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For good foundations, one must excavate -
removing rocks or muck or sediment.
Without this process, how can one create
a solid base on an impediment?
“Build not on sand,” a Holy One once said.
(I paraphrase; I think you get the gist.)
Remove the dirt and grit inside your head.
You cannot have a good life if a tryst
with things immoral occupies your time.
Some habits too ingrained require a blast
to get them out! But even if some crime
has weighed you down, this need not have to last.
When things must go, imagine them as rocks,
and excavate those dreadful stumbling blocks.
July 3, 2021 for Edward Ibeh's This Or That, Vol 4 Poetry Contest
sorry I keep making typos all the time!!
Today I have a day off from work,
The first of seven altogether.
Summer is gone, Autumn chills the air
So no co-operation from the weather.
I spent the morning reading poetry,
Trying to find inspiration.
So that when I finally put pen to paper
I would come up with a fantastic creation.
My mind keeps wandering to things I should do,
Not things I want to, I'm afraid.
For there's errands and shopping and cleaning and such
And of course there's bills to be paid.
So instead of wonderful poetry
My pen seems to be making lists
Of all the things I should do today.
I think you can get the gist.
But even if today is a wash
I still have six more to go.
Perhaps tomorrow I'll find the perfect poem
To create... You just never know.
They don’t give a monkeys
You’ve read what they’ve said
These flunkeys are off their head
Braggadocio pinocchio junkies
Baz cronies nutter baloney utter
Phoney show ponies in the gutter
Stutter one more flutter then splutter
Aussies like a knife through butter
The death of a nation..us all pining for Bazball’s fine dining/opining alright whining degustation;
Amuse bouche (louche with a bag of douche);
Golly gosh Hogwash
Humpty Dumpty Numpty
Total scrotal Tosh
To start (brain fart);
Fish have another swish
Trumpet Bazball strumpet crumpet
Dish of death wish Gibberish
To cleanse the palette (God dammit);
Far too mellow sickly sweet lemoncello
Take a mallet to the Bazball planet (grief aperitif & digestif)
Entree (naysay it's okay.. the way we play come what may every bloody day);
Ruddy veteran fuddy duddy buddies bash
Splash of rash & brash
Off stump chump slump rump
Dash..lash then crash
Flash Balderdash hash
Desert ( just desserts)
Teasing wheezing ego pleasing Trollop
Dollop of Codswallop
With a twist of narcissist mist (you get the gist)
Cheese board (traditions ignored)
Aussie gloat aged goat
Camembert despair
Double header immature cheddar
Out fought and out thought Roquefort
(served with they're crackers and in a bit of a pickle)
Petit Fours (flaws encores & guffaws);
Scoop of NincomPOOP
Tasty bit of hasty bullshi*
Peacocks big bolloc*s
Tripe as ripe as our Gripe
You don’t get a coffee because like Test cricket they can’t do it for toffee
Super California twist
Of lemon in large doses.
Eating great big mounds of it
Can cure your halitosis.
Just don’t mix much gin with it,
Or you can get sclerosis.
Take precautions to avoid,
From one who’s in the know, sis!
Um diddle, diddle diddle, not gonna lie
Um diddle, diddle diddle, not gonna lie
Oh, like a fish to water,
Started drink as just a lad.
Tick the nose and light the eye,
And make the heart feel glad!
But after twenty years or so,
It nearly drove me mad.
Now it’s been sixteen wonder years,
Since then, not one drink had!
Um diddle, diddle diddle, not gonna lie
Um diddle, diddle diddle, not gonna lie
I think that you now get the gist
Of how the story goes.
To end with a redemptive bit
amidst a tale of woe.
They say the pull of booze is strong,
inflicting pain and strife.
It's time you cast your cares on Him,
'cuz He can change a life!
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to the tune of "Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious"
from the Musical "Mary Poppins"
written 03/11/2022
When you mind your mind cause' all you find.
Is dried up fruit under the rind.
You can't recall what you should know.
You think maybe it's time to go.
The fog is thick, nothing will stick.
You can't depend on your old schtick.
The fading blues is now the news.
Lord knows it's not what you would choose.
So to be thankful on this day.
You have to cast off your dismay.
And eat some turkey, take a nap.
Then wake up, have a nightcap.
For every year family's will fear.
That Uncle will drink too much beer.
And Auntie will be in the wine.
Don't worry, tomorrow, it will be fine.
When everyone must go back home.
I'll sit right down and write a poem.
About how life has come and gone.
And how a thought can't seem to dawn.
Just rambling runnings in the mist.
Of something, I didn't get the gist.
The absence of the facts dismissed.
Oh yeah, here is my Christmas list.
These are just a few words I speak of that allow me not to fear
For when it is Jesus you come to love all else becomes so clear
But each word He would say and in every lesson He ever taught
He vividly shows us the way in turn giving us what we had sought
In Jesus saying be not afraid and do not walk around in fear
How such words have weighed in knowing that God is so near
Yet so many words are unread and so much meaning missed
But just read these words He said and you too will get the gist
He especially speaks of your love in the keeping of His Word
That you keep Him first and above, at least that's what is heard
The mansions prepared 'if it weren't so I would have told you"
The whole core of Christianity bared, every single word true
So do not seek out an excuse but in your future look to invest
For in you God has a use but you haven't showed up for the test
I can only count my blessings but yours haven't been picked up
But for me there is no guessing as I look at my overflowing cup
“Earth's Care
Though the arrogance of humanity
Insists some part of it we own,
Fragile Earth on which we stand
Is given to us as a loan.
As we impose our footprints here,
May lovely blossoms show our path.
No poisons or impurities,
Just sweet rainwater for her bath.
In robust numbers we shall march
Against pollution of our land,
Treading lightly as we advance,
Trustees of globe on which we stand.”
On which we stand, and pen while in Earth’s care,
For’er indebted for such lavish loan.
May sweet rainwater trace a joyous tear
On lovely blossom path now You, Joyce, own.
“I Am
I am: A lady-My mama saw to that.
I am: An American- So proud of my nation.
I am: A widow- I buried two husbands.
I am: A mother. I bore three beautiful children.
I am: A grandma- I have six grand children.
I am: A great-grandma- I have 12 great-grandchildren.
I am: A great-great grandma.. I have seven great greats.
I am: A Christian.. My folks were believers.
I am: A Lutheran. Same church for fifty years..
I am: A church goer. I never miss a Sunday except now in pandemic.
I am: A gardener. Formerly vegetable. Now flowers.
I am: A garden club member from local to National level.
I am: A certified flower judge. For forty years.
I am A Washingtonian. I've lived here since 1943.
I am: A North Dakotan. Born and raised there.
I am: A rural resident. I live alone on my farm.
I am: An author. I have published a book of poems.
I am: A reader. I love books.
I am: A retired person after 30 years same job.
I am: An old person. I will be 102 on 7/7/20.”
A lady by birth, her own mama vowed
That this girl will make America proud.
A devout believer, no Sunday missed -
Christian and Lutheran, you get the gist.
Washington resident, farm girl, no pun,
And a flower judge, a certified one.
Left great legacy starting with “I am”
Of many a child, a flower, a poem.
Your footprint on Earth lingers on with us -
R.I.P. Joyce, dear fellow poetess.
Some side affects will include heartache or heart pain
Self-doubt may protrude and your spirit will soon wane
Fear may also increase as with depression and anxiety
Few may even feel deceased but you still won't be free
A sudden thirst may appear or intense hunger can exist
Signs won't be clear but sooner or later you'll get the gist
Your whole body may even ache as one's vision will blur
And the harder it is to awake the less to one it will occur
Deep seeded anger could take hold as pride settles in
Your soul will be sold and you'll eventually die in sin
You may have feelings of being lost or not fitting in
Sure it has some side affects but you're living in sin
You'll never have peace but illusions may come and go
Oh how satan just loves to fleece those not in the know
So hooked on satan's dope there written on their grave
But there is hope as from all this the Lord Jesus did save
Get off satan's dope!
Jesus is the Great Physician!
I was sitting on the corner, stoned,
When out of the blue, my dead aunt phoned,
How could this be, she rests in peace,
Right beside my loving niece
I answered the phone, and my auntie said,
"I know you think that I am dead,"
"I'm alive"- my auntie moaned,
"Or- could it be that you're just- 'Stoned.'"
My dear auntie, is that really you?!
Let me stop and try to think this through.
I remember I stoned sober cried –
Your funeral can’t be denied.
Yes, I’m sure of it, there’s no mistake,
Perhaps you're some deep AI fake.
Trying to scam me from my dough --
Say something only we would know.
“Remember that night you had the munchies,
And chowed down on those blue pill crunchies.
Turned out they were late Uncle Fred’s
Stash of blue-chew ED meds.”
[Charles, back to you, if you get the gist
of where to go with this plot twist.
Suggest you keep it apropos.
It’s up to you. Where you will go?]
Submitted July 7, 2026 for The Stoner Collaboration Poetry contest sponsored by Charles Messina
Forget International law we’re going to war
Bloodlet betrayal Israel settles an old score
Rational regret nope they’ve done it before
Democracy trumps theocracy don't be a bore
Ideology analogy rampant hypocrisy the core
Encore beast feasts on Middle East once more
Yanks a bellicose hero no gung ho Emperor Nero
Iran has how many nuke warheads ..yep ZERO
Know North Korea has at least sixty..so hey ho
Tehran has subverted & really perverted the Quran
Mistook a book which dearly above all is about love
Protests hushed and clearly crushed by an iron glove
Vulture that killed Persian culture and became Iran
Recurring theme yes yet another despicable regime
We get the gist of the tryst to enlist be a misogynist
Twist with that insatiable hunger to be a warmonger
Confessed annihilation dressed up as emancipation
Just like the Vietnamese wheeze an illegal invasion
Afghanistan and Pakistan but not always only Asian
Hark back to Iraq those weapons of mass destruction
Iran made up glory story crass Bush & Blair production
No compunction Trump’s voter slump needs a ruction
Shouting we did collar Khamenei the deadly scholar
Flouting drastic snide bully tactic plied again with pride
No better than Hezbollah raving craving every oil dollar
We holler you’re killing women & kids like the Ayatollah
Displaced races & harrowed faces can’t choose a side
Bow & kowtow right now or you’ve got nowhere to hide
Nethanyahu retinue continue with the US by their side
Permitted even after in Gaza they committed genocide
The West rules poor people just tools schools of mules
We’re not fools we know who drools over fossil fuels
But if there is a sliver of silver lining shining in the sky
Defining demise of the ersatz ex pat twa*s tax free lie
Goodbye to the whining rash brash flash hellhole Dubai!