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The American Library Association
implores cognoscenti tubby alert
impersonators, who
call themselves Ernie and Bert
took a page from Sesame Street Playbook
oft times accompanied
by a Soundcloud of dirt,
boot none other then Pigpen,
(who worked for Peanuts),
and pay-dirt, though
dismissed, cuz he did not exert
true grit, plus more seriously scandalous
sordid details suppressed kept from press,
(which scurrilous breach of conduct
involved said scallywag
violating more than flirt
discovered in prurient compromised activity,
where his skin flute encircled,
with an ambrosia girt
transgressions possibly affected
public television station benefactors,
and sterling reputation of bottom line, nor hurt
locker talk (albeit via exaggerated mainly
to make a profit sounding proper
sanctimonious Cliff (hanging) notes,
asper faux expected by
a "FAKE" trumping prophet,
sans motley crue comic
stripped of more'n
motion picture PG ratings,
hence future lurid, graphic,
banal, ampersand
(&) dressing room banter
muted, disallowed, and banned
so storied characters birthed by Charles Shulz,
(who passed away prior to near canned
aforementioned indiscretion debacle)
returning amidst fanfare hoopla
much as possible grand
jour "Making Peanuts Great Again" hand
diddly restoring full metal paperback jacketed
glory and apple pie order land
ding rebirth of cherished popular iconic
easy to digest bookworm feed
which unexpectedly, inadvertently,
and horrifyingly
brewed ferocious breed
on par with the Alaskan Bull Worm,
whereat armed guards
strategically stationed
at libraries entrances indeed
aware voracious young readers,
would pay no heed
to any obstacle, and such unstoppable
ravishing knowledge
hungry kids did exceed
capacity security details dashed away,
faster then Clifford
the big red dog speed!
Near forty years, I plied my craft,
Anticipated each new day.
Indeed, most nights, I would have laughed
To think that I’d just walk away.
I delved in magic in my time
I plumbed the depths with cryptic codes
With methods compact and sublime
Though oft I kicked against the goads.
Perfection sought though rare attained
Oft disallowed by time constrained
But O those moments, when obtained
A glimpse of pure, of the unstained
Down through the years, far in the past,
In tongues not spoken, scarcely seen,
We wrangled bits, locations cast
And other crimes, dark and obscene.
I often raged ‘gainst the machine
And failed to quell its savage breast.
Long seemed the spans, far in between
To outcomes daemons, grudging, blessed
’Twas these brief times, joy-filled, I yearned
That brought me, wanting, back for more
Full knowing where I’d soon return:
Depression’s edge, despair’s dark door
This wondrous game of love and hate
Near forty years I played this well
And never did my hunger sate
‘Twixt heaven’s gate and depths of hell
Yet here I stand, I do not feel
The draw, the tug upon my soul
I wonder how that passion, zeal
Just disappeared, yet left no hole
The Lord has blessed me with my bride
With strolls in country green and fair
With stories, small ones at my side,
With fellowships, to cherish, share
And so I find it curious
To have invested so much time
Most certain, not injurious
And yet, to walk and chase a rhyme…
"American Montra" Made Dyce"You Can:t be Syrus"
Dantresser submit to his "Dragonhamner" Claw
At 7:05 in Quebec to become the Canadian heavyweight Champion.
Visiting stars from China and Angola were
Presented awards from the international
Busy fund, Handsome Stan Kuerer took exception
To the event, and challenged the Visitors
To a tag match against he, and a partner
Of his choosing,the visters excepted
And the Promter of the region disallowed
The Handsome Stan Kuerer to team with
His fellow stable mate And order
Him to team with Asu Amoriz "the Tention
Senncion". The match ended @12:01
When. Asu pinned the China national champion
Following an off the toprope belly to belly..
Not so Fast Mister
__________________________________
They were at ringside!
I didn't know it was them!
25 of them, when.
When the intermission
Was announced two of
them jumped the rail and
took the microphone.
They said things, things about
business affairs. They showed
a tape. The dwindling audience
going to venders and the restrooms
Were seen stopped to listen.
We heard them say,"we are tryna
get a working agreement to unify
Twenty regional titles, and three
International titles here in the (@&$?)
Under the big city lights" .
For 30 minutes they talked when intermission was over and the officials came back to
ringside. The guys were asked to take there
seats, they did The match was announced and
the combatants entered the ring, and suddenly
19 men with there regional titles stormed the ring. They sat and refused to leave the ring. The two company's and the referee stood ringside.
While the guys wouldn't leave , the referee started the match ringside, saying it would be an inverted lumberjack match. None of the management teams ringside objected and the match took place. At 5:00 mins. One combat scored a pinfall At the end the "Guy in Charge"
Came through the curtain. He disallowed the match to be entered in the Contention Book. He fined the referee and suspended talks between the company's and called security to escort all
the regional champions to be removed.And cleared the ringside attendants.All backup teams took there place. And he apologized to both the live audience and home audience. And went to break and forced a "non speak clause"
refusing to allow them to speak of the happenings.
There are so many annoying sounds that surround us,
That we are often tempted to notify the police!
(Sounds causing consternation and such an awful ruckus),
To obtain much needed quiet and restful peace!
Some of the sounds could be disallowed,
If we were more considerate of each other;
For example barking mutts and music so loud,
Roaring automobiles and other such bother!
But the sounds that never bother me,
And I hear them each and every day,
Are the sounds of freedom that keep us free;
Sounds made for the protection of the good ol' US of A!
The scream of aircraft launching from a base;
On the firing range the roar of booming gun;
Means our forces are keeping training pace,
Ensuring peace is preserved for everyone!
Sounds of freedom bring comfort to my soul,
Knowing the military keeps us free from strife,
And that they have everything under control,
Defending our precious American way of life!
(I live about 5 miles from Fort Carson, Colorado, and hear the rattle of
musketry, the boom of cannon and the sounds of helicopters every day!
During the day I'm soothed with the dulcet sounds of Reveille, and other bugle calls throughout the day. At 1000PM each evening I hear the mournful
sound of Taps. Peterson AFB is nearby and I hear the scream of jets reaching for the blue. Some local people are irritated by these sounds, but to me they
will always be THE PRECIOUS SOUNDS OF FREEDOM!)
Robert L. Hinshaw, Chief Master Sergeant, USAF, Retired
Recent reports indicate that as many as 36%
of community college students are food deprived.*
In times like these, our country could easily transition
from food deprived to 'food denied'. May God forbid.
By now, history should have taught us that if not properly
handled, we are one panic away from disastrous pandemonium.
In Biblical time, there was a food bank, and distribution of food was
being made. It appears that this practice may have been a new form of
assisting people in need. By today's standards, this was a small Christian
endeavor endorsed and promoted by the local church in Jerusalem. This new
enterprise took place after Jesus' ascension and some time after the festival of Pentecost; perhaps that same year. Things were off to a good start as converts gave of their means to aid each other and the new converts which were growing daily.
And then it happened. The Jewish leaders of the food distribution ministry were accused of being partial and discriminating against the Greeks. This was surely a cause for panic, but this problem was immediately resolved at the highest level. There was panic, but not a riot. There was resolution without government interference or politics. Harmony and tranquility were reestablished with minimal disturbance.
Right and righteous leadership was appointed without distracting or causing the greater purpose to be compromised. Immediate and wise response, not reaction, allowed the panic but disallowed a pandemonium. The times and seasons may differ, but people are the same; and wise and proper principles work on any and every continent.
072921PSCtest, Panic At The Food Bank, Kai Michael Neumann *Abigail Johnson "AJ" Hess @AbigailJHess
Lonely
When wandering alone away from crowds
I find it most soothing watching high clouds
Fascinating as they meander by
An outdoorsy movie held in the sky.
Only the lonely discern why we cry
We're sadly lonesome is the reason why
It’s well known that puffy eyed clouds cry too
They cry because desolated folk do.
Once upon a high cloud I was dreaming
Faraway from swarms of folk appearing
A dazzling castle was there on the cloud
With music and dancing, tears disallowed.
Over the rainbow Prince Charming came by
To claim his Princess right there in the sky
Venus the bright shining Goddess of love
Waved her magic dust o’er the night for us.
Angels came from somewhere, it was so grand
Dancing to an entranced castle dance band
We waltzed in the moonlight amongst the stars
Did a galaxy jig with planet Mars.
Too soon we were out of allotted time
At stroke of midnight bells began to chime
My Prince then got down on his bended knee
And began sweetly proposing to me.
Suddenly there was an almighty flash
The cloud it crashed and the castle collapsed
My dream disappeared into forever
Flown off to the land of Never, Never.
I woke to find myself sad and lonely
My dream cloud had been only boloney.
15th September 2021
''L'' Contest New or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
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Pressure to impress, perceived ineptitude, kills
Incapable of King imitation, blame plagued eyes
Publicly pressed to deliver sought after replica
Infiltrated by inescapable history Ben despised
Failed expectation driven prime of life suicide
Hailed Presley descendant, drifted pale ghost
Image Siamesed by status of rock relic
Near half century after legend's last show
Name advantage presented pedestal
Keough's fears disallowed him to use it
Comparisons ping ponged constantly
Admirers did so in Grandad's perusal
Poverty is struggle, earning the right to survive
Power's hunger pressure cooked untimely suicide
He walks with a limp, dog in tow,
lives on streets, 'neath an azure sky
says, "Morning," with smiles as he goes
Wears logo, "Like you, I could fly."
but people compartmentalize.
He's one of the derelict crowd,
some say they must be disallowed.
Kindness calls us to contemplate
what they go through, no longer proud
with mishaps, we may own same fate.
Years ago, a life-drawing group
met near spot homeless congregate.
Some were asked to be model troup
Honored, none seemed to hesitate,
we had their plight to contemplate.
Then we saw them as people are.
yet all carried homelessness scar--
their eyes were sad, seldom wore smiles,
pleased we chose them as our co-star.
we learned: we have not walked their miles.
February 6, 2023
For "Writing Challenge, D-Word" contest
by Constance La France
howmanysyllables.com
First Place!
An English country garden
so evocative of times gone by
recalling all the many plants
lovingly sown by Granny and I
Majestic Lupins and Hollyhocks
so tall they almost touched the sky
Lily-of-the-Valley and Forget-me-nots
tiny flowers loved by Granny and I
London Pride and Morning Glories
no longer taking pride of place
pretty Violas and Pansies
velvet petals with a sweet smiley face
Old fashioned Roses
their beauty was sublime
such a heavenly fragrance
belonging to another time
Today our plants are brash and loud
as they try to make a statement
delicate beauty disallowed
no fragrance wafting like a cloud
Precious memories returning
of a Granny I loved so
together gathering fragrant blooms
we’d tie them with a satin bow
Perfecting a fragrant posy
a centerpiece for our table
precisely at the stroke of three
Granny and I enjoyed afternoon tea
Written 15th October 2018
3rd PLACE
Contest CHOICE Flower Verse
Sponsor Brian Strand