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I dwell between two major figures
Where twenty borders twenty-one
A child of age bygone, it figures
What I lived through can’t be undone
I keep on seeing a commotion
A whirl, a trend that leaves me awed
Perpetual flow, mankind’s motion
It’s weird, puzzling, odious, odd
One’s mom and dad aren’t in the picture
YouTube will teach you every trick
By God, the influencer’s scripture
Takes over you, you get a kick
This is the century of sexes
And not just two, but whole bunch
Imagine that, all intersexes
Try as you may, there isn’t a hunch
The time of minds torn to pieces
Boyhood and girlhood wounded bad
The schools dispense wokeism feces
With moral guidance preached by cads
We witnessed honor compass breaking
We held it close, it showed the way
Precedes disaster in the making
Whole generation washed away
The country borders - simply lines
On map they run, ramparts they’re not
So, hordes ignore the border signs
Without fear of being caught
The world got smaller, can't go places
Where danger lurks with bated breath
Inflation earnings outpaces
To stay afloat – work to death
What’s gone is privacy, forever
And cam now lives on every pole
I couldn’t imagine, never ever
That every car shall run on coal
The Paly flag would stand for hatred
And Star of David – Nazi sign
The Holy Land – no longer sacred
And being Jew means get maligned
Don’t have to be, just make impression
Puffed cheeks and chest – signs of success
Distinguish lies from truth, big question
And states of ‘blue’ are in distress
The money isn’t worth the paper
Go buy some groceries and see
Subscribe, watch, comment is the caper
Go steal from store and then run free
A million voices telling tales
On what to buy, cook, wear - sweet talk
Taste, think, use, carry – with details
In billion phones around the clock
You owe your life to rabid viewers
Can never stop, content is king
Most weird acts attract YouTubers
While bank account goes ‘cha-ching’
Forever jealous, mean and bitter
This ain’t my way and never be
All worthy news are found on Twitter
To filter noise is the key
Elections screwed and prosecutions
This crazy world, it goes awry
Mankind engulfed by evolution
The times, in which we live and die
May 27, 2024
.Inspired From Sapper French's Diary from April 23. 1916
"Come On Over Fritz"
Rain like a shower down my back off a thin wooden lath
It’s cold and miserable unlike the remembered welcome hot bath
Air so bad we cannot breathe, today don’t feel much like taking this path.
Gas bombs are falling a thick yellow cloud is rolling our way.
Pray God the wind catches and sends it astray.
Thank God no gas lungs for us today…
We used the same trick as miners with a canary bird to test for gas
But we caged a mouse instead to test the air if it died we would not pass
We got sick, but the mouse survived, oh telling us; what an ass.
Got a cut upon my leg, the doctor says it’s septic
What a relief a hospital bed, lots of company, analeptic
I though this war was right, now I’m becoming a sceptic.
Back in the field scores of bodies lying dead
Personalities cut down stuck in mud ahead
Blood bath, bodies everywhere we tread.
Walking in water up to our knees without ease
Found water cress, so good with bread and cheese.
A little comfort, although not much sitting in this bise.
It’s strange something simple like finding water cress
Can give us an unsophisticated pleasure in this gory mess
Eating and drinking, amidst body parts - no less.
But we had to do what we could with for every inch we could gain
How the mighty fall the Germans came to our trench of mud and rain
With grenades, daggers and bayonets – most stayed, face down; slain.
A huge German solider was patched up by our own lads
An older man with a scratch; reminded us all of our dads
It’s remarkable we fight and kill, yet untold efforts to mend these cads.
August the tenth a strange day a German stuck his head over the barbette
One of our boys called out “Come on over fritz” as if he did it for a bet
Fritz relied in perfect English “no blooming fear” happy just to have met.
After the respite of banter back and forth
New orders went out to be followed henceforth
Anyone talking to the enemy would be arrested thenceforth.
Entered into Mark Toney's
Poetry Marathon mile 7 contest
First there was oblivion, before emptiness began
Then everything grew from a (dot) and so forth into man
Using reverse extrapolation, large brains, and a plan
Intelligent beings worked this out, as only they can
Logic itself explains two plus two, if you do the math
Belief invokes a loving god, yet threatens words of wrath
Philosophy brings wisdom, but follows different paths
They all leave unanswered questions, and I don’t accept that
Some say why bother, ultimately we will all expire
Life doesn’t need reason, it’s a cosmic quirk we acquired
No creatures besides few humans, actually inquire
To what the fu*k is going on, driving me to great ire
Here on a rocky planet, in no mean region of space
Between infinite voids, our very own goldilocks place
Nowhere else in this universe, does life emit a trace
Two trillion galaxies of numpties, til we showed our face
What makes us so special, all beings are made of stardust
We observe novas and quanta, build weapons that use thrust
Split atoms, launch rockets, measure time, use tools to adjust
The apex of life, not out of choice, more because we must
Our task may seem absurd, whatever compels us is not
A universe seeks a god, and we’re the best eyes its got
Who else figured reality, grew from a tiny (dot)
And we will stop at nothing, to see past fate as our lot
Now we’re becoming gods, creating A.I. in the lab,
A logical next step, for robotic fingers that grab
No doubt will kill and rebel, try putting us on a slab
Exactly like we strung up Jesus, in one foul backstab
Oh who would be man, his intelligence driving us mad
Capable of loving deeds, only every bit as bad
Aberrations by design, or infused by E.T. cads
What the fu*k is going on, again what the fu*k, I add!
05/31/23
W T F got an N/A Doh!
"Dreamy Cadillacs"....COLOURFICATION
Decided one Sunday afternoon to indulge in something I love!
Being "Olde School" with an "e" and a Cadillac classic car buff.
I went to this show and was blown away by all the "Cads" I did see!
I'll describe some of them to you! Come take this journey with me!
The first to drop my jaw was a '50's turquoise El Dorado!
Just when I thought I'd seen it all there was a Brougham that was indigo!
By now I am reeling! These cars are quite the sight to be seen...
"Oh No!!!.... Are you kidding me?, that '60's Coupe De Ville is tangerine!"
Once again, I am in a daze by what just caught my sight...
a '77 Eldo Biarritz that is seashell and malachite!
Ok, I was in love and in Heaven and "OH WOW!"....don't you know,
there was a '68 Fleetwood De Ville that was platinum and fandango!
"Stick a fork in me! I'm done!", I said! I was ready to pack it in!
When I turned around, there it was!....Another Eldo that was aureolin!
"Ok get me a stretcher!"...I needed something to lie down on!
There was a '74 Cadillac hearse that was the beautiful color of fawn!
Now although this was not a classic, it was decked out and beautifully made-
the best for last at the end of this journey was a rosso corsa Escalade!
WTA-IV 3/12/2016
"Dreamy Cadillacs"
for COLOURFICATION Contest by Silent One
Turquoise, Indigo, Tangerine, Seashell, Malachite,
Platinum, Fandango, Aureolin, Fawn, Rosso Corsa
*With some of the truly eloquent winners already submitted,
this was a fun challenge*
Poets and The World
6/28/2025
I got a cup of steaming,cinnamon coffee at dawn..
Knew it would be one-hundred,, outdoo and I hastily yawned!
Got my ipad to read Poetry Soup and read some poet- cads,
It seems some poets, just dedicated to being angry or sad!
The world is not going the way of their childish, selfish hopes
So their only joy is to drown all world leaders as dopes?
Morning condemnation is their breakfeast sensation.
And serve it to us.,on a hateful, putridpoetic presentation
Only…it is not poetry! Just empty souls,who pollute us with fear…
Who consider, their writing, vast vessels of to smear!
Why don’t you tell us of the ghastly sins on your hearts?
One is envy, one is a natiion you write about killing~ you are mean, not smart!
Why not gratefull be, love all fellow men, show us your human heart?
Jealousy is a Vice red,I feel like I am walking in it!
So you despise the rich, as if they were pure,rancid crud?
Tell us of what university you did attend, great or small!
Stop being so small, destroying wih your pen!
All who gave much to employ and a made a chance for us to get ahead!
You might think you are intellectually hot stuff?
Because you destroy countries and humans with
with your poisonous pen!
But God gave you no such command,,my friend.
To all the other poets with humility and who write with elegance and wonder, I thank you so much. You are examples to me of God’s Shining Touch.
Danke,
Pangie
...What room is there for merit in
a bubble that’s so ruled by fear?
Any who dares have principles
will be out of work in a year,
the industry is designed to
give only the servile cheers,
tell me, is that the type of soul
you really want bending your ear?
And given how often these folks
go into and out of rehab,
and all the health problems they face
chasing the latest new age fad,
and all the infidelity,
the strings of marriages gone bad,
why would we think they know better?
Why imitate decadent cads?
And finally we should look at
the huge elephant in the room,
the behavior of the actors
that will lead to eternal doom,
the casting couch and actresses
who willingly sell the boom-boom
for bit parts in forgotten films,
their reward? Depression and gloom.
Worse than them are all the pedos,
the abuse at work in the town,
these actors all know about it,
they do nothing to tear it down,
when it comes to real cowardice
these behaviors must take the crown;
do they even think of these kids,
the damaged souls that they are now?
The Greeks and Romans saw actors
as little better than prostitutes,
and now, two thousand years later,
that pretty much remains the truth.
To take advice from such people
means you might just have a screw loose,
do not listen to the actors,
nothing they say is good for you.
Emma Rutledge
1876-1914
Greetings my friends,
From this forgotten frump,
This long-dead girl who now haunts
This yawning ghost garden here.
In life, my tongue tasted many terrible lies;
All just worthless words from men,
Men I’d just as soon see dead
While I was alive still.
Just as soon see them buried deep in the dirt,
One after the other,
Here in these fragrant acres of hard silence.
One might think that a smart girl like me,
Might have learned a thing or two,
While breathing still;
Learned that the proffered promises
Of erstwhile cads about town,
Had as much value and reliability
As a sucking sandpit!
But ladies, pray tell my friends,
You know all too well what I speak of!
We all know of their irresistible charms,
And we all know of their universal mendacity!
Even now, damn them all!
“Stay away from me! Stay away!”
But alas, there is some consolation,
Some slight soulful comfort,
Here in this yawning ghost garden;
Here beyond the spiritual membrane:
They are all sleeping now, sleeping
Sleeping as motionless as bears sleep,
Deep, deep in the icy twilight
Of forgotten existence.
I was always the little guy,
Picked on for my size,
Pushed and prodded in the halls,
Cowered to nothing by their calls,
They threw rocks at me every day,
So I would leave early on my way,
And wore two coats with hoods,
Rocks only striking when I stood,
Sometimes they'd throw boulders,
And they glanced off my shoulders,
And then I would come back in pain,
With yesterdays tear stains,
Once they crippled me for days,
Hitting my legs, oh what pains,
But then my dad took me in,
And I grew into a young man,
And two years later I returned,
And now the tables were turned,
You see I grew a foot taller,
And no longer was I smaller,
I visited those who threw stones,
And none of them had grown,
As I did those past two years,
And I couldn't pay back the tears,
For I knew their sudden plight,
They were too small to fight,
But they soon left my brother alone,
This was the gift I gained from stone,
So from bullied to protector I moved,
And the little ones all approved,
Of the new big friend they now had,
And how I stopped those bullying cads.
To the North, South, East, and West...
Geniuses are lost in the jaunty jewels of rakish cads,
The hazard morsel palaver allot odium on idioms...
Rankle virulent mishmash wheeze addle chagrin jives,
Loosing a volley of expletives ordure waft charmed oafs,
Self-iniquity gull maven heresy when blighted wizardry jinxes,
Ticklish cynic infidel swindle dupe cozen duress...
Squall patois and whammy sham schemas wriggle hoaxes,
Charlatans and hoodlums melange to dunce vows,
A shyster unquiet quivers with jester gestures now...
Semi-sacrilege vitiate and endemic jargon raze imps,
This collides as a white energy as dolt hooligan knaves beget...
Colloquial bilge putrefy, the rascals soon flatter us,
Bollix of potpourri lingo wanes to tutelary tongues,
Harlequin coercion argot musical novellas in history,
Pray our shifting shrapnel of karma, varnish boor minds,
Erstwhile, live grenades made of better lives are unvanquished as they are
thrown by unsung heroes into the North, South, East, and West,...amen...
Ive drafted this with all my heart
Hoping you will accept and read with all your heart
Let me start by telling you who you are
You are the only one whom I love
Your heart isn't as black as tar
Therefore you are the right person to get my love.
Yes, I know you aren't believing this
But as you finish reading, you will believe
I wasn't able to tell you this
Because I didn't have the courage and chance
But now, I have a little courage
I dont wanna call you 'dear'
I wanna call you 'my valentine'
I have an indefinable affection for you, yes YOU!!
And God knows why
Please dont blame me, because it's you
Who made me fly.
Have you ever noticed that I run out of words
When talking face to face with you, angel?
Don't listen to those cads
I wanna show you the right romantic way, my girl.
I love everything about you, internally and externaly
Please understand me
I love you wholeheartedly
Everything you want, tell me
I love you extra gorgeous lass
Hope you have understood