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On Reading Bertrand Russell --
A History of Western Philosophy
copyright date 1945
Trenchant treatise purchased
August 25th, 2020
at Limerick Chapel Book Sale
(in Church gym)
offered old library books
cost 25 cents apiece.
Musty tome
seventy five years out of print
found welcome home
nevertheless mine brown
myopic eyes eagerly roam
affixing knowledge
within fifty plus shades
double fisted size
gray matter with cerebral dome.
Aging long haired pencil necked geek
said storied author I effusively bespeak,
his whose pedantic trademark style
revered analogous to beholding
resplendent riches property
of selfless sheikh.
Impossible mission to describe
intoxicating sensation when
yours truly doth imbibe
superfluous words cannot oversubscribe
most august emotional vibe.
Though agog where euphoria doth alight
each word, sentence, paragraph...
metaphorical tasty bite
read outloud with deliberate delight
(tis akin to kid in candy store)
senses luxuriate across
elapsed millenniums excite
genuine fanciful flight
comfortably numbskull buzzfeeding
until time for goodnight
becoming learned about height
civilizations flourished
food for thought insight
bedazzling mental receptors
as if fingers fondle jadeite
perhaps carved as
chess piece (think) knight
phosphorescence generating light
emanating courtesy enthusiasm
powered thru awesome might
thru simple pleasure reading
me oblivious to approach of night
ever since boyhood reveled within world
printed pages poured splendor
(worth more than fine spun gold) outright
dependable catharsis to ameliorate
most any psychological plight
strong medicine agreeable with
garden variety generic bookworm quite
now if ye will please pardon me
aye venture to experience
remote contra dancing right
fully ceased going since coronavirus (COVID-19),
if curious just access
https://www.thursdaycontra.com/
virtualDance.html website.
The world has been love with coronavirus,
And you only talk about that,
Like high school girls fretting over the handsome dude.
I never knew this Corona,
And when he came I decidedly broke up
(Eventhough I was never loved).
I don't want to be in love with
Someone who leaves everyone dying,
I don't like any of the cool dudes
Who rise up by bullying.
I'm not the girl to swoon and fall,
Because it's Corona, and I'm not in love with him.
Wherever I go, his name I only hear,
And all wearing masks as if he's impressionable,
But all I know is that everyone he impresses,
With what to me is disgusting,
And to hide from his death stare,
I obliviously follow them in fear, but isn't altogether fear.
Rejection Slips 4
Editor's Notes
by Michael R. Burch
Eat, drink and be merry
(tomorrow, be contrary).
( and complain
in bad refrain,
but please, not till I'm on the plane!)
Write no poem before its time
(in your case, this means never).
Linger over every word
(by which, I mean forever).
By all means, read your verse aloud.
I'm sure you'll be a star
(and just as distant, when I'm gone);
your poems are beauteous (afar).
Less Heroic Couplets: Rejection Slip
by Michael R. Burch
pour Melissa Balmain
Whenever my writing gets rejected,
I always wonder how the rejecter got elected.
Are we exchanging at the same Bourse?
(Excepting present company, of course!)
I consider the term “rejection slip” to be a double entendre. When editors reject my poems, did I slip up, or did they? Is their slip showing, or is mine?
Ode to Postmodernism, or, Bury Me at St. Edmonds!
by Michael R. Burch
"Bury St. Edmonds—Amid the squirrels, pigeons, flowers and manicured lawns of Abbey Gardens, one can plug a modem into a park bench and check e-mail, files or surf the Web, absolutely free."—Tennessean News Service. (The bench was erected free of charge by the British division of MSN, after a local bureaucrat wrote a contest-winning ode of sorts to MSN.)
Our post-modernist-equipped park bench will let
you browse the World Wide Web, the Internet,
commune with nature, interact with hackers,
design a virus, feed brown bitterns crackers.
Discretely-wired phone lines lead to plugs—
four ports we swept last night for nasty bugs,
so your privacy's assured (a threesome's fine)
while invited friends can scan the party line:
for Internet alerts on new positions,
the randier exploits of politicians,
exotic birds on web cams (DO NOT FEED!) .
The cybersex is great, it's guaranteed
to leave you breathless—flushed, free of disease
and malware viruses. Enjoy the trees,
the birds, the bench—this product of Our pen.
We won in with an ode to MSN.
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There is an inhuman and invisible enemy that must be stopped. The Coronavirus reminds me of one of the last great menaces to the world and to God. There once lived an evil man, threatening, deceitful, and manipulative. It was as if he rose from the dry ash heaps to the top of a fiery hill, which should not have been surprising because there is always a smoldering from the last fire. Moreover, when he rose to power, with deadly force, he swept across a continent. He excelled through the power of FEAR and appeasement.
As a dictator, he possessed and controlled the means of producing massive weapons with plans to unveil even greater weapons of mass destruction.
Prior to him, it appeared that the age of kingdoms and empires were over and a whole new world of republics was going to be the new norm. Unfortunately, this new dictator was intent on creating an entirely new world. For starters, he had evil intentions of wiping out an entire race of people, and but for the grace of God, he nearly succeeded.
He was a master of manipulation and struck with the force of intimidation and terror, aligning himself with like-minded perpetrators of death and destruction. Like an epidemic, he sought hosts to attack and kill like the coronavirus. He was the deadly disease that became a pandemic nightmare as he defeated one country after another.
For a while, it seemed the world was frozen with FEAR and hypnotized by his spell of hate, and by the time the free world awakened and opposed him, 6 million Jews were murdered. He and his reign of terror ended as did others like him, as will all other enemies of God and civility. Most would agree that Hitler and the likes of him were indeed like a virus.
All would agree that FEAR is indeed torment, but the turning point begins when our FEARS are faced. In conclusion, those who governed and fought the human virus in the 40s became known as "The Greatest Generation". They were thus because they prayed, faced their FEARS, resisted their enemy, and fought to the end. May this, our generation, do no less.
031920PoSp
Corona Crisis
viral virus
no immunity no vaccine watch the community start collapsing
people dying
people lying
I’m suspicious of the timing
Brexit Trump forgotten items
pandemic dread a new horizon
governments all left advising
Crikey don't let no one near ya
isolation mass hysteria
but what’s most surprising
toilet paper sells just keep on rising
It's like a movie
people worried people moody
as the virus moves free
you seen those riots in Hong Kong lately
or US Taliban create a peace
Brexit Brussels swept under the rug
there’s no news to watch but this bloody bug
is it real or just made up
if you get it that's some real bad luck
coronavirus..... oh shut up
How can I say what is on my heart
A heart that grew up on a farm day and night
It beat with respecting others
Our black neighbor was as loved as the white
What we are seeing today is beyond this
It seems clear the inequality every hour
Satan is running around uncontrolled
Don't laugh, he seeks to devour
We have the power to control through devout prayer,
But with prayer we have to see where we are
What is our role in respect towards one another?
We have a voice to others near and far.
The pandemic of Coronavirus has only begun--
Our nation weakened with health fear
Crowds moved in with violence on mind
When country is weak both far and near
Citizens vulnerable - those without jobs or health
Leadership seems reactive rather than pro-active.
Burning buildings, looting struggling businesses
Outsiders shooting setting fires harming how others live
Police brutality is horrible with acts of hatred seen
It is different today because all can see;
Over and over and over-again and again; Fear abounds
Perhaps, turn off your Google; turn off TV
We can imagine what Lincoln or Reagan or Roosevelt
Or Obama would do to silence the masses;
The Coronavirus brought in to our country more
than a killer virus; it brought in lost businesses,
Fine vulnerable persons-all races-flattened
Without means of finances, food or voice--
Wake up America, be careful of your vote but vote
It is your gift. Study carefully your choices.
Millions of dollars wasted on useless rhetoric--
Commercials played repeatedly ad nauseum
Hunger abounds; they want to win but why for what?
Study to carefully know yourself and them,
Support your police, encourage the fine servants
Who are under attack because of a few with violence
We have a wonderful country-USA-so do your part
Pray to the Almighty, evaluate your role from here hence.
Not many can go back to the farm’s life of yesteryear,
But we can work for equality: white, red, brown, black, yellow
Are suffering, too. Some of us are living on a shoestring
Be alert to love God and our neighbors as ourselves.
- Evelyn Pearl Carpenter Anderson
They cheered the great Fauci
and knelt before his unction -
praised and defended the man
who funded Gain of Function
They bowed to the great Fauci
and anointed him so pious -
crowned him and put in charge
of his own SARS coronavirus
They listen to the great Fauci
and urge us to get the jab -
parrot his words that the virus
didn't come from Wuhan Lab
They applaud the great Fauci
for a social distancing rule -
and wearing like herded sheep
silly masks only fit for a fool
They turn to the great Fauci
to push vaccines and sneer -
and say it will stop the spread
but instead they spread fear
They worship the great Fauci
when your rights they rob -
for threatening your livelihood
and for threatening your job
They lionised the great Fauci
for to not do so was a sin -
yet pushed fake efficacy drugs
and demonised Ivermectin
They idolised the great Fauci
for locking us in our home -
and isolating your healthy kids
when sick and old are prone
They heroise the great Fauci
for Big Pharma compliance -
with his fawning media stooges
telling us to trust the science.
They protect the great Fauci
from our pry and our scold -
for lies under oath to Congress
and the secrets he does hold.
They cheered the killer Fauci
and knelt before his unction -
praised and defended the man
who funded Gain of Function!
Written: 7 April 2024
On the street.
Want to eat.
Virus clown
shut stores down.
Pastry shop!
I will stop.
Cakes and pies -
sweet surprise.
I smell those
with my nose.
Man in mask
starts to ask . . .
Fresh pie or
petit four?
Two of each.
Make them peach.
Donut too.
That will do.
Seeing that
I feel fat!
But I pay
and I say:
Where to sit
to eat it?
Strain to hear
words unclear.
Realize
with my eyes . . .
space too small
wall to wall.
Six foot rule
not too cool.
Drop on street
every treat.
Dogs run by.
Lick each pie.
Leave no crumb.
I feel dumb.
Covid takes
even cakes.
Sept. 15, 2020
Originally for Beth Evans' "Threes, Please Poetry Contest"
A poem made up of three-syllable rhymes, showing a lighter side of it.
For the Coronavirus (Covid-19) Poetry Contest of Robert James Liguori
Cognizant of COVID 19 and its harsh impact
on global welfare it has seriously attacked
midst health threats with economic sabotage as grievous fact…
we pray: Oh, God, enable us so we can with Your peace, rightfully react.
Gripped by this novel pandemic
causing us to fear, worry, and panic
leading hearts to become pathetic or pessimistic…
we ask: Oh God, intensify our hope as we trust You to heal* the sick.
Trusting Your supreme hand over global changes and every country
believing Your omniscience upon signs of times in world history
acknowledging Your perfect will against this current misery…
we trust You oh, God, to keep us shielded inside Your compassion’s victory.
Exposed to separation-angst of those fellows within “lockdown”
witnessing community quarantine for affected city and town
experiencing difficulties brought by this virus with so-called crown…
we plead: Oh, God, uphold our faith; cheer us midst our frown.
Informed, warned and educated to stay calm above this grim reality
vanquishing fake news, but spreading kindness, marked by sincerity
intensifying hygienic practice for safety beyond selfish purity…
we cling to You, oh, God Who is control of the situation by Your sovereignty.
*2Chronicles 7:14 If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.
March 16, 2020
Edited on December 30, 2021
4th place, "Coronavirus (COVID-19)" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Robert James Liguori; judged on 12/31/2021.
Written by Gail DeBole
on March 13, 2020
Fictional poem
The First Real Case of the Coronavirus
(or The Coronavirus Stew Recipe)
Nobody knows that this is really the way
The Coronavirus came here to stay.
A witch who was looking for a new supper brew
Concocted a recipe of a tasty bat stew.
The recipe was easy, a few this and thats
One frog’s ear and a big black rat.
The ingredient that would make the stew fine
Was a bat’s wing marinated in wine.
All served on top of a Yew Tree Leaf
Who needed steak when she had bat beef?
The meat was cooked rare with a slight tinge of pink
And smelled like a mixture of evil and stink.
The next day her witch friends found her alone
In a position that could only be prone.