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1905
Geronimo went to Washington
to meet the Great White Father
(where he hoped to bury the hatchet)
and save his Indian Nation...
checking into his hotel, the desk clerk asked,
"Do you have a reservation?"
The perfect poker face when playing cards
(his guards were nearly always broke)
said to be blood-thirsty, his winnings used he
to pay for educating children of the Apache.
He later rode with Pawnee Bill
in what was known as the 'Wild West',
(and what a circus)
a chief he never was,
1909
died of pneumonia all too soon,
'Geronimo Now a Good Indian,'
read the headline of The Chicago Daily Tribune.
I prayed for peace
No prayers were heard
I wondered if God existed
Their hands turned red
Lots of blood on the ground
I wondered whose blood was
The world of today is rumbustious
Their behavior is quiet obvious
It's every humans' right to do as they "please"
Who am I to restrict them from satisfaction of their desires?
My hands are trussed
We are lost with no direction like a wind
We are at the deepest point
Of which we can't simply make a knot
For us to never get misled
By our cold hearts that are devious
Unable to forgive each other and bury the hatchet
We have buried ourselves inside
Inside we are dying with regret,outside we care less
We live to set an example,be aware of the actions
We need peace within ourselves
The blood shed is enough
We still need to live altogether
Be peaceful like a dove,find peace planetary
Defined By Idioms
Naked truth, bent nails
dead men tell no tales
bad Apple, broken mirrors
burnt out light bulbs, crocodile tears
spilt milk, goose chase
two cents worth, rat race
rotten egg, bad to the bone
eagle eye, no place like home.
bat from hell,
pulled punch
big cheese,
no free lunch
can of worms, bleeding heart
knock on wood,
till death do us part
bite the bullet, checkered past
good as gold,
last laugh
burning bridges,
ball of wax
hold your horses start from scratch
wooden nickels ace up your sleeve
hair of the dog
all Greek to me
axe to grind
behind the eight ball
bigger they are
the harder they fall
jack of all trades cat's got your tongue
fair weathered friend
like father like son
small world
on thin ice
speak of the Devil roll of the dice
blood's thicker than water
lie like a rug
dime a dozen
when push comes to shove
dog eared pages
eye for an eye
bury the hatchet how time flies clean as a whistle C
chew the fat
crime doesn't pay. cover my ass
throw me under the bus gentle as a lamb
cold shoulder
hit the fan
buyer beware
woman's work never done
never say never
takes one to know one
come Hell or high water
pissing in the wind
pretty as a picture through thick and thin
beat a dead horse pass the buck
whole nine yards down on my luck
life’s a
don't rock boat
needless to say
go for broke
My life is the sum of trite cliches
Jaded expressions
so worthless so worn
I couldn't give it away
Snake oil does not cure the curse when it enters the blood
Two blind eyes have turned face inside they burn out of focus
Cold as ice cutting to the core nightshades has twisted the soul
love your enemies as they suffer from hate
it is time to bury the hatchet in words
When humans take away certain values we are left with monsters
Removing peace and justice that which dictates against the truth
Leaving this world to its vices instruct the ignorant
do right by God as we move forward getting closer to the grave
This personal death and abandonment has created in many
an individual fear in the shame one feels
is within that being judged by their own sins
??I watched TV from 8:35,
Until I saw Stargazing Live,
Which told me about the dive.
It got cold and dark,
It was the movement’s mark;
It was phenomenal, worth a remark.
I saw the whole thing,
Until the birds did again sing,
I felt like I was on an eagle’s wing.
You had to keep deciding, goon,
Which was the sun, and which the moon,
So that you didn’t get a wooden spoon.
It was a beauteous sight,
Of natural selection’s light,
Which also claims freedom’s might.
It was indeed magesti??c,
So I will not test it,
‘Cos that would be pathetic.
Life is not cryptic,
So just accept things, bury the hatchet,
And don't create for yourself another wicket.
I saw the small explosion, but felt safe,
Because I was at a distance, like a waif;
I didn't need to have a faith!
Evolution makes me feel included,
In that transitional static, so fluid;
That monumental fusion, not stupid.
The next eclipse is in 2026,
So please don't get into a fix:
You’ve got time to lick your lips.
There was an eclipse of the sun by the moon in the UK on Friday the 20th of March at about 8:35am until about 9:45am.
10/26/17
On the radio the sound of static
Got some bad habits
Broke many but am still an addict
Beyond all the semantics
Life isn't always fantastic
Occasionally graphic
And tragic
Not going to panic
Or become frantic
Slight brain damage
Still I manage
Burning and earning cabbage
Working hard going savage
In the beginning hardly had s***
Now am so close I can almost grab it
Working outside and inside an attic
Then going in and out of traffic
Occasionally eating food that is organic
And other junk on my palate
These fools are plastic
Being far too dramatic
Unwilling to bury the hatchet
Taking care of anything problematic
Being pragmatic
Changes in tactics
Keeping my balance
Using my talents
Across the planet
Out of this world intergalactic
Being enthusiastic
I always wanted money and a bad B****
Just trying to avoid being in a straight jacket
Out to help my family live lavish
Before I vanish
And am in a urn or casket
The Grinch
is the guy I want to pinch.
Why would that crazy fool
ever want to steal the yule?
Santa Claus,
I'm just a kid who has four paws,
so, I hope to see beneath the tree,
a chew toy just for me.
Frosty the Snowman,
you ain't got much left to show man -
just coals, a hat, and a carrot stick...
in a puddle. Your spree was over pretty quick.
Bob Cratchit
Did you catch it?
Scrooge says you got a raise.
For Tiny Tim, to God, let's praise.
Rudolf the Rednose Reindeer,
raised not very far from here,
hit the big time on Santa's sleigh,
with gifts for kids both young and grey.
Jack Frost,
I told you to get lost.
Move along, don't linger.
I can't even move a finger.
Bob Cratchit,
Scrooge will bury the hatchet.
Before he changes his views,
buy Tiny Tim's orthopedic shoes.
Santa Claus,
don't send me a toy because,
as I start to think,
help my dad, so he won't drink.
Frosty the Snowman,
your mom told you not to go, man,
outside to play in the sun.
A blizzard's a safer place to have fun.
The Grinch -
that's you, you Christmas monkey wrench.
You should be grateful to know that you
are the subject of a clerihew.