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A dystopian myopian premonition
Frank about West Bank expedition
No regret get set for latest edition
Illegal war don’t need permission
Saw UN and NATO's clear omission
Unjust blood lust their admission
No contrition.. Middle East perdition
Still pretending it’s all about religion
Invades like the crusades.. demolition
This is not just some war of attrition
Toast Gaza a ghost most recent audition
Genocide boast with pride the ambition
Poor on wrong side fried an apparition
Yanks kowtowed allowed the decision
Rendition masquerading as suspicion
With the rifle will still stifle our derision
Acquisition the tradition of the mission
Sewn by their own homegrown volition
Netanyahu condition continue sedition
Submission then all neighbours abolition
The Tree, In The Corner of The Woods
That tree, in the corner of the woods?
The one that peers' over the top in a valley,
high off the cliffs ridge just over there, Blue Hills.
The joyous time,
to figure the thought of the grain in them trees.
That tree, in the corner of the woods,
now over here.
I'd walked that far already,
by this Weeping Willow now.
I didn't see it weep once, not a tear!
The Hickory tree I smoked my fish with,
was by the Ash trees.
It was a mere glimpse of the valley,
a view of a grand ole' daddy Black Oak, seen as it stood.
That Zebrawood tree, I made a bowl to eat my cereal with,
was not as purple as the Purpleheart tree when I carved a shoe.
But softer than the Babinga tree,
when I carved an orange boot out of it!
That tree in the corner of the woods?
Was the Mahogany tree, the top-of-line boats that sailboats are built of, turned out to be an Apple tree?
George Washington would love them, haha!?
The tree, in the corner of the woods?
The Olive tree looking humbled,
the olive wasn't quite ripe enough for the martini.
The tree, in the corner of the woods?
The Teak tree that needed to leak,
made your fruit look so good on your table.
The tree, in the corner of the woods?
Stands taller than all the others,
where they wish they could rise tall.
The tree, in the corner of the woods?
Just peering over the top in a valley seeking its joy,
trying to figure the thought of the grand ole' daddy Black Oak!
The tree, in the corner of the woods?
It was a mere glimpse of what my valley held.
It was in those trees, a valley held in the woods,
the view to this grand ole' daddy Black Oak, seen as it stood as one.
Revised Edition - September 25, 2020 10:43 AM
Cain Reversal II
The blood must be re-claimed from the soil
With the heavy bodies bent with lust and toil
Each rivening day strifing the rule of the garden
The mohammedans straking for some pardon
Not for themselves or all alone under banished sky
For all the abandoned who look forward to die
Nothing so simple as an unwanted blessing
A mercenary corp of doctors or hessians
The great stock of whisky, a limited edition
A dusty tome of Aristotle and keen erudition
Prophetic Angel, Skytree, the verse of Gibran
Oracle of Day, Holy Moses, rocket of Kahlil
We go to the New Stars, Heavens Reverse
All foretold and Pointed, Reverse Engineered
The Worlds Prepared Before and Inhabited Too
Nothing left to Starve or Bewitch from the Dew
Unfathomable Promise, Time without End,
The Count of Sand or Heather and Mountains Portend
Holy Slime of Spring™
Seasonal Epic -- Limited Drop
A divine ooze imbued with chaotic Easter energy.
Hand-delivered by a suspiciously muscular bunny and sealed in a glitter egg forged from cosmic sugar.
Properties:
Sparkles under moonlight
Smells faintly of jellybeans, peeps, and ambition
Doubles as a universal key for Easter Basket Portals™
Hums quietly when near chocolate
Effects (Passive):
+2 Egg Luck
+1 Bunny Evasion
+3 Glitter-Based Charisma
Immune to Monday blues for 24 hours after contact
Warning:
Do not feed after midnight.
Do not combine with cursed grass.
Do not let it judge you (it already has).
MysticMisfits Product Line™
Coming soon to a dimension near you… or in that locked drawer you forgot existed.
Slime Label Edition
Jelly-glow divine,
bunny whispers through the mist--
greed’s celebration.
Jellybean Blessing
May your slime stay squishy,
your portals stay open,
and your enemies
step in glitter barefoot.
May every egg you touch
hatch delight or mild chaos,
and may you always
taste the rainbow
before it melts.
Come Rest With Me
My Parents,
Bob and Thelma Darnell
R.I.P. 1998, 2000
God saw you getting weary,
He did what He thought best.
He put His arms around you and said,
come with Me and rest.
He opened up His Golden Gates,
on that sad day.
And with His arms around you,
you gently slipped away.
It broke our hearts to lose you,
you did not go alone.
A part of us went with you,
the day God called you home.
And with this poem, I write,
I bid you goodbye.
Rest in peace, my loving parents,
I'll see you on the other side.
Revised Edition 08/06/2021 1:24 AM (EST)
I once was a beautiful lass
who captured every young man’s fancy
A nymph of the high Southern class
who practiced a belle’s necromancy.
They worshipped my haughty fine grace
they catered to temper and whim
A moment to gaze on my face
sent rent hearts to pain, prayer, and hymn.
But now I lie cold in my grave
festered and worm-eaten I be
With neither a knight nor a knave
to worship or lie beside me.
"Deep Memory" originally appeared in Wilum Pugmire's anthology Visions of Kroy'don (1978) and the same editors ***** Madness (1980). It was collected in The Ghost Garden (Liverpool: Dark Dreams Press, 1988) and in Sorceries & Sorrows (Early Poems) Polk City, Iowa: Chris Drumm Books, 1992, in a limited edition of 100 copies. It's included in my big forthcoming Hippocampus Press collection The Ghost Garden and Further Spirits.
This a revised and updated edition of a poem I recently wrote and posted. I'm interested in your comments, especially if your read the previous version. Thank you for reading and providing your honest opinion(s).
Where have you gone America, where have you been?
Where are the places I used to roam
Long ago with family and friends?
Where are your steeples and spires pointing
Upward, skyward bound? Are they still there
Where I last left them
Back in my home town? God fearing people
And places, filled with traces of
Humanities hopes and dreams;
Sky scrapers, chance takers,
Sweet Land of Liberty.
And I hope you haven’t lost the grandeur
Of the Rocky Mountain Range;
The Blue Ridge, Black Hills, Sierra Nevada,
And Northern Cascades.
Are your wonderfully winding rivers still running
And forest trees growing tall
Like the pioneer days
Before the Pilgrims came to call?
Do your hearts still yearn
For what might be earned
Through the sweat of the brow and tears?
Do people still sing and dance by the moon
Because freedom’s still free so I here? Some fear
You may be falling
From the crow’s nest where you’ve been
While the waves are growing stronger
And you’re losing too many old friends.
While I still wave “Old Glory”
In these hurricane like gales,
‘Cause I’ve seen other places
And many sad faces
Where everybody fails.
Where life is pathetic, miserable, vile;
Without freedom of expressing
Barely a thought worthwhile.
Not that you don’t have a few
Stones in need of shining;
You’ve made some mistakes
But it’s still not too late;
Changing course is a matter of timing. I believe
In you America, you’re
The cradle, bosom and grave
Of all that I am and will ever be
In you, my heart still craves.
Though some may vehemently disagree
The right to do so sets them free
Paid for by the last full measure
Of friends and lovers, sons and daughters,
Fathers, Brothers in Arms,
Souls unraveled from earthly travels, America
You’re a long, long way from gone.
From my view and this direction
This reflection from the glass;
Half full instead of empty,
Troubles always pass. Sooner or later
Come what may the pendulum always shifts;
Left and right, day and night, America,
You’re still the world’s greatest gift.
Ascension to Ascending
A silhouette I saw standing there,
the most beautiful to see.
I was amazed in astonishments',
as I had fallen to my knees.
My eyes were full of tears;
Making it harder for me to see
That silhouette I saw standing there was moving closer to me;
I felt my body rising as I looked up above to see?
My body was now ascending;
As I was filled with love;
I felt a presence there that I haven't felt before;
But, then, a voice had spoken as it was opening a door.
I felt a hand on my body as I looked straight up to see;
Father, Son, Holy Spirit, had chosen me;
I find myself with guidance; the Holy Spirit led the way;
Speaking in the tongues, only they to convey.
Being saved by the heavens that I have doubted would be;
I had caused too much trouble;
only trouble to have found me;
But, it was to my understanding that I was being re-defined.
If it weren't for Christ Jesus;
Then I, indeed, would have died;
Then He came to live inside of me;
Filling me more with His love.
It was right then I hadn't finished yet;
they were sending me back from the above;
To have the blood of Christ is somewhat rare;
I am blessed to have them enter me for my being dismayed.
They live within me now, Trinity living inside;
I love our Father God above; I'll love Him until I die;
I love the Holy Spirit more, living with me inside.
Thank you, Christ Jesus, for all that you are,
I love you, how you died for me, my love for you will abide.
Revised Edition: August 23, 2021, 3:29 PM (EST)
"The Unhidden"
courage winks
and grins
Spring is in his step
harsh courage wins
unhidden
staring down
the barrel of a lens
there’s a mad man
losing marbles
sitting all alone
cornered
without friends
a bully bringing in his
paid assassins
courage winks
and grins
he knows
cowards
without friends
always lose
in the end
courage winks
and grins
he's centre stage
the world debates
watches and waits
for a bipartisan
saviour
to march in
truth
always wins
out in the open now
courage
winks and grins
with the whole
world watching
the end
or
the beginning
to
begin
Z swastika
not on his watch
Storm trooper
Russian Rouble roulette
coiling scales an oily blini
downing nuclear pancake,
deep fake coward
alone end of the table
hell bitten, no friends
sits Vlad the Impaler
courage winks
and grins
Spring is in his step
harsh courage wins
unhidden
staring down
the barrel of a lens
Holocaust
nyet
not on his watch
never again
"Slava Ukraini!"
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
"Ukraine President Zelensky welcomes Spring in Kyiv"
https://youtu.be/M-x-ujiB-oE
"Storms" / Wolf Alice
https://youtu.be/g_QOmSaZySI
Slava Ukraini
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Glory_to_Ukraine
Z - Russian Symbol, Ukraine War, 2022
https://fortune.com/2022/03/07/russia-z-tank-marking-how-letter-became-symbol-pro-ukraine-war-invasion/
https://edition.cnn.com/2022/03/07/europe/russia-z-symbol-ukraine-war-cmd-intl/index.html
https://www.msn.com/en-au/news/newslondon/why-has-z-become-a-symbol-of-russian-aggression-and-what-does-it-mean/ar-AAUJzwW
The Holocaust
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Holocaust
The Holocaust in Ukraine
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Holocaust_in_Ukraine
Reichskommissariat Ukraine
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Reichskommissariat_Ukraine
LYRICS/ "Storm", Wolf Alice
https://genius.com/Wolf-alice-storms-lyrics
"Final Edition" Posted 12 Sep 2021
With deep gratitude to all of who visited and commented over these 12 months of Monoku Mondays, I am hereby retiring this series. Keep laughing and bringing a smile to one another, we all need a lighthearted break from the serious side of life once in a while... especially on Mondays! ~ John
Just Say'n
a clear conscience: usually the result of a bad memory
Speaking of Memory…
i've got great memory if i could only remember to use it
Well If You Put It That Way
the grass is greener on the other side at least you don't have to mow it
Balance Is as Balance Does
a teen's idea of a balanced diet a burger in each hand
Speaking of Teens…
there's nothing wrong with teens that a little reasoning won't aggravate
How Sad
her birthday is april 1st unfortunately, no one believes her
Politics In a Nutshell
never forget the golden rule whoever has the gold makes the rules
Why I Did Poorly in English Class
I was always fated to mispell werds it was just my density
"Bits and Pieces VII" Posted 5 Sep 2021
I Wish I'd Said That
there is only one thing worse than being wealthy not being wealthy
Isn't It Ironic?
i express my non-conformity with mass-produced bumper stickers
I Know, Right?
all those who are opposed to speeding violations raise your right foot
Clueless Clem - International Dating Dunce
"like watching tennis, Cheri?" "oui!" "just a wee bit? okay, baseball then"
Little Red Writing 'Hood
i live in a red house on a writer's block but no one is writing
Quote of the Week
i went to a fight last Saturday night and a hockey game broke out ~
[humor attribution - #5 by Edmo Snord, #6 by Rodney Dangerfield, all others found online, sources unknown]