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Non-bachelor (batch chiller)
"FAKE" horror thriller
available Netflix starring
ghost of Phyllis Diller
stand up comedienne killer
brought down haunted house
witch sea hunt accompanied
theme song referencing Argonaut tiller
Greenwich Village location Barney Miller
lite precinct brewed fare of corpse
unearthed dead comedy duo Meara and Stiller
with surreal stalking candy corn canes
as bon appétit gnashing
gobbledygook filler.
Ice scream aghast with
blood curdling shriek,
the dearth of satisfactory
FIOS shows bleak
readying jump into polluted creek
thus, I bury alive yours truly
except his sharp pointed beak
exhuming him after rotted
flesh doth reek
perfectly tricked out
for Halloween treat
masks long haired
pencil necked geek
October thirty first when freak
alias Gadshill gadabout
poetaster doth sneak
feigning antonym anthem of meek
oh my dog, I lyft hind
uber leg to take leak
hoop fully haint nobody dares peak
urinate kidding ma bladder weak.
I long since waved
channel surfing adieu
much prefer silence
meditating under blue
skies peering into
infinite space nary a clue
intellectual conversation many disvalue
perched edge of seat and hunched over
how riveting story doth ensue
ah... time for commercial break
culinary wizard abracadabra
whips up fondue
easy as pie (are squared)
with consistency of glue
methinks Elmer stole patent,
cuz secret formula Hebrew
what with identical hue
as aforementioned adhesive liquid
doubling up to keep igloo
air tight even against
global warming, anyway would Jew...
aye betcha already knew
yes believe Yahweh endowed Semites
like me with high ike kue
of course after dumping
a load (reed) I feel sue
per ream intelligence dumbed down
(mine), especially after using loo
naturally decrease smarts
stings like poisonous
scorpion size of Eee moue,
which aforementioned papa's
poetic poppycock nonissue
saturating plethora home entertainment
most people overvalue
linkedin - shoot all stemming from
"idiot box" I rarely view.
("Zero Point of Creation", 2018, original encaustic)
In Praise of Mindlessness
I’ve sought and found mindlessness in a variety of ways
From dancing to climbing, meditating and painting,
but in retirement I find it easiest mowing the arboretum.
As I weave in and out of the randomly placed trees and shrubs
and regularly spaced irrigation pipes
I seek the novel and fresh at every turn.
It’s best when I find it
unexpectedly zipping off in a new direction
exploring new paths, carving new patterns.
In these moments there is a rush
as the spontaneous surprises me, creativity takes hold,
and I can’t help but ride the moment.
I’ve spent years aiming for this moment on a cushion
and find poetic justice
in the fact it is at last as easy as pie in retirement.
Of course it’s not true mindlessness
after that initial spontaneous instant.
I have to make sure I don’t drive over anything.
But the random is always an option, and eagerly seeking it
leads me to fall, or in this case, drive
into spontaneous mindlessness again, and again.
.
The joy that accompanies the mindless
is what interests me most.
It’s a self-contained joy that feeds on and for itself.
The German word, ‘funktionslust’ describes it best.
The joy an animal gets doing what it’s meant to do
which of course means it just gets better at doing it.
This is how birds learn to fly and primates climb,
how yogis become accomplished doing nothing and going nowhere,
and how lazy old men get the lawn mowed, with effortless joy.
(9/2/23)
Around the corner and half a block away, the flavor would grab me, tie me up to some irresistible force, then drag my nose to the source of its home. The aroma that wafted in the air and up my whiffer was sweet and warm - rich with orchards of deliciousness and cascading with the buttery peachy-ness of what was to come. It knocked all other thoughts out of my realm and led me down a path of complete submission - surrendering like the energy of cold water on a hot skillet. With each step bringing me closer, my musing would swirl with the anticipation of that first ultra-luscious, gratifying juicy bite - the one that ever so longingly and lovingly would delightfully roll around on every palate of my watering mouth and lingering tongue only to succumb to gulping down the first chunk.
From the flour and water and salt
Her timeworn hands kneaded magic
A mystical mixture of love and fruit to concoct-
A pinch of this and that, nothing formally systematic.
This masterpiece was an untold legend that "rocked"
The socks off anyone and even rival the "Titanic"!
Her ritual was simple and deep rooted
As uncomplicated as a baby's grin.
"Easy as Pie" she mooted
And laughed while she hummed all the while.
Layering the rich sheets of goodness in a pan
From pie dough to peaches to butter and sugar
There was nothing in this world so simple or better than
My Aunt Grace's Peach Cobbler!
First came the gods of old
Who made man their ants
"They can walk our stones
To bind power to this land"
Then came the violence of men
And the right to rule for kings
"Upon the backs of servants
Our stones will bring
......honor"
Then came a god
Who wrote on the stone
Commandments claiming
He alone
..............................is G...O...D
War after war
Battle after Battle
Back and forth with spirit and nature
Mystery remains
Man explores
Meaning of the word "nomenclature"
The more knowledge is gained
Ignorance abounds
Lack of awe
Is the assurance, Wisdom will NOT be found
For those who seek a name
On the walls of womb
Not devised by creation
The ONE to whom
Word and Deed belong
Forgave without hesitation
But forgiveness doesn't negate responsibility!!!
When the stones walked to Throne
The crown was laid to the ground
He took up suffering on a cross
And laid His life down
All manner of right to rule
On His created land
Was forfeited when LOVE
Brought Wisdom to clothe His naked man
Hearts of stone
Have been turned in to flesh
The Spirit of God
Has brought the soul to rest
So in the end
The sorting is easy as pie
Those who have names on stones
Are above those they left to die
~A Legacy of Pride~
Written by Trudy Schrader on 10/09/2020
Note: I have my reasons, and they are many. God knows them, and I left the justice with Him.
What is life?is it lying to people that are counting on you being there for them? Is it flinching their back and talking about them even if they are right there with you? Is it having someone you just met looking at you and them calling you their friend and then they up and leave you hanging? Why must life.be this darn hard and painful?
Life is hard, life is painful, life isn't always easy as pie.. but people always say, hang in there and deal with it..well sometimes I don't want to deal with being hurt all the time, when I find out I have crossed the line, again, because I wasn't taught how to obey boundaries, and to respect others, how can I be held accountable for something I never was taught.
My shell I want to shed, but yet it's a safe place to bed, for I was there for most of my life, it's all I knew for most of my young and adult life. Shall I come out to the world and see if I get hurt or stay inside the shell and say oh well, the choice is hard, for either way I go, I will be ridiculed.
I see an bald eagle soaring high above, he is so free, soaring high in the clear blue sky, they are liking for a safe place to nest,maybe I will offer it my shell, because at least something that majestic meaningful, will have a safe home, because I have decided to leave this earth, for life is about being 're_birthed..
( HALLOWEEN IN HOBBITSVILLE )
Its Halloween in Hobbitsville, its time to grab your axe and drill.
Head up to the local barn, where everyones sure to get a thrill.
Little Susie all dressed in black, holds her gun and half filled sack.
She taps Johnny on the shoulder, almost giving him a heart attack.
They both head out to Tuckers creek, where dog tails is what they seek.
Wind is still and the night is young, candy in their mouth its hard to speak.
Johnny falls down and breaks his leg, he tripped over a hearty keg.
Susie laughs and says suck it up, get on your feet and start to beg.
Dog tails all over the place, blood on the trees that can fill up a case.
Susie gets greedy and grabs her gun, shoots Johnny filling the space.
By herself now with the dog tails in hand, everyone will understand.
Back at the barn she tells them the story, easy as pie, smooth as sand.
Out go the lights, no-one can see, someone hits Susie with a branch from a tree.
screams abrupt then soon end, A knife is in Susie no longer shes free.
Everyone dances and goes on feeling woozy, a night of fun that was a doozy.
Halloween in Hobbitsville a strange little town, that no longer has Johnny or small little Susie
Dear Soupers, some of you have read my piece on FGM….Female Genital Mutilation for Richard Lamoureux’s Contest: Girl Rising. One of you has suggested signing a petition so that this grievous practice will be stopped. I’m happy to inform you that something IS being done by my church organization in the enditnow campaign. The Women’s Ministries Department of the SDA church along with ADRA (Adventist Development and Relief Agency), a non-profit organization, have banded together to get petitions signed to bring about awareness about this awful practice so that steps can be taken to outlaw it in many African countries. You CAN sign and be a part of it. The letter you will be signing is going to the Secretary General of the United Nations, Ban Ki-Moon. Yes...all the way to the TOP! I JUST NOW signed and it is as easy as pie! Please...take a stand.
Here is the link: Please check it out if you want to speak out for those whose voices are not heard.
http://www.enditnow.org/news-kenya-female-genital-mutilation
Love and prayers,
Eileen M Ghali
A New Football Season
Fall football season has finally come upon us,
It’s time for wives across the nation to raise a fuss.
This usually happens once each year,
From the beginning of the season, ‘til the last cheer.
No one knows what makes them hate this game,
Maybe it’s the gender that we should blame.
An easy chair, a coke and turn on the set,
An exciting football game is as good as it can get.
All the wives are on a shopping spree,
When they come home there will be an afternoon tea.
We want to patronize them any way we can,
This way they have fallen into our game plan.
We try very hard to keep them satisfied,
But they’re out to spoil our game, they won’t be denied.
No more game today, I sit out in the yard with my T.V.,
I look over and see my clothes are right beside me.
She tossed me out just as easy as pie,
I never knew that she could be so spry.
Now the season is over, it’s come to an end,
She allowed me to come home so I could begin to mend.
©2010 Lynn B. Glover
You can't see through me,
My soul gets in the way.
Good intentions can be easily identified upon my handkerchief that you call a sleeve.
Fear hides in front of my goodness.
Laziness puts off the perfect.
A perfection that is beyond possible.
As easy as pie...
My soul is in turmoil.
Turn that cheek or lend that seat.
I'm so far beyond my core beliefs that only yesterday seemed steadfast.
People used to say.
"You're a great guy!"
I believed them for quite sometime.
Until one day I asked myself;
"What have I actually done that is so freaking great?"
Not a damn thing!
Sure, I have always had good intentions.
I mean, well, I guess what I am trying to say is
I mean well.
But good intentions don’t ge the job done.
And at the end of each day when I lay my head down to rest.
I sleep alone with my own self.
You can't see through me because my soul gets in the way.
9-20-16
My lala mal flats is skinking like that
Shimmy, Jimmy, gimme some of that hat
We're fleshing and flexing, cheek to cheek
meshing, on do-own
Shimmy, little Jimmy will ya break a my heart?
My pushaloopa swish swash skirt
gonna twirl you, swirl you, send you out a this world
Shimmy, Jimmy, don't you walk out on me,
Lay me low, down, lay me easy as pie
Shimmy, little Jimmy, got you by the tip of my nail
Oooh, baby, snickle down by my side,
shake it up, shake it down, and well shimmy
Ah, Jimmy, we skip and twirl like a pair
Your so sply, full eye, so debonair
I flutter and flatter and take to the air.
Shimmy little Jimmy, we can dance out of here
go on for ever, sasashaying praying and snicking
faster than we care. Oooh, play it blue, play it cool
Gonna wind up around you, get you all hot,
Oooh, play it baby, shimmy and skinny and dance out of here.