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My window shut,
blocking Summer’s fierce gaze
and brown haze from distant flaming timbers.
One machine cools the room,
then my cats and I may nap.
Another, like a Vegas magician,
pulls gallons of water
from the air we breathe.
My window shut,
glazed by Winter’s cruel lick,
outside sheets of ice and broken branches.
Furnace air and a space heater
blanket us with dry heat.
Eyes itch, hands and heels crack,
another device weaves soothing water
into the air we breathe.
I met a man, years ago,
who lived inside an iron lung.
It did the work of breathing for him.
His hapless head stuck out one end
of what seemed a metal casket on wheels.
With cheeky laughter, he read everything
and used his mouth to write.
I crack open my window.
(published in “Boats Against the Current”, 2023)
I wish to try paint the portrait of manhood
Tinkle a Little
For what else except humility makes humans angels?
For being a man is hard but that's something I wish to become before my tombstone days
Manhood
The unexplained and unidentified phenomenon of etymology
I've been told real men have a salvation in their touch
Eyes with gallons of gasoline two matchsticks short
And a heart filled with fire hoses and riot gear but yet still bonteous in the offering of love
They have a chest of a dragons lungs
And anguish that a lady with a bowl of cheese cannot satiate
I've known men with hearts like these
Their minds are made of diamonds
Formed from constant pressure of the rigours of tied responsibilities
Perhaps in a thousand years
We will be diamonds from the dust
For anyone is born male but not everyone is a man.
New York’s mayor wants to ban
The sale of jumbo drinks.
This will cure obesity,
At least that’s what he thinks.
Those who guzzle sweet iced tea
Or soda by the gallons
Never thought they’d have to hide
From Mayor Bloomberg’s talons.
It’s a bit Big Brotherish,
For putting into law
A bill to limit what we drink
Can stick in someone’s craw.
I’m conflicted – though I know
These drinks can make you fat,
Government should not control
Our choice to get like that.
People most affected by
A strong, humongous thirst
Will simply buy two smaller drinks
And Bloomberg will get cursed.
As freedom slowly fades away,
It causes me to think;
And though I’ll use a smaller cup,
I really need a drink!
All these years ago it began
then I picked up my black pen
wondering if I could write poetry
so doubtful was I back then
But then my grey cells responded
bringing thoughts mindfully alive
from that point, confidence grew
brings a vision point to truly strive
Having been set to write poetry
it's appropriate what made my debut
for my subject matter set to write
a long-pointed thing is my clue
By now you'll have worked it out
that first poem was titled 'The Pen'
which would be my best ever friend
writing in my notebook forever open
To think now many I've penned
using up gallons of flowing ink
it all began with a pen of mine
which was indeed my missing link!
(This is written looking back on the first poem written all these years ago, so many pens have been used since then!)
Water: Water the settling water
there often after rain
it settles here
it stay moistest here
in the vclearing
is there water here
is there water here
we shall excavate to see
there it is water
like we thought
the gallons per minute
ratio is astounding
murky these water due
to it's need of filtering
a plastic culvert with
a goetextile or silt fence
wrap with large hole drilled in
to filter the poluutates and undesirable sediment
oh clear ye the water
a halluelia in victory
clar ye these springs
water water you and me
a submersible pump and airtank system
with bring these waters to us
praise ye
praiuse ye
water;water
praise ye!
These tyrants of men with fat belly eyes Infect our dreams.
Soulless sorcerers of threadbare promises.
Who masterfully manipulated the hopes
Of a disappointed people,
And we the demented fools believed,
Believed with all our hearts,
That they can turn our dusty tracks into roads.
Of shiny gold.
And soon beneath a cool winter's sky
A flock of black coated demigods will land and will grow fat and hungry,
as they try to swallow the world,
Their hidden hatred, faces within faces.
And we the blinkered fools cursed with forgetfulness,
Who are deaf to things we should know,
Lap their words up like sugary cream.
They'll make us giants again,
And we the superior idiots can sit and watch our enemies burn,
And only the treacherous will mourn,
We'll cheer and sing and guzzle gallons of freedom beer,
Nobody cares if the world is illusion, a facade for the gullible
And soon they'll be no truth but post truth,
Delivered by nasty little spirit men,
Who will cleanse the soul of history.
To make us believe that ignorance
And brutality diluted in a bath of bitter words,
Can restore the improbable dream of
A suburban utopia
We the trudging mass will accept,
As we always accept such things,
Warmed by a PR smile and saccharin sweetness of snake oil charm ,
And they will reduce us to dollar counters
Counting greasy money into greasy tills
And the fat will get fatter hiding their delight,
Behind sneering eyes,
And the only rest for a working man will be
The graveyard's soil
After a lifetime of Infinite toil,
Their victory is assured.
Everyone should have a secret place
where everything is so beautiful, you just belong
as peaceful as a day is long, an out of your usual pace,
sounds of nature all about, where birds sing there song,
Meditation replaces frustration, along your happy trail
moving about streams, pine trees as tall as a waterfall
where pine cones grace a foliage landscape so surreal,
woes are meaningless about green grass, lollypop bushes
A cool spring where skinny dipping hasn’t a sign to obey
trails going every which way, too choose, you can’t lose…
your way, this sunny day, misty spray, a couple out to play,
no weight to bare, deadlines to meet, nor fail too win
time only absent from laughter heard as children frolic there...
in a caressing manner, with her long hair draped about your face,
sounds echo off boulders where water flows by gallons everywhere
yes - your secret place, where good time memories are your true nature
Makes with pride
The labels will read
Each order filled
and delivered
Concepts and conditions
Those might I mention
Profitable due to
Our diligent insistence
On quality
Maple sap shall make us
Wealthy
We have to work together
Support one another
Gain make customers
From scratch
Take pride in what we do
Put a little honor in every batch
It won't be easy
Consistency
Is the order of the day
They shared 2 gallons of maple syrup
21 pounds sausage meat
1000 pancakes
500 chive sourcream clam waffles
5 gallons of coffee
32 pounds of bacon
Yeast rolls
Biscuits
3 trophies
6 contest
They cleared spaces
Made clean places
People came and
And made morning festival
Making customers
Taking advantage of
Each opportunity
Keeping everyone satisfied
Vanilla strap molassass maple syrup
Fussed to the delight
Of raseberry waffle and icecream lovers
WHO SPEAK TO ME AS FREIND BEHIND THE BUSHES
THAT NEITHER RATTLES OR SHAKES
WHEN HE SPEAKS.
"ALL THE SRUBS OF THE GARDEN WISHES
THE HENS TO LAY EGGS THAT THE FOX
MIGHT FEAST ON THEM" SAID THE VOICE
THAN I ASKED, DOES THE SHRUBS FEED THE
HENS OR DID THE SHRUB BUY THE HENS
THESE HENS ARE MINE. AND THE FOX
SHALL HAVE KNOWN
OF MY EGGS.
THEN THE VOICE SAID, "MOLDS SHALL
GROW ON YOUR WHEAT, AND FUNGUS
SHALL GROW IN YOUR GARDENS
THIS THE SHRUBS COMMAND THAT
YOU DEFY THE WISHES OF THE GARDEN"
WHO IS HIS AND STOP TRYING TO FOOL ME,
THE MAN SAID, IBETCHA IT'S
THAT HUSSY BLEU BELLE
MAD CAUSE I WON'T DATE
HER SISTER"
THAN I HEARD," SILENCE !"
" I'M THE VOICE
THAT SHALL GUIDE YOU,
PUT 40 EGGS IN A BASKET
AND SIX GALLONS OF MILK,
AND FLOUR, YEAH THE FLOUR
AND THAN MIGHT YOU BRING
HONEY AND YEAST AND FAT OF
A MILKED COW, THAT THE FOX
MIGHT EAT THIS TO APPEAZE
THE GOD'S OF THE DIRT" SHALL
THESE GODS'
MAKE US FEEBLE AND STRANGE,
AND OUR GROUNDS UNFERTILE?
" AH YES"SAID HESITATING VOICE,
THESE OFFERINGS
SHALL HAVE YOUR GROUNDS TO BE
WITHOUT MOLD AND BACTERIA,
THUS THE GOD
OF EXPIRATION SHALL
MAKE ALL YOUR WHEAT'S
STALE AND FUNKY."
IN 1969 A GROUP OF CHURCH MEMEBERS DEVISED THIS SCHEME WHEN THE BOUISE THE FARMER WOULDN'T DONATE THESE GIFTS HE HAD PROMISED TO THE CHURCH. HE COULDN'T BECAUSE SOMEONE HAD PUT THE WRONG ADDRESS ON THE BOX, AND THE MAILMAN TOOK THE BOXES AWAY. THE CHURCHMEMBERS DIDN'T BELEIVE HIM SO THEY HID IN THE BUSHES AND USED NATIVE
MAGIC HYPONODUST TO HYPNTISE THE FARMER INTO GIVING THESE GIFTS.
In May, as we honor Our Blessed Mother Mary, Jesus’ first
and most important Apostle as Queen of Heaven and Earth, let us also focus on how to care for God’s creation. Everything in the worldbelongs to God, and our job is to care for it out of love for him and our neighbor. Try these easy and low-cost ways to care for God’s creation:
If you are interested in birds, put up a bird house in your yard
or neighborhood. More habitats disappear each year and birds have fewer places to nest
Limit the use of chemicals and pesticides in your yard. They
may be harmful to birds, wildlife, and pets
Wash laundry in cold water. You’ll cut energy bills and find
that most clothes are just clean.
When hiking or walking outdoors, stay on trails, keep dogs
on leashes and avoid sensitive natural areas especially during nesting season.
Dispose of oil and other toxic materials properly. One gallon
of oil poured down the sewer can contaminate one million gallons of fresh water.
Replace one incandescent light bulb each month with
energy-efficient compact fluorescent ones.
Reduce the amount of water your toilet uses during each flush
by placing a jar or other closed container full of water into your toilet tank.
Collect rainwater from gutters by placing containers at the
end of each gutter. Use it to water your garden or neighborhood landscaping.
Give thanks to God as the Creator at mass. Our worship of
Him will make us more aware of all God’s creation.