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Glibly goes; the globalists line deprivation is freedom
And eternal war is so fine' repression of the west that
Had afflulence and health.' That might spill over? to the
Third world..Kept upon its own shelf.' By empowered
Populations un-predated by war, in appreciation of advances, from the decades gone before..As thought
Pharoah Tutmoses; the second to none? The folk in
General are most numerous, of my riches whats is to
become? So he made 'interventions and punishments'
Hard.! to deplete them in number..To kill young males
His trump card.' And yet there was plentitude, innovation
All was well.' Now his agressive intention unto evil actions
Would sound the death knell.'
written twelve years ago
when yours truly about two score
and twelve years old,
and fishy financial fiasco
about twenty six weeks
before being scalloped
courtesy villainous fraudster
otherwise known as scam artists,
blithely, glibly, and pliantly
fleeced with shear trickery
my coveted nest egg.
TO: TWO PRECIOUS HARRIS LASSES
WHO LIVE ON GREENTREE LANE
THIS FAST APPROACHING CHRISTMAS HOLIDAY
AS WILL READILY BECAME PLAIN
RECEIVED A SPARTAN GOVERNMENT LARGESSE
WHICH AFFORDS PRESENT
ONLY ONE BOX OF COAL APIECE
DISAPPOINTMENT THIS PA
HUMBUG HO HUM FELLOW
WILL TRY TO EXPLAIN.
OUTRAGEOUS COSTS
TO CLOTHE ELVES
WHAT WITH DESIGNER CLOTHES
AND THE LATEST TECHNOLOGICAL GIZMO
NEARLY BROKE THE PIGGY BANK
IN ADDITION TO FEED THE REINDEER
COMPOSED OF BUCKS AND DOES
THIS I TELL YOU
TO BE EARNEST AND FRANK
WHICH GRUELING BUSINESS
NEARLY FOUND LITTLE ASS(ETS) FROZE
THIS GOVERNMENT ACTION
NO HALLOWEEN PRANK
NEARLY FOUND ME BEHIND BARS
ADDING TO UNFORTUNATE WOES.
SMALL TOKENS ACQUIRED
BY THE ABILITY TO SCRIMP AND SAVE
A PITTANCE COMPARED
TO LAST YULETIDE
YET NO INTENT TO BE MEAN SPIRITED
NOR RANT OR RAVE
FOR BOUNDLESS LOVE SPILLS FORTH
FROM SENSITIVE PRIDE
NO MATTER SOME
PERCEIVE ME UNSAINTLY
PURSE NICKETY KNAVE
RANK AS A WORSE CREATION
THAN FRANKENSTEIN’S BRIDE.
TRY TO REMEMBER
TIS THE THOUGHT
FROM WITHIN TO GIVE EACH
AND EXTEND THE SPIRIT
OF GOOD CHEER
THAT COUNTS MORE
THAN SPEND LAVISHLY
AND TO REALLY TEACH
SO CHERISH EACH
AND EVERY MOMENT
WITH PASSION TO SPARE.
NOW ONWARD AND UPWARD HO
WITH THE SOUND OF SLEIGH BELLS
BACK TO THE NORTH POLE
THIS POOPED OUT HERD WILL GO
AND THE EXPECTED GIFT
FROM THE MISSUS A LUMP OF COAL
PLUS A LAUNDRY LIST
OF DUTIES PERFORMED
WHILE ENDURING TEMPERATURES
(INCLUDING WIND CHILL FACTOR)
THAT FEEL LIKE…
WELL BELOW ONE HUNDRED BELOW.
Anchors Aweigh...Destination Unknown
Weather beaten cap'n,
and watertight bewitched craft
time tested since maiden voyage
(circumnavigating the globe
back in the day
of my youth),
I ranked tough as a pitbull,
when severely pitted
against raw elements
of swiftly tailored,
harried stylish nature
against leathery faced
reptilian skin, hard drinking
(actually as corked
poetic convenience - vermouth
arbitrary bottle of choice
if for no other reason,
than to rhyme
with the above line),
and tobacco spitting, while
colorfully swearing as an uncouth
Furies (of Agamemnon) fighting (tooth
and nail) Pirate,
where rickets, scurvy,
and thrice unconscious,
currently ample proof
could not forsooth
bring me to
Davy Jones's locker,
cuz I never wanna
get relegated to an underwater
whale schooled booth,
this raconteur can nonchalantly,
glibly, and blithely attest,
with braggadocio, despite
no warm welcome will
ever greet mine tinnitus
pained ears, I can plainly
imagine acrimonious retort
upon me behest
his far more'n lifetime
bobbing (like a sponge)
buoyed atop crest
longing e'en for
(carping, caviling, hen pecking,
or shrewish) wife,
and loving family
forsaken, sans living
antisocial upon briny deep divest
many opportunities to
experience wedded, webbed
and whirled bliss,
and hence for everest
as bachelor, especially
at present junction
of twilight years,
my crude manners
makes foreign (for
an) ill suited guest
boot e'en if yours truly
became inured to life on land,
(as a "FAKE" father figure
feathering his nest
my coarse behavior, as basic
electric koolaid acid test
would force even
the most tolerant proprietor,
perhaps a bank
manager at Univest
would utter VAMOOSE,
e'en if eye covered up
my heavily pierced,
and tattooed breast.
(alternately titled: Zayda born April 9th, 1929)
e'er since his birth,
his daring do didst not abate
the penultimate most spectacular
concrete incontestable product
constituting biological offspring
developing, fashioning,
and incubating gene nee us,
he unwittingly didst create
encoded whence he got conceived
approximately begat circa
July nineteen twenty eight,
and hence upon April ninth
two thousand and eighteen
cometh denoting exceptional great
ness among kith and kin innate
awareness to take stock and celebrate,
how a series of fortunate events
commencing with a date
to Harriet Kuritsky
(at that time, yet to pledge her troth)
accepting storied handsome fellow,
whose constitution sturdy as "forest" timber
(definition of groom) to be lawfully wedded wife...
until death do them part)
unwittingly marriage didst emancipate
my mother, who met a awful, cruel
and terminal undeserving fate,
which tortured demise, the grim reaper
gladly, gleefully, and glibly
held her steadfast
thru death decreed grate
a permanent life sentence,
she vehemently did hate
and fiercely fought tooth and nail
(unimaginable to me,
thee sole son), how
agonizingly bitterly clearly irate
such suffering wrenched, wrought, wrung
August marriage permanently
cleft by malicious, nefarious,
and opprobrious tongue
no heroic measures, only lamentation slung
upon the livingsocial clinging,
where grief rung
every last ounce,
though thru each passing year
thy mum gone thirteen orbitz
round the sun, that shear
ring raw emotion
still persists in concert with lear
ring grimace of deathly hallows, 'ere
obstinate heart ache lessened now
since papa found bliss
in which to steer the prow
of his four score and nine
aged ship of state row
wing (or more or less peacefully drifting)
berthed in consonant with vow
wills - a staunch spirit does wow!
(“Something From Nothing”, 2024, original encaustic)
Why There Is Something Rather Than Nothing
The great questions of existence
Arise and revolve around just that; existence.
And if not for this existence
We wouldn’t wonder…
So there IS something after all
Although something slippery and luminous
Not as tangible as it seems
Or tangible as we’d like.
But it is here, after all,
The very here and now of our…
Existence
(again, always coming back to that basic ground).
But then what of nothing,
Is it even possible?
Is it what was before something?
And if so then is it still?
Although can a nothing even be before a something
Since a nothing just isn’t?
Here we embrace the practical real life wisdom
Of the good doctor Seuss.
So why is there something rather than nothing?
Because there simply is,
Because there always has been,
And because you can’t play at being alive without something to play with.
But more fundamentally
It’s because what we so glibly call something
Is in fact something more
Than we can ever know.
And knowing, while a curious and delightful epiphenomena,
Is nowhere as fun as simply being and doing.
If you doubt this,
Just ask my dogs.
As they say,
The best things in Life
Aren’t things,
And they certainly aren’t nothing.
(11/2/24)
As moonlight strolls where sunlight glibly danced
along the awkward stairway to the lake,
I chased my mind but didn't have a chance
to catch its bouncing beams across the wake.
I wondered why the moon's path always seemed
to find me hidden somewhere on the shore -
no place to hide nor question without dreams,
was it just me alone that it adored?
So simple and complex our lazy thoughts
that stop to take a measure of the night;
alone is where each perfect peace is fraught
with truths that tangle minds in fickle flight,
just like the frantic course of wayward sparks
that drift until they're lost within the dark.
April 9, 2019
They kill a body and to prison go
Behind the bars with time they have to pay
A life that’s deadened with a life exchanged
So law and justice see the light of day
But tell me what of those who kill the heart
Who murder love and glibly walk on by
Incarceration is not their reward
The weight of guilt to bear, they do deny
A greater crime than this is yet to be
To kill a heart and form the living dead
Someone who walks and talks but is not real
Who shoots away the day and weeps in bed
Imprisoned they should be who now walk free
A murdered heart, a greater crime must be!
Jade Celeste
The soul is right
The soul is good
It gets no credit
Perhaps it should
Deserves respect
Demands acclaim
We give it up
In someone’s name
Maybe a god
Maybe a king
A pleasant voice
That truly rings --
A handsome face
Virile and stout
Yells when to throw
The garbage out
We like our kings
We cheer our gods
They claim that we
Defy the odds
And exert sway
Over our paths
I think a heard
Some god just laugh --
No I am sure
One of our kings
Went to his bank
Glibly skipping
Walking on streams
As kings are wont
Best seats in every
Restaurant
While you and I
Just have to wait
And drool upon
Our meager plate
My how they lead
And how we swoon
We get all hot
On honeymoons
And throw our lot
With gods and kings
Who bind our beaks
And smash our wings
Then stuff us with
Their bullish lies
And pluck our young
Before our eyes
I hope you toast
Your god or king
Before your meal
This Thanksgiving
I hope you’re stuffed
When you are done
I hope your team
It will have won
Two minutes left
Til sudden death
When you’re that full,
Hard to take breaths
Or take a knee
In solemn sight
Of every head
Itching to fight
There, in the stands
You’re circumscribed
By gods and kings
Who write your lives
November, 2020
In her tear and dirt streaked face
Her melancholy eyes still seek
Shifting memories that flit and flee
Shadows of the past still speak
A Spark of Hope for each passing glance
Searching for her love long gone
Rain or shine in this spot each day
Rejection plays its own soulful song
Deep in the echoes of her sighs
An unrequited love not died
Whispered words speak of eternal love
Tripping glibly off a tongue that lied
Yet she lingers on a departed promise
Her nuptial dress ragged with age
A key deliberately tossed-discarded
Trapping true love in a rusted cage
To her tear streaked cheek a locket she holds
I see a beauty that once was strong
And I weep for her and her shattered heart
Holding broken dreams - far too long
If I could but give her back her YESTERDAY
Bestowing on her a true love to stay not stray
Footnote:
Dedicated to an unknown melancholy young lady whom I saw sitting in a busy subway dressed in tattered lace, with a soulful look in her eyes and it instantly brought the Beetles song ‘Yesterday’ to mind.
The verses are not written to match the music.
Tonight my sweetheart shook his head
As fortune cookie note was read
A baffled look; his countenance
"How do I take this? Makes no sense!"
He read it out to understand, that little
slip held in his hand...
"You're as intelligent as you're good looking..."
He paused a second, I could tell that
phrase was really cooking
Then glibly, in his satire, he gave that
slip a flip
He rephrased the cookie's fortune,
A misfortune quip...
"That could mean I'm ugly,
As Ugly as I'm dumb!"
He threw the cookie in the trash
And swept away the crumbs
I found the slip of paper
That message was quite grand
I'm thinking he's the smartest guy
In all the blessed Land!
And so the little fortune
Has grasped me in an awe
To me, he is the handsomest
Dear man, I ever saw!