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The thug’s greedy plan was ill-fated.
“Beware of the dog!” the sign stated.
Sharp teeth pierced his butt.
He screamed, “Get off, mutt!”
Desire to steal quickly abated.
For Samson, fame was just beginning.
This brave dog would set the world spinning
with such doughty deeds,
supplying the needs
of many while great kudos winning.
He quickly developed the power
to fly. There exists not ONE tower
inhabited by
trapped ladies who sigh.
Now all the bad guys hide and cower.
This thug-throttling canine has muscle.
He comes out on top in a tussle,
but he’s brilliant too.
To Mensa* he’s new.
Competing with him, humans hustle.
This grand rise to fame was engendered
when Samson so actively hindered
an evil guy's plan.
Now many a fan
admires him for services rendered.
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He-dog--canine version of "he-man"
*Mensa is the largest and oldest high IQ society in the world.
In an annual Mensa competition, usually held in April, Mensa teams from around the U.S. and Canada compete within their local geographic area.
March 16, 2022
Moisture found a passage way into my eyes,
And engendered tear drops when from a web site
Called 'Classmates' came a greeting from a fellow high
School student who became the wife of a treasured friend.
She greeted me with the words, "I hope you are blessed".
My reply to her was, "Indeed, I am blessed". Notwithstanding,
While reflecting upon the life of my early demising friend,
The age-old question of 'why the good die young' surfaced
Once more from the pages of my musing mind.
We often think that there will be lots of questions posed
To the Lord when we all get to heaven. However, I also think
That on other occasions, beholding The Master's face will
Quickly erase or remove every question. Moreover, the former
Things that we found memorable on earth will fade, and the
'All things made new' will enflame our every existence. But until
Then, I will treasure the memory of my awesome friend Charles.
041522PS
Finally after twenty two plus
years of marriage,
a husband (namely yours truly -
hitherto known as Matthew Scott Harris)
exhibits glint of care and concern
toward his significant other,
which wife bemoaned
absent expressions of love
particularly before the
honeymoon even occurred.
I readily admit shying away
from emotional intimacy,
especially toward the gal
whose pledge I trothed
July twenty fifth nineteen ninety six,
(fifteen days hence)
yet even formative years (mine)
scant overtures displayed toward
me father, mother, plus
older and younger sister
(neither non twisted).
A strong suspicion predominates
neurological, psychological,
and social perturbations
commingled while said christened goodfella
developed in utero, whereat genetic quarks
sparked, manifested, and engendered
unforeseen grievous hardship
severely, inexplicably, and figuratively
dislocated, truncated, and uprooted
his promising, (albeit
short lived) blissful boyhood,
which happy go lucky preschool years
abruptly analogously came to crashing halt
soon after setting foot into first grade.
Impossible mission
to tease out telltale explanation(s)
only thru courtesy 20/20 hindsight
can hypothesis be formulated
regarding congenital
chromosomal cellular discrepancy
birthing what appeared a healthy baby
though prone to wailing
without rhyme nor reason,
especially if held
by any person except mother.
At a tender age behavioral blitzkrieg
rent asunder tenuous connections
shattering nascent aggregation
to allow, enable, and provide
healthy interpersonal development
unbeknownst what molecular processes
kickstarted, pronounced, triggered...
wayward son to recoil against humanity
(think how like magnetic poles
repel each other).
Most all mein kampf
scant communication brokered
never establishing linkedin bonds,
nor fostering emotional intimacy
despite witnessing overt caring
among parents who begat me
or siblings, who exuded
natural propensity to comfort each other.
Something so primal as to elicit
heartfelt sympathy I lacked
which aloofness generated offensiveness
essentially buttressed (with flying colors)
hermetically sealed existence (mine)
nsync livingsocial within alien nation.
Unparalleled power
Unparalleled opportunity
Opportunity of a lifetime
Opportunity to dream a dream
Dream that isn't utopian
Dream of a peaceful world
World of yours and mine
World devoid of hate
Hate for hate's sake
Hate engendered by ignorance
Ignorance by fools
Ignorance so tragic
Tragic stupidity
Tragic mess seeping deep
Deep inside the core of the soul
Deep in our hearts
Hearts that incessantly bleed
Hearts that inexhaustibly weep
Weep a river
Weep a floodgate of tears
Tears that can't be stopped
Tears that can't be hidden
Hidden for long
Hidden behind a veil
Veil of unfathomable secrecy
Veil concealing a flurry of emotions
Emotions that flow like a stream
Emotions so visceral
Visceral fears
Visceral pain
Pain no medicine could ever dull
Pain with white-hot intensity
Intensity so searing
Intensity so overwhelming
Overwhelming sense of unease
Overwhelming power
Power to corrupt
Power to entrap
Entrap anyone
Entrap me in various ways
Ways uncountable
Ways destructive to us all
All of humanity
All who live and breathe
Breathe air and life
Breathe fire and passion
Passion to fight fire with fire
Passion to fight for a change
Change!
Fire!
Date written and posted: 10/07/2018
(alter knit lee tie tilled -
Field Day For A Nihilist).
Hunger for knowledge vis avis car ear ring
(and car rue ming) cerebrum formulated,
integrated, promulgated personal perception
to the point of no return, and inadvertently
brought to fruition basic, dogmatic, enigmatic,
fatalistic heuristic life lessons. The fabulist,
dualistic capacity averred viz Zoroastrianism
figuratively pitched this contemplative,
furtive, intuitive literate organic, realistic,
universalistic, wanderer yearning instinctive
modalities metamorphosing this quizzically
opportunistic, philosophically naturalistic,
officially matt tea real list tic, and sometime
prophesying prognosticating probing outlier.
As a nonestablishmentarian libertarian, joy
riding heretic, feasting dishabille bum, I
contemplated the capacity qua Duality
of human being to co-exist inside the
labyrinth of mental learning. Quite often
reconciliation between the angel of come
passion stood opposite intent (with
minimal effort to foment) malicious
intent toward evil. This constant tug
of war (within depths of psyche) perched
psychological state upon precarious pivot.
Balance between righteousness verses
barb bar rick ken of villainy engendered
warp and woof of noble might undermined
via ignoble, infamous injudicious threnody
thru the countless millennia, when many
an outstanding wizard served as a prime
mover and shaker to boost betterment
of so called civilized state with the bane
of anarchy, disintegration, gallimaufry
always in the vanguard. Manifold milieus,
which witnessed civilization rise and
fall became bereft of equilibrium be
tween forces of growth and decay.
The feature of intransigence (as a
free roaming derelict agent) and
dominant characteristic
of contemporary society.
Ex-KGB prime minister then president
twice.? Entered into Minsk accords..
Watched many countries from
The old Warsaw pact shorn.'
Did allow a con-vid response.' Yet no
coercion or shaming, no fear ensconced
Not as i could have expected, it to be.?
Then in early twenty, twenty two, put a
Military force into Ukrainian sectors
All pro-Russian i'd say; thats quite true.'
Banned transgender and same sex
coupling, he gets disparaged..He appears viewed
From outside, a determined leader.' Internally
I undamaged' What
Effects will be engendered, how long will
He linger.? Will he deter
another world war? Almost by default.? Whats waiting in
Store? I remember the old cold war.' Claim and
Counter.? I'd rather that, than continents
burst asunder.? I view the scenes and hope
Some sense.? Could things cool down.? I
Forget recompence..And for what.? I plead
No war..Neither big nor small. They are counter productive chores."
I will guard not against rules, but my conscience
And never shall exult in the esteem of men
For we all are brothers and sisters and friends,
Offspring of the muck whose bosom we embrace.
I live my life like a passing wind
Gently surfing through all the matters of life
Engendered and crafted by the hands of humans;
I view all things and weight their values.
They, as of a running stream on beds of rocks
The waters never lie still or become absorbed
So that water and rock cannot conjoin
So is my life with the materials of earth.
Are mine to find acquaintance….
When the heavens mourn, plants flourish,
When heaven is at its brightest moment
The plants of the earth shrivel in misery?
Yet they complement a cultivatable life.
I shall adapt to the intrigue and go my way.
I am brimmed full of her…life, life, life…!
Her great bowel is fraught with stale noise,
And she breaks wind into the atmosphere!
I am disgusted and will wander off
Wherever I shall have the balm of silence.
Silence is the overall answer to the
Nagging conundrums of the world.
I have had enough of the din and roar, now
I seek wisdom in the quietude of nature.
In a million of roar and hullabaloo of life
I find not a lesson to take to heart
But in a single word from silence
I have acquired a million lessons!
I will live in the prudence of silence and
Quiet my name, my pride, my ambitions.
Lo, the silence of God and the silence
Of nature makes me uncomfortable
To see my vain humanity and cravings
But in that shall i seek safety and solace!
Much has been the noise about love and
Peace yet to find. I shall deny myself goods
And seek peace from the alcove of my heart!
What is more to life, to eat, to breathe,
To be honoured or to acquire goods?
I tire of this humdrum existence.
It is one mind from bad to good,
It is one spirit from Jainism to Islam,
It is one flesh from poverty to wealth,
Only the result from the aura tells.
Hear, both tears and laughter have
Complement my health.
A man in a cell is being restrained by law
And same a man on the open street is being
Restrained by custom and constitution.
A man who knew was once not in existence
And cry to have come forth from womb
Why weep again who is to be gone to oblivion?
A stranger lifted me up today
While I was lost in my own self-centered universe,
Silently crying about nobody else reading, commenting or caring
About anything I’ve said,
Considering myself poetically dead.
I’ve been more concerned with the encroaching materialistic
Responsibilities, requirements and concerns of living
Instead of turning my attentions outward towards others
And lifting myself out of this whirl pool of self-pity
Into the ocean of giving.
When to my wondrous delight dark turned to light
As out of seemingly nowhere a fellow poet spoke gently and composed:
“Your poetry is like the softness of a country rose.”
And while I know not where she lives and breathes
This furtherance of feeling was shared with me:
“I too am blue as sky is gray and nothing more will do today
Except ethereal connections are how we poets play.”
I was more than moved, to say the least
How this gypsy out of cyber space
Renewed my poetic vow:
To speak the truth simple, plain and clear
As I know how.
And how
My words and hers connected
Through the vacuum of space and time
Is a story for another day and rhyme.
Until then, I stand transformed
By those few words she engendered –
And would give anything to tell her
How sweet and kind her words were rendered.
I feel for the abused Chinese Korean Japanese..'
In twenty twenty, the vision was skewed altered
By some loaded news' as the bbc and itv and sky
Did the bidding, from on high.' They reported of much?
Mainly fear and death and as such.' they whipped into a frenzy
Did not comport sensibly, rather ran stories on a spitting
Causing a killing ' that claim though un-proven' fed through
The people like leven; most poision-ed.' So fellow humans
Suffered, against them curses were uttered.' Then violence
Unseemly unleashed.' Such a shame there was seen.'
I ask why such was the theme.? I hope much better is
Engendered, And should these media outlets be held?
Sequesterd.? There should be a redress.! I'm proposing
To combat false information, that should not be the least.'
Instead on truth may we feast.)
For He ministers, and will here govern precious?
(Yeshua) most welcome' He alone is the best!!
There is a PLACE where my story began that became most difficult
to understand and left a bitter TASTE, an ugly TRACE that was hard to ERASE. Most of its people were loving, but it was a cruel place, an insult to the entire human RACE.
Its past and present were paved with POVERTY. Underprivileged is one thing, but this was AGONY. Childhood labor was both brutal and futile.
For me and others I knew, it held no future. I wish that it were a pleasing place; but it was not, compelling a bid farewell. So, with haste and
pleasure, I departed at seventeen.
There is another wintry place where my first child's story began. Within
seven years, I journeyed from CHILDHOOD, to MANHOOD, to FATHERHOOD. This quiet place was most PLEASING, never DECEIVING, and its people were really awesome. The warmth and love SHOWN there were like none we had KNOWN. The one year we lived there was very brief, yet so dear and enduring. But a job assignment forced our sad exit when I was twenty-four.
There is yet another place, perhaps with less POVERTY, but a lot of NOVELTY.
I often heard my father say, "I'm going out WEST where the eagle builds its NEST". Perhaps he wanted to, but he never went West. However, I did go West and sojourned there for more than forty years. I thought that I would always be there, never to roam anymore, never to say farewell anymore.
My feeling for it was STRONG, and I felt like I BELONGED.
Although this abode engendered a greater sense of belonging, more like
home than any other, I, with great reluctance moved away at the age of seventy-two. With a deep and hurtful CRY, I said GOODBYE.
It bemoans me to think that I have loved every place I have lived, and
never desired to say goodbye, except to the place where I was born.
070922PSCtest, Strong Emotions, Emile Pinet