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Rains a lot where I live TODAY.
Moved here some nineteen weeks AGO.
This farm land of beans, corn, and HAY,
Through which the Mississippi FLOWS.
HOSPITABLE.
REALITY.
Moved from where there's a little RAIN.
Yes, nineteen weeks ago it WAS.
The growers there keep the world SANE.
Low rain falls for the good it DOES.*
The many DROUGHTS;
And so few DOUBTS.
062722PSCtest, Posie Contest, Emile Pinet
Rhyme: ABABCC; ABABCC
Syllable: 888844; 888844
*Please pray for the people out West
Enough with the weather,
The snow and the ice.
The storms we have had
Really ought to suffice.
Enough with the potholes,
The plows and the salt.
Though we’re being punished,
It isn’t our fault.
Enough with the shovels,
The scrapers, the blowers
And gutters which turn
Into icicle growers.
Enough with the mittens,
The scarves and the boots,
The problems with transit
And longer commutes.
Enough with the coughing,
The fever, the sneezes,
The outages when
Every power line freezes.
Enough with this winter
With which we’re afflicted,
But after all, it’s
What the groundhog predicted!
May Showers
Gaily appear May Showers.
Merrily kissing fallen flowers,
chasing petals of flamboyant,
dancing jubilant, rhythmic vibrant.
Sudden rainfall showing May Showers.
Intermittent, not for prolong hours.
Mesmerizing pleasing petrichor
reminds me a forgotten folk-lore.
Not heavy, but cool gentle May Showers.
New buds, tender leaves, soft grass-growers.
Abrupt unexpected joyful rain
to charm, to enchant and to entertain.
Unlike a long and sunny summer day,
Children are not prone to come out and play.
We don't hear the birds singing and having their say.
Crops have been harvested and growers have done their best.
Farmlands are reclining and machinery has been put to rest.
Unless there's a storm, things are programmed to release their stress.
The chill is on, the thrills are subdued, and much of nature is hibernating.
Except for evergreens, trees and vegetation seem to be grieving. Since
The wake of Fall, fowls and butterflies have been leaving. Winds, ice, snow,
and broken power lines are sending many to the slow lane because Winter has
spoken and released her troops of pain. No, it's no secret that Winter, like
every season, compels all creatures both mild and wild to change.
It is now legal to take THC
A drug now in gummies and Cannabis tea
But in Siskiyou County the Hmong growers move in
threaten the natives, who must lose so you win.
[bridge]
You can love him and leave him, have a sweet fling,
The government helps with the baby you bring,
We've got the highest percent of single mothers anywhere
Its hard on their kids, but why should we care?
[chorus]
Ask not for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for you
You've had your fun, soon the payment is due
If you don’t want chains, then you best take a stand,
Don’t get swept away with the tides of this land.
If they call you the wrong pronoun, you can sue
Say you are trans, they'll do surgery too
They'll charge the insurance companies, for this vital need
But if you want to change back, can't undo the deed.
If you can't pay your landlord, you're free to stay
If you lack 900 dollars, shoplift away
New frontiers in freedom discovered every time
Open the borders, skyrocket the crime
Teachers complain of the new crop in their class
Students curse them, kick them, and otherwise harass
Kids don't fear rules, are free to express
But what kind of jobs will they have? What hope of success?
Drag shows for kids, who’s keeping score?
We’re opening doors that stayed closed before.
They also hire drag queens for army ads
Russia and China must laugh at our fads.
Isn't it great how free we are
New frontiers, overcoming every bar
But if you can't control yourself, you pack of fools
You won't be happy when others make the rules.
I am inspired to advise people to join like minded others in doing positive things.'
This could be as simple as creating an informal group, that posts true advice on
Different life situations people might encounter, and maybe having volanteers
Offer time to take a number of calls should
They feel they could offer such as an extra
Dimension so say fifteen people who would operate the website ( if one is needed.?) If not don't..Another
thing could
Be an open celebration of life with music and free food maybe in sn open field setting, a centeral tenent being value of humanity, and the support of the family unit that facilitated the western civilisations that gave so much to the whole world in the scheme of things, this
Aysimetric initiative seems to me a possible counter for people, to the meetings at davos where billionairs go to
Air views on how to order our lives.' Now how many average people in your state can go to ' speak against that?' Yet each town can organise its own system to give
Some support in whatever way to its young
Its elderly its small growers.' What is not started will never thrive.' Just an idea I wished to share.' God bless think free and find some joy.'
Rosebuds draft in scarlet, crimson, or maroon,
dreams to capture the viewer's point of view,
as its blossom's sheath their basis to its prune,
magnificent achievers rise in rows queue,
as the loss of age cast their field of thorn strewn,
shadows the facades to pipe a distinct tune,
shear away those sharp pokey points of danger,
and frail petals to amend its life-changer.
Amendments trail the housed maxed of tabletops,
of revived rosebuds claim a home as their own,
a treasured wealth trades with the town's floral shops,
then set at one's front wicket by an unknown,
or adorn tombstones as floral wreaths that props,
and crowned on a princess who sits on her throne,
a taxing burden to detain the death masque,
not tiny but thornless as Bonsai craft's task.
The Pyramid steps like the Baguio steppes,
where Filipinos view as their time-out spot,
the other is ancient for tourists who peps,
while an isle serves the rosebuds to sprout and squat,
nature confides stemmed thornless maroon by reps,
students check articles of the course they plot,
as a new breed of rosebuds shelved a terrace,
elegance embrace the solitaire heiress.
Loosely sketched parcels that the rosebud dwells in,
fresh sod fertile and well-sopped sealed neath the sun,
from its current strain, since its birth in Eden,
inspire blossoming with faint buzzes outdone,
coy rumors, green greener, red redder, seeds in,
East rises, and West sets, how the rosebud won,
Bonsai is an ancient craft not deemed as new,
man named rosebuds since their virgin birth, it grew.
Spring sprung sprouts as their healthy roots hug the ground,
a wealth of newborns reach for the warmth of skies,
its outstretched stem hardens merely being gowned,
a promised promenade paramount to rise,
by patrons, the sun, moon, and earth make their round,
a glowing shape as a rosebud is its prize,
the fields are graced with rosebuds color-filled rows,
as they grow in opened splendor till it snows.
Botanical Society best: Sowers.
ranked by their breeds and regions where they were raised,
down to idyllic truths, forthcoming growers,
who take pleasure in their leisure being phased,
where growth is best tended as their height lowers,
promised its dowery by virtuous praised,
reach prosperous glory in you or outpours,
rain or shine achievers within or outdoors.
I look at last week’s bluebells in their vase some spent; some strong still' pictures of Memories shadow my mind haphazardly, along with the conviction of life's validity.
Its quiet outside on the 4th of the 20th 2020 and the worlds vision is altered, people are Talking.
Not for now the adulated pop idols and demi-gods;
There are bursts of sombre news reports,
A rash of adverts seeking to milk the worthy folk,
The frightened people anyone at all!
Also I feel a consensus of concern.
'And yet hope' as the world finds its heroes amidst the carers and quiet workers;
The farmers, the growers of 'vegetables and fruit and hope' for the future is part of what we Make of our today; there is still life; and it’s still valid!
©Joe Maverick 20-4-2020
Marijuana from a farm in Oklahoma
Chemicals added that could put you in a coma
Grown by a Chinese Mafia, on American land
They don't care if you die by their hand.
Marijuana from a Siskiyou County farm
Once few sheriffs were needed, such little harm
Now the Hmong come in, want locals out
More trouble that your marijuana is about.
(Chorus)
Just one dumb mistake
It seems so unfair
They don’t like you
And they don’t care
Was this hit your last stand?
Will it take you to the promised land?
If you believe, you can say a prayer
But they don't like you and they don’t care.
Ghouls add fentanyl, then laugh at your last high
Some add nitazenes, trace amounts can make you die
It’s your body, your choice, but the rule is cruel
You could pay with your life for their pocketful.
Maybe you don't like yourself
Maybe that's why
But whatever damage to your health
The poisoners won't cry.
The U.S., even China, will ban a pesticide
But take the weed, and on your body it is applied
Workers are treated harshly on these marijuana farms
Shouldn't that raise some alarms?
You say you're against global warming, well, growers use power
They steal electricity, while neighbors cower.
Mafias branch out, find other crimes to do
Please care about the USA, if you don't care about you.
Even the politicians who say 'legalize'
have suspect motives, it's you they despise
Legal pot actually is a cover for what these growers do
The whole scene is a shame, are you ashamed of you?
7/20/19
"I'll be your Joker"
Still a registered voter
Signed up to be an organ donor
And finally became a car owner
I rarely use a controller
When it's time, I'll man up and buy a stroller
As well as panels that are solar
Near and far from areas that are polar
Doesn't matter if I ever get a Range Rover
Or Roadster
I'm barely ever sober
Always been a loner
And stoner
3 months away from another October
If you want to be my Harley Quinn, I'll be your "Joker"
Not no poser
Where are you Scully? This is agent Mulder
Anytime you want, I'll be your shoulder
To lean on
From here to way beyond
For eons
Where's my Marge? I am Homer
I'll be your rock over and over
Since I've gotten nobler
They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder
I've seen it so much, I could compile a folder
Life's one giant rollercoaster
It's really revving my motor
All these women giving me a b***r
And then the cold shoulder
As if I am an ogre
I remain a soldier
Drinking high end coffee, no more Folgers
Getting wiser and older
Becoming bolder
As the world gets colder
I'm not feeling dolor
Just multi tasking, while a fire continues to smoulder
Maintaining my composure
Finding closure
Getting closer
To greatness instead of being mediocre
I enjoyed the work I did with several growers
As well as trapping some gophers
Occasionally I'll partake in poker
Even though I'm not the best hoaxer
Once or twice I used a fire stoker
When it came to Mary Jane, I was a doter
A fan of it's fragrance, it's not what I'd call an odor
I consume some products made by Clover
And am usually in places considered remoter
It's time I get a toaster and holster
I don't really need a Flame Thrower
Or to get my face on a most wanted poster
Suit yourself if you want to wear a boater
Or choker
Houses in continual foreclosure
Not always wise to go for the price that is lower
Someday my mind and body will be slower
And one day it'll all be over
10-4 over and out
And now you know, what i'm really about
Not just by word of mouth
As they say don't look a gift horse in the mouth
Regardless of if you had your doubts
By: Dalton Ogletree