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Regrettably, Miss Greta G
must use a broom to clean her room;
she let the pigs come play, you see
for they were neat, so she assumed.
How learned she this? Not clear by whom.
I think I may have, I confess,
so I shall help clean up the mess.
I think ’twas from the book she saw,
a pig whose house was made of sticks,
another one was made of straw;
the last of course, was made of bricks.
On seeing these three piles, it clicks,
but how the pigs got from the barn?
Now that should be a tangled yarn.
She nearly pulled the whole thing off;
the cat is out, for here’s the deal:
Although I had my headphones on,
as I passed by, I heard a squeal,
and caught a whiff with porcine feel.
And now dear Greta’s rather mad,
And I’m the wolf, mean, big and bad.
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In the rhyming form of a Rhyme Royal, but using 8 syllables instead of 10
A girl in the crowd takes a selfie.
Her tam o’shanter sparkles
because of the fireworks going off
in the background, and because it has glitter.
At the gates of Moscow
weary French troops run away
hands over their ears, as Tchaikovsky
fires his righteous cannons.
The girl with the cell
is as pretty as her friend beside her,
but her friend outshines the tam o’shanter
as if it were just an ordinary beret.
She has sapphires in her eyebrows.
Kids in earshot of adults
‘wow’ or mouth age-appropriate obscenities.
The limp body of a teenage messiah
is elbowed and pushed around by his disciples.
Several rows back, a woman is laughing
as she cranes her neck skyward;
from the chin up, she looks like Greta Garbo,
only she is short and fat.
Rockets fly like fan-dancing ostriches.
The truncated 1812 Overture burps to a close.
My lens can’t capture the woman
or the girl, or her friend
who now all shine like diamonds.
I can’t fit all of this into 12 mega pixels.
The night eventually stops throwing missiles
at the moon,
the girls, and women fizz out,
the kids continue to sizzle
until they are led away by dark-eyed dreams.
Greta Garbo
by R.e. Taylor
I know you wish to be anonymous
To never be seen again
But the world will not allow that to happen
I know it may be presumptuous of me to say
At one time, you were a beauty beyond compare
A talent that anyone else would only envy
You may have lost your looks and your talent
And you locked yourself away because of it
But Miss Garbo you are still hiding in there
Just look at your reflection and you will see her
And I know that she still loves her fans
So, just once before you die
Come out into the open
Leave your fears behind
And just tell us the good bye you never told us
We may cry but not for our loss
We will cry because we will know you still care
And that will be what we will remember about you
© 2017 Shadowlight Publishing
Emerging sex scandal on the "Gaza flotilla": the organizer slept with all the activists. The "key organizer" of the world's most humane flotilla engaged in intimate relations with numerous mission participants right on board. On previous flotillas, Israeli military reported finding an anomalously large number of used and new condoms on the vessels. Was Greta Thunberg among them—we have no clue.
They went to break though sea blockade
Bring light to needy Palestine
A worthy cause when one is jade
A trip of orgy, by design
The amazons of our times
Or rather "dames on the loose"
Accuse Zion of awful crimes
For "noble cause" enjoyed abuse
To screw like there's no tomorrow
Abandon hubbies and proceed
Support Hamas, by moans and sorrow
No doubt, a courageous deed
When yacht becomes a battleground
Heroic act was their protest
Thereafter, all went homeward bound
Tight-lipped about "two bar" test
April 15, 2026
O Greta, dear Greta of Huskey Mountain Road,
If I loved you more, my heart would explode.
It has been a blessing to know you this year,
To watch you grow bigger and ever more dear.
I can’t hold a candle to love that is true,
A love that would die for both me and for you.
The universe expands; it never contracts;
That’s God making room for the love he enacts,
And all the small children whom He calls His own,
He calls them by name, before they have grown.
For all else is rubbish, yes, all else debris,
Compared to the knowledge that Christ’s calling me.
And so, my dear Greta, I fervently pray
The gift of salvation is coming your way.
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(a birthday card inscription on the occasion of Greta’s 2nd birthday - found in a file on the computer - she just turned 3...)
Sweden today
What happened to Sweden throwing off her neutrality like it was an old overcoat and to make matters worse joining old NATO, that is a moribund military organization.
I remember Ingrid Bergman, a great actress when I see her, I wonder, why Ricky had
a nightclub in Casablanca
There were many famous Swedes, such as Alfred Nobel, and Ingmar Bergman, and not forget Birgitte Nielsen married to an actor named Rocky Stalone, a screen hero
I remember Malmo where I bought coffee cups
With flowers on, now this town is full of angry belligerent Islamists wanting to enforce Shari law and run around with big knives
Of course, there is the forever teenager Greta Thunberg who wears a permanent scowl when marching in protest against the EU or if not something else; one wishes, she would fall in love, have sex with a young man, and go back to school
Hans had been raised to believe you protect your woman at all costs
His father was a warrior king, and instilled this in him since his first dawn.
Today his ideals were hidden, squirreled away, possibly even a bit lost
As his wife-to-be jumped into the fray, facing the monster head-on.
He had been startled when she raced around him and began to fight.
The monster bared his teeth, and growled; he was a ferocious sight.
But Greta held her ground, and backed him into shadows so dark.
Hans rushed in to help, but she was holding her own against this mark.
She fought with the brave heart of at least six valiant men.
She did not back down, she had this monster cornered within.
The monster let out a screech, a wail, and a siren’s sound.
The confused darkness in the shadows enveloped her all around.
Hans was terrified for her, this warrior, full of rage and power.
He could barely see what was happening, at this final hour
To a beast, who fell hard on her blade in this foreign land
For Greta had been raised to believe you protect your man
The world's biggest problem? It wasn't going away.
One fifteen year old girl would face it. That was just her way.
She didn't give us fantasy. She gave us action.
Demanding from leaders of the world, satisfaction.
Politicians insulted her, saying, "naivete",
stating she oversimplified, that's how they'd portray
her. Whether she was popular - that she did not care,
as she laid bare their smoke screens with clarity so rare.
She had things to deal with - Asbergers and depression.
The brave way she handled them teaches us a lesson.
She turned depression into action. her courage to enlist,
making a few enemies, but none were scientists.
Climate awareness was not this girl's only impact.
Backing the campaign to fly less changed the world in fact.
Sweden dropped four percent in domestic travel by air.
Pretty good work for a young girl with the grit to care.
Greta Thunberg, just a girl, also influenced me.
I keep my carbon footprint small, I don't go on a spree.
I vote. My money's in a fund with a low MSCI,
inspired by the young girl who won't let the planet die.
A dreary sun shoots its milk-warm and colorless sun rays that
in this jovial season should be harmonious and radiant;
raves themselves are wearing the funeral dress...
they croak, lament, and cringe at ghostly shadows
that set a murky stage toward early sunset...
shouldn't everyone raise their melancholic chant?
If gold lures avid seekers so does our luminescent sun
which slowly crosses unobserved the Euclidean space
through serene skies or even through tempestuous ones;
believer or non-believer, its crossing affects lives that abase:
while the preacher prays, and the astronomer discovers
galaxies outside our universe and asks the question twice...
we'll be leading a hard existence indulging in occasional fun!
The macabre fluctuating elms scare away the crickets
and the glowing owls from their posts chosen for quietness;
infuriated are the Green-winged teals who flew miles
from the snowy North to find the warmest nests...
they gather closer and defy the menacing winds!
Little they understand that who is responsible is Man himself
whose greed has devastated forests with fires causing death!
Ghostly shadows set a murky stage,
who dares to act portrays courage;
the villains watch, they don't applaud...
doom is a hated word, a demise not contemplated.
Greta, a remarkable advocate, makes her entrance;
her voice echoes and they are hushed by silence:
" Our planet is dying, so will you people of little concern;
thinking I came here not to speak about danger and afflict scorn:
before a disaster occurs, take appropriate action
to save yourselves and this planet which is in imminent extinction! "
avid arm-wrestling against awesome Allie
brave Billy Bouncer balks a bit at Ballet.
cocky courage cancelled, civic concentration.
during Des Moines Diamond demonstration
energetic efforts enthuse eager Eddie
facing fearless frog-legged Freddie
gracious Greta grants gorillas gratuities
harry harpoons happy harpy Helga Hanuities.
ignoring ignorant Insignificant Inglewood Iam.
juggling jockey Jacque justifies Jan’s jelly jam
keeping kangaroo kilos in Kalamazoo
linking luxurious llamas left loving the loo
marvelous Maude mixed montana’s merry moo
nevil’s nearby newts kneaded the nightly news
octagonal Oscar ostrich operates an oily ooze
practical pigeon Pete patrols Perry Parkway Poo
queluz quarrelsome questions quiver and quack
rustic remnant of Ruby respectfully resides on the rack
stellar starlight of steeple stallion stares on in the stack
twisting twosome Twiggmeister ties Terry’s Tennessee tack.
universal understanding utilizes utensils in the USA.
varigated variety of venus villians verifying
wild winsome windsurpers willing werewolf whying
‘xact ‘xperts ‘xplaining ‘xtra ‘xpenses ‘xasperatingly
young youthful yellow yaks yawning youthfully
zealous zealots zinging. zipping and zagging zestfully