in a divided land?
With keen interest of having themselves at heart;
Taking advantage of discharging duties in its right ethics,
Though the right is seeked in such oblivious wrong acts,
For pockets; their pockets to never go dry,
While having no concern a family morns their own mad "Bread Winner"
While seeking to undermine fundamental truths as a winner,
Division of labor employed deceitfully strikes the land;
Disguised as one to suck the boys loyalty in trust so dry,
That the fear of brotherliness, is now the art of heart--
The central tenets to every step and diligent acts,
Which has been graciously added to their work ethics.
With time; over it, the land have mocked the job employment's ethics,
By which the worthwhile watch the preferred become winner,
And while they engage in side hustle for survival-- their moulded acts
In a well nourished mineral blessed land
We all once fought to have to ourselves in pure heart--
The ones many people's blood to the last drop, go dry!
SARS would want to make us agree to their ideology so dry,
Like no one has learnt to know their work's ethics;
The ones school has helped us to learn by heart,
Though, naming each to standing for our rights has never made anyone a winner:
In my own supposed merry father land.
SARS would rather rob to tag it duty's acts.
How we wish to live as one through the simple genuine acts:
A true brother keeper that won't have fun to have others dry,
In a wild guess of believing we all own the land,
For some lives surround law enforcement, while others live with no ethics;
Bribing the day to become the dreadful night's winner,
In acts, for conscience has been blinded to shake up mute heart.
Yet, they claimed our worries live in their merry heart,
But everyday defines it false, advertising their contrary acts;
To keep promoting their wards alone, the future winner!
For our own hope they have wretched dry,
In its subsequent try, buried into the working wonders ethics,
But never cease to address us as joint ownership of this land.
Leave karma to the ethics of grace in Yahoo boys' acts,
Their lives lie in God's grace hand, dry solemn raging heart,
Than thy dreadful laws; a winner, bias made open, placing you above this land.
Numbness prevails over me,
Masking me… sending me pangs of suppression
Deadness tears its way inside of me,
Consuming me… devouring me with yanks of oppression
Darkness frowns upon me,
Dragging me down…sending me scraps of sadness
Gloominess molds me inside and out,
Chasing after me…surrendering to my wretchedness
Shadiness lurks above me and it wildly swarms,
Murdering me…scarring me with my unbroken misery
Murkiness blankets over us like troubled storms,
Shaking us up…bribing me with heaps of boundless fury
Edginess overrides me like a wraithlike form,
Misleading me…sneering at my failures and agony
Blurriness absorbs in this uncanny terrain…no sign of storm
Still, I’m withering into sand, grinding into shards of tragedy
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Plain Truth: Christmas
HARK, a majestic consequence proves itself,
bribing through a period that steads neath calendrical overcast skies.
Nowadays, the calamity of Christmas,
where the whole of Japan celebrates,
yet one percent of Japanese observe the Christian faith.
THUS, is the way of other faith followers, seemingly,
celebrating Christmas in some sort of way, shape, or form.
Twas, naught the climate that animates the Christmas ambiance,
though numbers may dissent,
otherwise, amidst such a sentiment.
ALAS, a fertile carpet neath a well-lit Christmas tree that is burrowed,
and richly rooted amongst enwrapped gifts.
Fragmented o'er time, delusional reasons immersed in grand splendor,
and naught be the event of long ago.
HEED, our fabled times a-changing,
toward a materialistic realm,
motivates giving and receiving as we trade in our faith at a cost.
TRUTH, faithful quantities have dwindled,
and beliefs momentarily fluctuate,
during the Christmas time of year.
2020 November 28
*1st Place*
A BRIAN STRAND Libre Vers
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2022 March 11
They said that they were building
a great society,
that poverty would be vanquished,
brought down onto its knees.
So they gave lots of hand-outs
to the destitute and poor,
and every year they cried ‘compassion,’
we must always give more.
But almost from the very start
problems arose unforeseen,
hitting home so very hard
in the inner cities.
With welfare checks coming in
there was no need for a man,
didn’t matter if you worked or not,
you’d still have cash in hand.
And the more kids you had alone,
the more money they’d send you,
incentivizing single parenthood,
a horrible thing to do.
Thus the families fell apart,
and for children it sucked,
starting from a broken home
leaves the youth out of luck.
Seventy percent of urban children,
born out of wedlock,
the foundations of society
this situation rocked.
The teenage boys had it the worse,
unchecked masculinity,
with no fathers to reign it in,
leads to criminality
And, of course, these violent gangs
prey on business and shops,
so most just up and moved away,
taking with them the jobs.
Even if you want to work hard
and fight for your escape,
there’s few places left to punch a clock
and earn your daily pay.
All of this the consequence
of an old desire to help,
point out the vicious cycle
and the P.C. crowd all yelps.
They have to see the futility,
yes, I think that they know,
but their only way into office
lies in bribing for votes.
Get a person hooked on hand-outs,
gives you leverage and sway,
“Vote for me on election night,
or the money goes away…”
Well all know this is detestable,
that free men don’t do this,
but long ago some decided it
was a ‘small’ price for office.
The endless cycle now created
is one of grinding pain,
they made cities vote plantations,
and gave people longer chains.
But the future does not have to
be miserable, bereft,
to end this man-made travesty,
turn your backs on the left.
Leftism is tyranny,
with no respect for rights,
say a thing against them
you’ll be cancelled that night,
since free speech isn’t useful
if it goes against them,
all while claiming ‘compassion’
to confuse stupid men.
They seek to take your weapons,
cold logic to their thoughts,
knowing if you are disarmed
then all hope will be lost,
Like all dictators past
they’ve come to realize
you can’t be marched to the camps
if you can make them die.
No respect for property,
some say it don’t exist!
Since, if they own everything,
again you can’t resist.
No respect for voting,
with fraud at every turn,
defening the country
with their ballot-printer,
flooding us with aliens
to vote illegally,
bribing those same people
with our cash endlessly,
not caring that this kills
the voices of us all,
don’t want to represent
free souls that won’t play ball.
The very idea of rights
they scoff at all the time,
says they all come from the state,
an idea quite malign,
if rights come from the state
then they were never rights,
rights can’t be taken away,
if they try you have to fight.
They reject the notion
some things are beyond man,
this always leads to tyrants,
since they don’t understand
that without higher powers,
and fear of being judged,
corrupt men think they are Gods,
which leaves everyone f-cked.
Mangy-Monkey;
Gum thief.
Raggle-taggle,
Tail-waggle;
Bone-breath.
Gaggling geese,
Webbed feet;
Penny-anney,
Corn-candy.
Snakes-alive,
About five;
Or six,
Playing tricks.
Babbling brook,
Nearby nooks
And crannies;
Harboring teeth.
Fighting bribing,
Monkey-see,
Monkey-do.
Fickle-furred,
Out-turned
Waddle-feet,
Bearing bird.
Roaring-money,
Never tamed;
Hungry for
Avian-brain.
Itchy-scratchy,
Eggy-hatchey;
Teeny-tiny,
Shells cracking.
Tourists gawking,
Feathered-squawking;
Metallic-clanging,
Cage doors.
All this,
Attended quick;
When hungry
Bellies roar.
CHRISTMAS EVE DINNER WITH GOD
Was all alone having worked, worked the whole day
every one was with their families, but yours was working
i tried bribing and cajoling friends to accompany me for dinner
every one had their own plans, i rushed to town took some chicken
ready cooked went back home and invited my hevenly father for dinner
another set of spoon and fork, twas all i needed and a set table and dinner
was served me and my heavenly daddy, having christmas eve dinner
holding heart to soul communication with my daddy eating
eating christmas dinner with my heavenly guest
a king of kings was my guest
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