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Now the last chime is past, this day, December the 21st is here
The world awaits the Mayan predictions, now we fear their seers
How many are waiting around like rabbits caught in the lights
Fearing to move from where they are, to disappear from sight
What's in your last thoughts before you are taken out
Mocking this day of reckoning, now you challenge it's doubt
They say your life flashes before you the moment before you die
To the wall you look forever, your family photo's, now come the cries
Your favourite song you hear today you will never hear again
Whilst one drifts into no where's abyss, listening will be in vain
Recalling past moments, past memories, now distant to us all
As we dared to ignore their calendar, humanity is now in fall
Me, well I just stare out the window, to await this marvel of time
Never fearing what's about to happen, maybe we've undermined
Hours of this day now pass, the media in ignorant dismiss
Ridiculing the seers of the Mayan, assuming the worlds still in bliss
As I turn to view the screen, footage from the Shuttle is shown
The Mariana Trench has risen, massive displacement of water shown
Waves of gigantic proportions are rising to thousands of feet
To many shores the Shuttle will capture, so many countries it will greet
The movement of her plates, are rupturing along their paths
Volcanoes in Indonesia are spewing out mountains of ash
The lowlands like Bangladesh are imploding onto chasms so deep
Borders that we knew existed are now in cataclysmic sweep
The height of Everest is falling, as K2 crashes to the ground
Deafening is her voice, as her catastrophe's in plenty abound
All aboard the Shuttle, on this 21st of December day
Witness the Mayan seers, whilst we scoffed, their words did say
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The Big Screen
Got my bags packed: On my way,
the last five were pulled today.
Getting stiff, getting dizzy-
Stomach-shrinking from
tolerating the intolerable.
On my way to the big screen
No turning back, no detours.
Got my bags packed...not getting
off the train until I reach
“Re-play your life Avenue".
I knew it.... she got it twisted,
I was not in that picture,
never played that scene...
God will prove it on the big screen...
“I hate when people use you
as an extra, after the fact” ...
Then add you to bit parts
That you’ve never played.
Give you roles in which you
were never featured.
I was not in that picture, had no part in it.
Never played, nor practiced that scene...
I will see it on the big screen!
They said I said those words;
Stuff that I never even heard.!
Scripts I never, recited nor rehearsed.
“They’ll put words in your mouth”
the ole' folks would say.
There will be no more hearsay
No ad-lib
"We shall see said the blind man" –
because I am on my way
to the big theater in the sky...
My Creator with the remote;
Navigating through the footage
Of my life and time.
I am on my way to the
big theater in the sky...
“Oh, we shall see indeed”.
“That was not my deed”.
I am on my way to the big
theater in the sky...
“To view the Big Screen”
Revealing the whole scene.
As I sit in the front row
There you will find me:
Reviewing the:
“Re-play” of my Life.
2024.4.20 Saturday one year ago.
It was our first trip ever.
We visited S back beach.
A warm beautiful sunny day.
This trip would not happen
If my USB was not damaged.
I lost three years worthed of travelling photos and videos.
As soon as you knew about it,
For some unknown reasons,
You promptly promised in your own will
To travel with me anywhere I wished.
To help retrieve the memories,
And to capture again those sceneries.
We had lunch at the top of St Pauls' pagoda.
Simple mixed salad and steam veggies.
I sensed something unease.
You hardly touched the veggies.
We went on to the next scenery,
When we got to the Jubilee Point,
You went down further
To get closer to the sea water.
Travelled on, we arrived at Diamond Bay and Bays of Island.
You were upset your camera's batteries were flat.
I let you to use my mobile phone instead.
Later, I found you included me in the video.
I deleted without hesitated.
Soon, I regretted removing that footage.
Because, you gave me not one single photo of that trip.
You explained, there was sand on your camera's lens.
You were too embarrassed about your negligence.
You did not make any apology.
You kept quiet for months.
It was ok BB. Any help appreciated.
I had lost three years photos and videos,
Therefore, one more day would not be a bit issue.
As long as you agreed,
We would come back another day.
However, months and months later,
I visited these places over and over,
But on my own and never
With you BB my dear friend.
she's more
angora since
she sheared off
her locks but since
i've lost the key and so
certain doors must remain
closed as if off season for reasons
that only monthly disagree so i seem
to see but by the blood of christ i drink
and of the host
the body I barely
eat enough of a piece
of wafer to taste the holy
ghost let alone feel him moving
me to do anything filled with apathy
of the meaningless meant for minions
forgiving their forgiveness to be blessed
may i suggest since thinking one day to be a
Franciscan monk
that one must speak
the unspeakable mind
and then maybe then you
may find the talkative and so
provocative words whispered in
your ear's mind that seem to be unkind
but everytime you pass a blooming rose take
the time and do not pass without smelling the Goddess
Form:
2026.06.26
What a bl...y blametastic
Of the City Melbourne library.
From Staff (P) who lied,
To the manager (A-M) who turned a blind eye,
Then, the Director (T) who repeated the same false allegations,
Finally, the Complaint Coordinator (J),
Who blabbed all the way.
Accusing me from threatened to request
To film the Makerspace,
When there was plenty CCTV in placed.
Yes, they found the Footage,
But could not make any comment on it.
Because, the evident incriminated them.
They used authority bias in making decisions
Distorted the facts in their investigations,
Misconstrued the facts and information,
Lack of communications and organisation skill.
None of them could provide a single evident,
Only generalised with own false statements,
How I was negative, disrepectful and disruptive.
I lodged many complaints with facts,
They never get back to clarify my findings.
Continued on using personal and undisclosed notes.
Wrote a formal letter without day,
Hard to follow without number of the page.
Repeatedly mentioning their goals and policies,
But inconsistence and contradicted practices.
Shame on them, with these authorities figures,
As Pauline Hanson said "Fire the liar,
Dumped them aside, make ways for others"
Shame on you City of Melbourne library,
Especially and the staff at the Makerspaces.
I just found out two poodles that I bought
were ferrets! Ay caramba! And guess what?
To make each one resemble less a rat,
they gave them steroids, making them both fat!
They also fluffed their pretty fur just so
around their heads. So how was I to know?
Each one looked so much like a toy poodle
they had me fooled - whole kit and caboodle!
Our veterinarian has verified
the facts for me. Those poodle dealers lied.
And folks now say I should have realized
the truth, which stared at me with beady eyes!
Those ferrets sure run fast; I think I’ll buy
two tiny leashes, or else I could try. . .
to sucker someone stupider than me.
Hey, buy one poodle; get the other free!
For Janice Canerdy's Rhyming Couplets Poetry Contest
* I wrote this April 22, 2013 after hearing a news story about a guy who actually believed he had bought a poodle when it was a ferret on steroids! See above for the link to the news footage!
At the museum, with wall to wall art,
My choices were varied and vast.
I saw an exhibit with works of Matisse
And checked out some statues I passed.
But then I was drawn to a strumming guitar
And a crowd by a video screen,
Transfixed by a slow-motion film of New York,
The ultimate urbanites’ scene.
The footage was shot from inside of a car,
On the move while on various streets.
The people, oblivious, strutted and strolled
To their private internalized beats.
The movie, called “Street,” took some moments in time
And transformed the familiar to strange,
For by slowing things down to a snail-crawling pace,
What was humdrum did magically change.
From most Met* displays, this one surely did seem
Like a separate world, quite apart;
Yet it did what it should, for it helped us transcend
And to me, that’s the purpose of art.
*Metropolitan Museum of Art
All around campus there are these little black balls, like hanging
alien eggs. Glossy, obsidian bubbles concealing cameras that
record time-stamped, audio and hi-def video.
Could this surveillance footage ever be sent to parents?
*Imagining letters sent to parents about campus/dorm surveillance*
Dear Mr & Mrs Vionet, we have observed countless kisses,
disheveled morning walks and late night visits which indicate
that your daughter is a scandalous little wh0re. We just wanted you
to know, in case you want to know more. As campus security it’s part
of our business to keep a full, digital record, detailing her sluttines$s.
Your friends in campus security.
P.S.
Would you care to donate to the University endowment fund?
54, 000 California Acres Lost
While you're snug in your pajamas
Or having French Toast,
Californians are being evacuated
before they roast!
The winds at sixty,horrific miles an
hour.
Torching homes and trees in beautiful
Sonoma County as they burst.
Wine country, Napa, closing all its
all schools,
As the Sonoma fire growls and is more
Than cruel.
Millions living without any power.
Please say a prayer or, three!
For those on the run, trying to get
free.
With winds at sixty miles per hour,
the footage shows,
I bow my head in prayer.
Not comprehending the such hot, red,
vistas.
But on my knees for my fellow
Californians in flight..
My unknown, brothers and sisters!
October 28, 2019
4:00 a.m.
...Okay, but what about those guys
who claim that they’re ‘being replaced,’
powerful men targeting them,
disparaging them for their race,
claiming the state wants poor peasants
easy to control and to buy,
people they find amendable,
who will not bristle or defy.
People that they can work for cheap,
where current folk would stand and fight,
claiming they want an underclass
that puts less value on their righ—
…wait, what?...taking down border walls…paying to fly them across the country?...we pay for it all?...some states want them to vote?...claiming pale people are ‘oppressors?’…teaching that in colleges...crap.
Yes, but what of the pedo guy
that they say didn’t kill himself,
claiming that he had lots of dirt
on politicians, men of wealth,
that this could be used for blackmail,
the powerful to be controlled,
a network of ruling pedos,
can you believe they that it’s so?
Like any person that damn rich
Would risk it all for some weird sex,
and are so desperate to hide it
they’d slip a rope around a neck.
I’m sorry, but it seems to me
that the elites are much more smart,
not dumb enough to risk it all,
there’s easier ways to get har—
…wait, ligature marks were wrong?...security footage missing…documents with powerful names…over and over….ex-presidents, celebrities, and businessmen?...They still won’t release it?...none of the clients arrested?
Huh…
All right, I’ll bite. Tell me about the aliens…