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Tim was the new judge in Deadwood Flat
Not really qualified, just a rancher at that
He first case was of the outlaw, Horace Slade
Caught red handed in a cattle raid
The jury took ten minutes to recommend the noose
Better than letting this rattlesnake loose.
Tim smoothed out his robe, asked Slade to speak
Slade perked up, though his future was bleak
"It was only my brain, my brain it was me.
Badly constructed, that's how I plea
My thoughts, my feelings, my crooked way
All preprogrammed in my DNA!
"You see Dad was a member of the cardshop mob
Mom always drunk, and moreover a slob
My twin set a cat on fire at the age of three
So, who could predict much hope for me?
Tim panicked, searched his dictionary
Couldn't find DNA, wished he was on the prairie
He had never heard that excuse before
But said to Slade, "proceed, tell us more"
Slade felt hope, and got on a roll
He said "ain't no such thing as a soul'
"I know the computer hasn't been invented yet
"But we're programmed, coded, our path in life set!
"I shot a man to watch him die
Then partied at the bar for an alibi
Not my fault, an MRI would have shown
My limbic system, quiet as a stone.
The jury murmured, Tim gave a sigh
What was a computer, or an MRI?
Slade's nonsense was going too far
Slade could have used a lesson in better P.R.
Tim said, "I hope what you say is not true
I like soul and spirit, the afterlife too.
But either way, some feelings I can't transcend
My brain wants your pointless existence to end!
They planned to hang Slade on the Alder tree
Justice would be served, jury did agree
Then Slade tried a ploy, to explain his crime
He yelled "I'm a traveler through time!"
"I come from the year 2024
DNA, MRI, computers and more
Got stuck in a time warp, had to survive
You'd do the same to stay alive"
They had to let Slade go, agreed he's insane
Tim didn't like to do it, it went against the grain
But Deadwood Flats couldn't hang a guy
Who believed in computers, DNA, and MRI!
So, sure, the sun shines brightly every morn,
And birds will share, with all their brilliant tunes;
Amazing colored flowers will adorn
What once were gray and blah and lifeless dunes.
Admittedly it’s warmer in the day,
And cloudless skies can cheer the weary heart,
And gentle breezes whisk the blues away
As life, once more, begins its own restart.
But, as the sun stays longer in the skies
The pressure builds to try to get things done.
And wives and mothers have their battle-cries
To get to cleaning, there’s no time for fun.
It’s hard to laze when Spring is on the loose,
But Winter will provide its own excuse.
2/17/2023
Written for Spring is Not All poetry contest
Sponsored by: Michelle Faulkner
my soul was touched and i learned
deep inside this fire burns
i hear her name and it brightens the flame
and this will always be the same
when i have time my memory defines
the things that said she loved me
the little clues that she used
that little thing, the excuse
the why derived of something
i always thought that time would wait
she knew i loved her but it was too late
to love her enough to let her go
suffer for my sake? no lord no
i traded my tears for her pain
i traded years for a wonderful flame
everytime i hear her name
a thought a memory and what i gained
we have something that will always be
a deal with death to her from me
from death i gained eturnity
for now they're just memories
but with my memory i keep my love alive
a burning flame that testifies
I cried, hearing evening news,
“Young toddler dies alone.”
Mom went on her planned vacation,
leaving … young child at home.
“Ohio mom, leaves 16-month-
old daughter on her own.”
In ten days lost one third her weight,
found corpse of skin … and bone.
At home without babysitter,
with no one there to care.
This a most ungodly crime, one
hope and pray … will stay rare.
Un-motherly abuse so shocking,
child robbed of life, her breath.
From her thrill-seeking sick mother,
whose sentence … was not death.
Judge holding back tears as sentenced,
Mom to life, the child killed.
Child's screams heard on neighbor's doorbell
cam’ra … till it went still.
No justification cause, stopped,
taking her prescribed meds.”
“Candelario’s” head-reeling headlines,
can’t erase … from our heads.
Mental health, anxiety, and
depression no excuse.
No justification for moms,
act of … deadly abuse.
GOEBBELS, PROPAGANDA TECHNIQUES, USA StYLE
He may be dead but his methods in practice
today.
The media, TV, and social, censored in every
way.
All spew Leftist philosophy,night and day.
Let's not forget Hollywood, the newspapers
even Netflix, too.
We, the truth uniformed, truth-starved, human
zoo!
Even in our sports the snake of censorship has
had its way.
Team names changed to placate political correctness,
it must have its say!
I am for rioting but only on Zoom!
Using Hollywood sets, let them all go Kaboom!
The honest, the non-criminals, they get hauled
off to jail.
Like that asthmatic mother, manhandled by the
police and she was quite frail.
Watching a football game was her
crime!
Oh, excuse me, she is an asthmatic and cannot
wear a mask at anytime.
You can be a conscious less looter in the USA,
an illegal immigrant, kill police or be a sex
deviant, too.
But God-fearing, patriotic freedom loving,
Americans, sorry, the hatred is all against you!
Best we pray, we don't become a socialist nation!
All bets are off, we will then be a twin, to that
hideous, Venezuelan pitiful sensation.
" A lie once told remains a lie.
But a lie told a thousand times
becomes the truth."
Joseph Goebbels
September 29, 2020
2:30 pm PST
I ain't gonna brag, boast, blab...,
lest yours truly suffers demise from backstab,
resignedly taking wheel of our automobile
donning, (but NOT trumpeting)
role as taxi cab
shuttling the missus, (she effusively glad)
to medical appointment
me, the obliging husband
in order for this mister former cad,
debt, now an ordinary dude dad,
who upon snaking, crab
like sighing, shimmying, scooching...
thru bumper to (rubber
baby buggy) bumper drab
morning commute, which
snail's pace spurred shoutout, via ab
dom men null controlled app
designed by A. Habb,
which homonym identical
sound of descendent, sans faint jab,
asper fictitious Capt'n of Pequod
at sea vis a vis
if forced to snatch macadam landgrab
all the while aye spent gab
bing maintaining mindful outlook
for aggressive drivers,
whose cold icy stare
felt akin to painful jab
methought best not to "flip the bird"
subsequently get rushed
to emergency medical lab
avoided, cuz aye hapt tubby vigilant
for brazen drivers, plus additionally
keeping keen eye for police ready to nab
speed demons (mailer or female) even nawab
receiving citation for traffic infraction
and if repeat offender sent to rehab
with license revoked,
nonetheless a slight stab
of anxiety as appointment time elapsed
indicated by built in digital clock
no matter arriving after 7:45 am time
my de facto role as chauffeur,
the wife would disfrock,
but fortunately excuse, sans gridlock
did not necessitate need
us to return at later date, thus no knock
kin wind out figurative sails, hence
circumstance did not
find me laughingstock,
thus any consideration, asper myself
resorting to quaffing hemlock
unnecessary honorable sacrifice,
that versus engaging in lethal warlock
additionally compromising private uber
to give spouse coveted lyft.
When I see a black person go
and vote for a Republican,
I do not think I’ve seen a more
self-hating and disgusting man.
Do they not know of the struggle?
How can they even show their face?
They deserved to be called ‘Uncle Tom,’
they are a traitor to their race!
…wait, what? What did he say?
And when I see a Hispanic
chose to cast their vote for the right,
I can’t believe they’re fool enough
to every think that they are white.
To betray their people like that
is an unforgivable disgrace,
all those Latin Republicans
are just damn traitors to their race!
Is this guy for real?
I also see those women who
do not call themselves feminist,
who stand in the way of progress,
dumb stay-at-home moms who resist.
Not voting for their liberation,
their minds turned against themselves and wrecked,
if they still cast for Republicans,
they’re a traitor to their own sex!
Holy crap, he really believes this stuff…
When I look at the Indians—
Hold on, hold on. Just a sec. Uhm, so I notice the only people you give choice to are the white males.
What?
Well you said that blacks, latinos, and women all have to vote Democrat, or they’re ‘traitors.’ But not white men. Why is it white men get to make up their own minds, but nobody else?
I don’t understand.
Why do white men get to make up their own minds, but everybody else is a ‘traitor’ if they don’t vote Democrat? It’s kind of racist, if you really think about it. Shouldn’t everybody have that right?
You’re a fascist.
Excuse me?
You’re a goddamned fascist!
You do know that name-calling isn’t an argument, right?
I’m gonna get you fired from your job!
I’m self-employed.
FASCIST!!!
Okay…there’s no helping people like you. Tell you what, you stay here and keep screaming ‘fascist—’
Fascist!
—while I go home and make love to my brown-skinned wife…Did I tell you she’s a Trump supporter?
BWAAAAH!!! Race traitor!
(Sound of chuckling) Oh lordy…it’s just too easy. They’re like friggin’ wind-up toys.
Fascist!
Form:
What makes us?
All the differs
Make us suffer
I challenge any sucker
to tickle the ivories
And aline with me
To make a beat
So we can agree
We're in a dark place
Standing with straight face
Waiting for the grace
To take the place
Of any person
Who stands as one
Ready for the demon
To enter their sermone
We all know the truth
But some chose to refuse
That life is a ruse
Evil with no excuse
Music is the light
Excitement to reignite
Joy in the heart of life
So why choose to fight
Embrace what beat cometh
With a sound loud enough
To blow away the bad stuff
That we're to believe is rough
Hopefully opens your heart
To make a start
As to rehabilitate the heart
And hopefully appreciate art
Smile little child
Smile for me
Me who is you
Me who cries
Cries for her
Cries because
Because I knew
Because I was there
There is no excuse
There was a way
Way back then
Way too much pain
Pain we carry
Pain we hid
Hid behind smiles
Hid under years
Years passed quickly
Years changed nothing
Nothing was done
Nothing was a difficult easy
Easy does it
Easy to wait
Wait for the right moment
Wait for courage
Courage to say
Courage to feel
Feel our way here
Feel all those feeling
Feelings will be hurt
Feelings can heal
Heal all of us
Heal what was taken
Taken childhood
Taken trust
Trust is hard
Trust me
Me who was there
Me who witnessed
Witnessed too much
Witnessed more
More than I knew
More of the shame
Shame on him
Shame games
Games in the dark
Games played with our minds
Minds controlled by need
Minds bound by unspoken
Unspoken
Need
We were standing at the marina caressed by a morning breeze with the sky both bright and clear when a tourist family (mother, father and their two children) walked out on the pier.
It was easy to tell they were tourists by what the father had to say…
“Excuse me,” he said, “can you tell me what time will the dolphins be by today?”
“I remember the first time I saw dolphins.” He continued. “It was one of the best days I ever had. It was on a pier just like this one…I was standing with my dad.”
“My dad spotted a family of dolphins coming into view…
then put me on his shoulders…so I could see them too.”
Before we had the chance to tell them…dolphins aren’t on the clock…
he spotted some out in the water…heading for the dock.
“Here they come!” Dad said…with what I can only describe as glee.
“Here they come!” He said again…pointing out to sea.
At this point we snuck away…we weren’t trying to be coy….
we thought this was a moment for their family to enjoy.
At the end of the pier we turned around to see a family as happy as can be…
with the children on their parent’s shoulders…everyone pointing out to sea.
I didn’t have time to answer his crazy question…don’t even know what I would say…
and I hope I don’t get a chance the next time I’m asked…
What time will the dolphins be by today?