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A chill creeps in at morningtime,
the harbinger of winter climes,
and yet the crispness feels divine;
at least it does to me.
There’s a scent of moldering leaves,
they flutter down upon the breeze,
the earth below they all will feed;
how it is meant to be.
Then comes a whiff of new wood smoke,
no, not the kind that hippies toke,
a fire that warms like a cloak;
it kicks up the degrees.
Out for a walk, the scent of blood,
that’s coming from the neighbor, Doug,
the deer he hunted, now he cuts;
a winter’s worth of meat.
This raw whiskey, it smells so strong,
in liquor stores in don’t belong,
liquid apple pie can’t be wrong;
the autumn chill it beats.
Instead of being slaughtered by my conscience
I'd rather let you treat me how you treat me
Make it a lil easier for me to stand again
So for now you can label me your personal manakin
Ain't no need in me ignoring these voices in my head
To apologize and keep pissing
I'm in love with guilt and I can't stop kissing
Now it all started toward the end of may
Maybe even the mid point of June
I don't know it was just one of those days
They were newly engaged, freshly married
Claimed to be there forever
To help me through the misery I so longed to carry
Doug had just passed and Mike had just gotten off work
And until this day I convinced myself
That he just used that to be a jerk
Well anyways he jumped down my throat
Almost one too many times for nothing
I chose to walk away four times
Until he chose to push me for a fifth and make it into something
So like wise I became irritable
To the faces of those that others thought were so charitable
And perhaps I was wrong to call his wife out of her name
After eight years of friendship, such a shame
And as usual I became the blame
Kicked me out in the middle of the night
Being he pushed me and I never responded
I never really considered it a fight
So Instead of being slaughtered by my conscience
I'd rather let you treat me how you treat me
Make it a lil easier for me to stand again
So for now you can label me your personal manakin
On july 21'st 1942, seventy seven ANZAC
militia, had a breath taking view.' Imperial
Jappanese forces fourteen thousand strong..Moved upon Kokoda they moved
Back let them take the village, yet soon the
Test would be on.! They fanned out in the
Jungle; each side of that thin trail, the first Firefight was soon joined, and forty enemies died all entailed, six Aussies out of
Action, now only 71 guns full strength, they had
Decided their tactics, exact a toll for each
pace lent...Every foot of this track.'
Every inch would cost real dear.' They intended to drive into the Jappanese forces, pangs of caution and
fear, after a week the advace was at a
crawl, Jappanese deaths now in
Hundreds.' And the Aussies began recieving calls..Douglas MacArthur exclaimed and complained.' They were cowards going backwards.' They should be immovable on that bloody trail, he railed.' They were having none of it..By now the Jappanese were
Much slower moving , both sides had
Dysentry and maleria and skin ulcers..
And old MacArther he still
Railed..Third week and two hundred
ANZACS reinforced the gallant few, their
Punishment escalated the Jappanese still
Trying to push through.' By the twenty forth
Of September they were 450 men strong
So they began ' counter attacking' hitting
out strong.' We all know the story they
drove on to the sea..Smashing the enemy
Who were now on their knees.' Old Doug
MacArther..Here I give him his dues addmited his under-estimation.' The ANZACS did know what to do.' He hailed
Them as fearless ( for their time best in the
World ) and soon we will see Australia day
All credit.' And honour my praises i hurl.'
At
To the feet of the 77..And those who
joined the fray
In who kept freedoms light burning,
and their country itself un-dimmed those days,
It could have been disaster.' Upon that tough dirt trail, but the ANZACS endured their country
They never failed..So stand up Australia on
The twenty sixth to celebrate the spirit that
Thats uniqely in your mix.' Play march and
Celebrate..Under the clear blue skies..its
All to do.' C'mon and see your great
country through.
In peacefull celebrations flood the streets
And parks and beaches, too this a time ( that belongs to you' )
(As with the young king, I....)
And I knew,
that in like manner as Josiah,
I was going to have to dethrone
from the aforementioned high places,
those abominable idols of mine own making
(such as pride, apathy, procrastination and envy).
These were going to have to be torn down from their high places
so that the One who should rightfully sit
the throne of my heart,
would once again,
take His rightful place
and restoration and renewal
would once again make it's steady and consistent progress
down into the land of my life
during my sojourn here.
Thus,
once again would reign
the Golden Age of uninterrupted Communion with Him
who is
The One True an Only God.
Footnote:
For a backdrop to this allegory and a more clear
understanding of who Josiah was
(my favorite biblical king),
check out 2 Kings 22 and
2 Chronicles 34
Doug
Leila and I once stumbled
Across a slumbering badger,
Snuffled and snuggled
Before our eyes in a bustle of bristle
In surprise, he vanished.
Before we could make his acquaintance,
Find our manners and
Politely invite him for supper.
Maybe, he just had a prior engagement
For he was already
Suited in pitch black and white,
Monochromatic, dissolved into the night.
I would have set him a place at our table,
Best silver and ‘Doug’ on his label.
Earthworm filled teacups in
Floral bone china
For our industrious mustelid miner.
By moonlight, we’d eat devilled eggs,
On croutons, we’d load peanut butter,
And for pudding, nocturnal delights.
A humbug array of mints on a platter
After dinner, we’d hector and badger and chatter,
The most elusive question and countryside matter –
TB or not TB?
I introduce myself as Douglas
some immediately shorten it to Doug
Should I just accept their choice
and metaphorically bury it beneath a rug
Politely I request a favour
would you please use my full name
There has been two or three resist
they don't want to play my game
One day I met a man called Les, abbreviated my name from his lips it came
When I asked my favour he described me as pedantic
So I asked if I could call him Lesley his full given name
not at all, it raised his ire, an interesting semantic
Is the name I prefer to choose,
my expectation, perhaps a bit too romantic ?
One day it was revealed and it made me realise
that when I'm seen running I must have a loping plodding style
So the locals dubbed me Draft horse well that really made me smile
What really matters that if you abbreviate my surname you'll come up with Gill
If you address me in a loving way that will fill the bill
Douglas Dempster the Dumpster King
Hates to be called Doug Dumpster
But he's to blame if that's his name
Denying it is a real stumper.
Mashes the trash, burns it to ash,
Recycles all that's allowed;
A self-made man with a garbage can
That ought to make him proud.
Dougy Dumps whines and grumps
"Nobody gives me respect!
If not for me the world would be
Garbage-bedecked! Cluttered and wrecked!
Sad and neglected, infested, infected
But thanks to me it all gets collected!"
Well thank you Doug-in-a-Dumper
For keeping our alleyways bright
Put on your very best jumper
And we'll take you out tonight.
Brigitte my love
Our Country suffers of many debts
The people are restless
Whatever shall we do love?
Ah Macron, we must think past the cookies
The solutions are complex, answers evasive
Let me speak with Marie Antoinette, she shall know!
Queen of Navarre, By god we shall be saved!
Marie, Marie Antoinette our people are restless
Our republic is in debt. these are crazy times!
Whatever shall we do?
I am fed up, allons-y
Ah fear not, if they have not bread!
Let them eat Nutella!
Lower the prices
Nutella for the masses!!!
Marie, are you sure? very very sure of such things?
Oui oui, on with it, my father was emperor of Rome
Nutella will calm the masses
Come here Nemo. taste, see even Nemo is tres happy now!
And so France lowered the prices of Nutella
Thus began the nouveau French Revolution
Riots in the streets, brawling in the magasins
The uprising has began, we want our Nutella for free
The masses rose
Nutella for all, Nutella for sans prix
We are all somewhat fou for Nutella you see!
And so the masses fought each other for Nutella's liberty
Nutella one and Nut Ella all!
I swear to your Brigette
We should have given them Macarons!!!
People remain civilized with cafe and cookies! n'est pas?
Emmanuel my love, fret not
The revolution shall be quelled
Qh I have the perfect person for this
He shall restore order to our dear republic
Prey tell Brigette? Who could do such a thing now
Riots everywhere, the masses fight each other daily?
The streets are not safe
There is a shortages of Nutella now, we are doomed cheri
Non non mon amour, I shall call Alizee
She shall sing us out of the terrible mess
She is the mistress of Doug McMillion
This man can save us all!!
Brigitte, who is this man you call Doug?
Why Emmanuel he is the president of Walmart
He has squashed many Black Fridays rebellions
He shall save us all!!!!!!
From these unruly unsavory Nutella shoppers!!!!!
Vive la France!
Vive Alizee
Mange ton macaroon mon cheri
C'est ton droit et ta liberté
Translations
Allons-y = Lets go, pronounced similar to Alizee
Magasins = Stores
N'est pas is written on sound should be "N'est ce pas"
Mange ton macaroon mon cheri = Eat your macaroon cookies my love"
C'est ton droit et ta liberte = Is your right and your liberty
Pop, grind, slide,
Baggy pants, oversized shirt,
Who washed?
Here comes a novice with wood.
We ignore him until he wanders away.
My pal Doug is practicing a 186 change
Flipping his board over and over, landing on it.
He’s a beginner too, but for some reason it does not bother me.
Maybe because we are friends.
I wander up and give him a couple of Chinese Nollies
And a Biebelheimer
I am such a showoff on my board!
Cannot help it.
Spent a year or two practicing all these moves.
My cousin is practicing the stairs.
Ends up with a loud slam.
We clap for him.
Sounded like he broke a couple of teeth.
He gets up, pleased, takes a bow.
Hey! Watch me do this Fakie 180, the new kid yells.
We ignore him. He’s not one of us.
He does a hippie jump and lands on his nose.
I wander over to check on him.
Maybe I was too harsh.
I've been attentive.' Aware of passive hostile directive
eu implied power.' The titans of 'this hour?' Hmm.' As
One who does know God.' I offer Some thought?
In respect.' In amity; in response.' To the actions odd.'
Of the wimpish, and woke ones.' Euro-phile joke broke ones
If I were the leader, of America into free air.' Free speech
And freed power.' Col, Doug Mc'Greggor would i empower
Let him deal with zelensky..Bring it down to where things
Should be.' Will that be grimaces? Or smiles? On eu leaders
Dials? And they must be made to cheer.' As they are kicked
Up..Well you know where.' Lets see poetic justice right there.'