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Photo by US Navy WestPack Album—Gorelick 2nd top right
“Not Squared-Away”
Crawling and sliding through slimy debris
Knees scraped raw on the gritty hanger bay
We’re sailors on the carrier Coral Sea
Crossing the equator this bright April day
Our shellback ordeal-just good-natured hazing
A navy tradition; great nautical fun
Like pagons, it’s old King Neptune we’re praising
Great Zeus, let this filthy business be done!
Now shellbacks! We’ve made it unscathed, more or less
We toss our soiled clothes out to the ocean breeze
But I find myself in one hell of a mess
For I left my wallet in my dungarees!
Now drifting away is my navy ID
A grave offense if it’s lost or misplaced
It will no doubt be captain’s mast for me
Where I’ll be demoted! Denounced! Disgraced!
I stand at attention, rigid and straight
The captain shouts: You are not squared-away!
Sweating bullets, I ponder my dire fate
I’ll surely be thrown in the brig today
A lost ID at sea is close to a crime
A gross dereliction, stupid but rare
On just bread and water I will do my time
As I topple down the steps to despair
In solemn dread I now report to the chief
With a churning stomach and anguished mind
But now all fear lifts and I sigh in relief
As he snaps: Get to work; were falling behind
Written 9/11/22
************************Kelp Seaworthy***************,,,,
An interveiw with wrestling legend Brunei "Giant" Kwaku
Kelp.....)what's your issue with the Cedis Brothers? You
three were friends you use to travel up and down and all across the world with these guys, what's happened to that relationship?
Kwaku....) They are joker's man, my beef started with them one night in New York, we drove 12 hours to get their in a rental van, Ashoka and Yongle, my wife and me.We had reservations for two rooms, three beds at the Dangle Bed and Breakfast, well on our way to the lodge Yongle gets a call, this new guy where mentoring, Obateru Hammerstone, they told me he need a place to sleep, and they asked me if we could watch over him while they swapped the van for a conversation van, they said the guy was a big bumbling fat so
Who was in trouble with his wife, they said he'd be good company for them while they were at the restaurant. I said how will I identify the guy, they told me he was a fat runt with blond hair and he'd be wearing a gold leather jacket. I was
King of Hardcore champion at the time. I didn't want
So fan seeing me and my wife waiting for some guy I had never seen before, so I asked the manager to tell me if a guy in a gold jacket comes in looking for me, I took a set and didn't think twice, and all of a sudden I see this cameraman and I move my wife out of harm's way and this Tall big guy starts hitting me, I fell and next thing I know they are raising his hand as champion, I wanted that belt because it was rumored it was the belt they were uniting with the Nation eat Championship, and recognizing that guy as World's Champion, this ($@$+$) comes in and days later he was named the champ at my expence, I voweled to get these guys caused they made my life miserable. That's why I am here! Anybody that doesn't like them is my Freind and anybody who wants to make a name for themself is my Freind, that's what I'm doing here! That's what this is about!
Epigenetics?
I don't understand, but I wonder how come
I dream and remember things that happened
before I was born
perhaps caused when I am in my pram lay
absorbed without knowing what
the adults were talking about
my great-grandfather was a famed baker
who specialized in cakes and puddings
he had his own business, which his son my
grandfather squandered
I was drawn to the catering business
I no longer dream of my sister or my brother
they died young and have disappeared into
mythology
My mother I remember with fondness and
sadness, a hard-working woman with fierce
political opinions.
In later years, she succumbed to drinking and
took little interest in things around her
Of my father, I remember nothing
like looking into a blank wall, as my mother
once remarked I looked like my father
and she bore a secret smile.
One ominous thing is alcohol has played
and cast dark shadows through several
generations
I have myself suffered from this soul-eating
illness, I overcome by living far away and
in my writing
The addiction tendency is genetic
"Neglect is the biggest disease."
Monday is here and there is nothing to fear, the sun has gone down, and the moon has turned around; time is hanging on the tree and patience is waiting for thee. I booked a ticket to sunset land to observe what was going on, the air was not clear and lots of racketeering was going on over there, so I set my ship a sail and move towards of the rail, but as I approached the center of the sea, a sudden mist came out of nowhere and filled the sky that hangs over the sea. The boats were moving about but no one could see what was transpiring in the deep blue sea. Everything came to a standstill, but the mist kept moving rapidly up the stoic hill. Throw the carcass into the sea and let the spirit walk with thee. The creatures of the sea will have a feast and dine with the carcass until the day is done. There is mist over the sea and it is taking my energy away from me, so clear it up before it starts swelling up your gut. There is a mist over the sea, and it is following thee.
Você: são as pessoas como tu
que dão outra dimensão aos dias,
transformando a chuva em delirante orvalho
fazendo do inverno uma estação de rosas rubras.
São as pessoas como tu
que nos inspiram a ver o azul
no dorso das manhãs,
a estender os braços a todas as outras pessoas.
São as pessoas como tu
que não nos pedem nada
sempre tudo para dar,
e que fazem de nós nem ícaros nem prisioneiros,
mas homens e mulheres com a estatura da vida, capazes da beleza e da justiça, do sofrimento e do amor.
São as pessoas como tu que,
interrogando-nos,
se interrogam,
e encontram a resposta para todas as perguntas nos nossos olhos e no nosso coração.
São as pessoas como tu que por toda a parte deixam uma flor para que ela possa levar beleza e ternura a outras mãos.
São pessoas que estão sempre ao nosso lado para nos ensinar em todos os momentos, ou em qualquer momento, a não sentir o medo, a reparar num gesto, a escutar um violino.
São as pessoas como tu que ajudam a transformar o mundo.
Assuma isso é parta para seu destino: Transformar o mundo num lugar em que mais e mais pessoas vivam bem.
I remember only eight years in the past
A once beloved icon shocked a nation
Instantly he became an outcast
disrupting the flow, the Cheeto now hated
A business tycoon with many failures turned successes
Strong, bombastic and not the most polished speaker
Vitriol ensues but he endures the endless stresses
becoming a captivating political leader
To some he was Americas champion, strong on the world stage
To others he was a fascist, ripping away our rights
He was and still is our champion because all we want is change
Others pillage, plunder, burn and loot losing their damn minds
A billionaire that took on the challenge and embraced it
He risks much because he cares, fights for American exceptionalism
Those that revered him now despise him, call him racist
elitists and the news media fill our minds with such cynicism
Shots fired in Butler almost took his life, some believe it was staged
He stands, fists in the air screaming fight, fight, fight
His base of millions became more engaged but enraged
His resolve astonishing heightening his plight
He is now a kin to Hitler as the media turns up the slander
Minds are influenced with distasteful propaganda
No matter if you like him or not, that is never the answer
Yet he fights for what he believes further pushing his agenda
My favorite president, a fighter, a legend, a success
Others see him as a dictator, to our democracy he's a threat
Convictions, fake felonies even then they can't suppress
**I am one of his supporters. If you read this please keep any vile comments to yourself, I'm not the one to attack. We all have our beliefs, you may not like mine and that's fine. Proper discord is healthy for a functioning society and I welcome it.**
Jared Pickett
11/6/2024
Asavvy1
Just received a message of love
From a dear sweet soul in the Soup
It blew me away brought a tear to my eye
To feel such love whatta a hoot
These friendships here are quite common
The Soup is a place of goodwill
Where all can express our deepest feelings
Where our dreams are all fulfilled
A little voice inside keeps saying
“write something different”
Different to what may I ask?
I have surely written about every subject
There is to write about
No no! I can't write about THAT!
I'd get censored and my lifetime membership
Would be revoked
Anyway, writing that stuff is only to get attention
It's called “sensationalism”
The world press is particularly guilty of it
I understand they're in the business to sell papers
And add mucho dollars to their respective bank accounts
BUT a little discretion at times would certainly be in order
I'm not referring to any one particular article or story
Just expressing my thinking
Perhaps if events weren't sensationalized as much
The lunatic fringe would be more concerned with other things
Such as what they have to be thankful for
Instead of complaining about what others have and they don't
Am I dreaming???
ANTI-THESIS
Competitive economic experience
breeds business as usual
capital-growing cultures
with a special preference historical
for white privilege patriarchal
remembering and designing
left-brain dominant educational systems.
THESIS
Cooperative ecological economies
breed more organic networks
of permacultural health
and nutrition
and communication experience,
with a special historical preference
for ecofeminist Earth-empowered
deep learning
listening
noticing prime primal attachment relationships
between internal ego-
and external eco-
systemic balance,
harmony,
interdependent equity,
RightBrain HealthWealth Prominent,
liberal leftwing progressive,
freedom from isolated loneliness,
depression,
repression,
suppression,
AND
LeftBrain WealthHealth Dominant,
conservative rightwing defensive,
freedom to impressively
robustly
compassionately
nutritiously thrive
without eating the less brilliantly aristocratic help
and remembering to at least say
Please and Thank You and You Are Welcome,
is where civil rights end
and co-responsively begin.
I'm Just a Small Nobody
By Franklin Price
5/27/2016
I'm just a small nobody
Of these days I'm not a fan
I see all that is happening
Think this is how it all began
It began with losing values
As the few took full control
Made it all about the money
Let their greed condemn their souls
Rolled the dice and played the market
Became a winning bull or bear
Matters not much how they got it
That they've got it's all they care
When they got it they would flaunt it
With abandon flash it 'round
Walk on backs that made it happen
'Til they're lain beneath the ground
Money's not for money's sake
It's not what makes you rich
It's to care for people 'round you
I'm sure you've heard that age old pitch
Not what you have but who you are
Be it pauper, king or pawn
That will tell how you're remembered
By your history when you're gone
Respect is for respectful
Kindness for the kind
Love is for the loving
I think that's what you'll find
Richness is quite personal
Earned from friends and family
Treat all others as yourself
And true fortune you will see
i took the litany of your diagnosis
on the groove of my tongue
down on my knees, I welcomed your terminological dominion
over my awfully sullied canvas
i closed my eyes, submitting myself to your word’s sterilization
frosting over my elasticity until I’m exactly what you want
am I what you want me to be yet?
will I ever be enough for the words on your page?
my wrists tear against the bloody shackles
your covenant exacts its price against my emotional crimes
the miscommunicated ex-communication of my mercurial being
leaves my mind high and dry, higher and dryer
i’m a zombie to your cure
infected by your frame of thought
FIX ME
TO THE FLOORS OF YOUR BUREAUCRATIC APATHY
AS I SLOWLY BUT SURELY
DIE
IN YOUR ARMS
NOT COMFORTABLY
BUT NONETHELESS
in your arms.
…
So, what would YOU do for a Klondike Bar?