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Tabby Green is the most flexible, gymnastic- thinking cat.
We see his antics, and we laugh out loud good and fat.
A contortionist in the most elaborate, upside down ways.
Holding on tightly to our furniture filled with snags and frays.
Yesterday he hung upside down off of Gram’s potted ivy all day.
She was furious until he whisked all the Asian beetles away.
Next he was found on the pipes under the kitchen sink.
Mom forced him out of there after she got her drink.
He is swinging from a light fixture in the living room now.
Making some of us dizzy, and the dog bark “bow wow!”
Tabby Green is in line for the Olympics gymnastic team someday.
In the meantime, we get to watch this fine kitty play.
We have crossed over the bridge, looking back from where we begin; we have crossed over the bridge and have paid dearly for our sins. The sins of lust burn with shame as we try to wrap up this promiscuous game; the days get longer, the night gets shorter and another month jumps onto the fleet.
The devil is strumming his guitar in the back while the ancient alter is spewing out poisonous gas. The scene looks magnificent from afar but danger is looming in the sky waiting for the clouds to roll by. We have been there for a long time, counting down the days when the wind would blow in our way.
The streets are littered with matter and the crows are hanging over the gutter, the grasshopper is jumping about in the bed and volcano erupts exposing the dead.
Thousands of them lined up in the streets, with long guns stretched across their back marching together in a unified manner while the general refused to give up power.
Several ultimatums were given to him but his eyes did not blink and so he held his grounds on a burning throne. The heat was so hot; he had to exchange his military clothes for a silk gown and a gymnastic pose.
We continued our journey across the bridge with a flip-flop on our feet and tee-shirt and jeans to cover our body that were exposed to the burning heat.
Down in the village it was overcast but we continue to press before it gets dark, we had no money or food to eat, we had to beg as we progressed along the street; some people had compassion on us but most of the time we ran out of luck. As the night bears down on us, we found someone that we could trust. She opened her hearts and took us in and gave us a nice shower, a healthy dinner and sends us on our way the next day.
We got some change to ride the bus and we got to our destination without a fuss and so we had to part ways when we reached the city center. I walked through the gate and for the first time I felt detached from someone that was holding on to my frock and bad mouthing me behind my back.
Now I have the space to breathe fresh air and connect to my heart that is so dear; I can still hear your voice mumbling on the air and I want to listen to what you have to share. I can feel your presence far and near. This was a narrow escape.
Base Ball
Give me basically any ball and I love it
Hate to say it is Rugby this side of the
Ocean that divides but we are joined by
the language though we call it ‘Rounders’
Round ball and here it is the oval crick and crack where
talent meets and bats propel with sonar
speed and sweet delight when cheering leaders
sport their curves and acrobatic tantra
For uninitiated and confused spectators
a leather bullet approaches with all its might
some poor guy or gal not allowed to duck
or dive but brace it with just a wooden stick
Projectile forces redirected emphasize the
need to run around in squares of enchantment
with crowds jumping up and down hand to
heart in orchestrated anthems of support
When all the running hitting throwing stops
and all the adverts are digested the better
side has won but everyone should receive
a shiny medal for taking part in unison
Innings and outings have a greater meaning
though once philistines have counted all
their blessings and aggression has abated
it’s just a game and warfare was transcribed
When followers of baseball passion leave the
stadium and paraphernalia crown the streets
good shots and hitmen women of gymnastic pride
agree that ball and basic instincts kept the Peace
Embedded in national culture heritage and thrill
the soft sporty cushion of engagement bereft of
disproportional lateral harm and collateral damage
has shown the world for once a peaceful resolution
11th February 2017
In a tippy old house on a chilly hill slope
lived a stout lady, turning to seventy two.
She’d sit by the fireplace rocking in her quiver chair,
not knowing the beasty drama being played downstairs.
Two sneaky creatures, composing a fiddle-shifty pair,
a snoozy muffin black cat and a wiggly zipzap grey rat,
lived in the attic for ages in curiously peaceful zest,
danced wild doodling samba through the hushed nights.
The cat curled on her frayed mat for smarty catnap,
while the rat flipped-flopped doing acrobatic twists.
He’d wiggle in a flurry of zigzag gymnastic twirls,
snake all over the cat’s tail like a merry-go-round robot.
One napping afternoon when the lady sipped tea,
the cat lay flat purring slowly in a snoozy relaxed mood.
The rascal rat turned a brat and with a quick nibble
bit her tubby tail as if that was a juicy sausage roll.
The cat sprang up like a spring, screeched a shrill scream,
puffed her quivering whiskers and strutted through the air.
With a wiggle and wriggle she pounced swiftly
on the darting rogue rat to settle the score on her terms.
The rat, quick as zipzap, vanished in a split blink
through the tiny hole into the dark and murky tunnel.
The cat stomped and tramped with a gritty groan,
shoved in her over-sized head into the rat hole.
Poor kitty, her thrust to punish the rat fell flat,
her head got stuck in the teeny hide-out of the rat.
The simplification of a traffic jam
In an office
Finish print job
And release document to document owner
Mail fraud in possession of access
Whom accessed file of document owner wrong
Is in hearing
No hearing of printer job
No crime in owning document
Homekey fraud
Interpreted in California as economy
Unemployed printers?
City does and does not operate hotels
Business transacts in appropriation of funds
and ink press powers
In time observation
Of collection is willing
Thank you again for sharing your feedback and helping us shape California's future.
Sincerely,
Governor Gavin Newsom
Obstructing journalism
Very literal
The homeless point at and time move
Down generation gymnastic snatch skills
Front lines of tinder relocate shift reward visuals
Out the house dodge
Grades good bye byes
I see that I've detected
some words that were neglected
By noted “lexicologist” to Suess
I'm sure some how in time
they'll create more words that rhyme
But for now, I'll put the ones, I found to use
For example, there's "Galactic"
and I hate to sound "Didactic"
But, have YOU tried to rhyme this word before ?
So, l'll find a different Tactic
less ridged more Elastic
That I'm sure everyone, will just adore
I've been writing till I'm Spastic
like a nervous Geriatric
But there's only two words, that will do
I'll seek some Chiropractic
And work on my Gymnastic
In time I'm sure I'll feel as good as new
I don't mean to sound Sarcastic
But what kind of word's Bombastic
It's the craziest word I ever heard
Who made up Pleonastic
And thought himself Scholastic
I'm sure he must of been some loony bird
How can I write with Lactic ?
Or practic, prophylactic
To make a poem filled with poise and grace
If IT'S to be climatic and regarded as fantastic
I've got to do what's Drastic,
I rest my case
I feel a sudden stiffness in my chest, I have not been running but I am almost out of breath, I stood for seventeen hours in the corner trying to put things in order but the drill across the street keep disrupting my heart beat and the humming bird around the corner keeps scattering the garbage in the street and singing to a musical irony.
I am not used to doing formal exercise but sometimes I go all the way through the painful sacrifice, with my hands on my hip and my foot on the bar, I do exercise that makes me feel tall.
The mornings are grey when my heart is leaning the other way, I wish I had company to exchange a word or two, when I do the pushups , weight lifting and a couple miles on the treadmill.
I love doing aerobic exercise, instead of taking diet pills and drinking green juice, I just love to burn the sweat and stretch and fill my lungs with fresh hear.
See them laying on the floor over there, everyone in their own space, they are rolling from left to right and the body is putting up a terrible fight.
“You have got to shed five pounds”, he said, or I will roll you out of my bed, I will be the director and I want you all to do some frantic move, by the end of the week you will jumping on your feet.
You will wear bikini on the beach and you will ride bicycle through the street and tell the people that you have lost five pounds. You will give them a flyer to join the class and you will start your own business at last.
I cannot feel the stiffness anymore; it has disappeared on the dance floor; I work out mornings and evening and at nights I usually take a swim.
My gym is in my basement and I have emptied the diet pill in the toilet, I feel much happier when I sing, I lose more weight when I stand up straight.
I have to get my mind and body in harmony and my spirit to balance it.
I love working out on the gymnastic bar with that graceful poise and when the instructor comes along, she plays the music of the wild swan.
The stiffness is gone and I feel comfortable in my body.
I was the moonchild, eclipsing in the night
You were the sunshine that filled earth's
days so bright
Through space, we fly, the years zoom by
Our childhood dreams and fun-filled schemes
Echo by the sea, our voices, you and me
My little flower sister, you blossomed in the sun
Our camping trips, gymnastic flips, oh!
We had so much fun
Little sister Sunshine, my blossom of the sea
I treasure our sweet moments,
you're my precious Chelserie!
To my baby sister, whom I love so much
<3
~ BJ ~
That child is like a washing machine
when tucked within her bed,
Arms and legs flail everywhere
No chance you’ll find a head.
I expect that's hiding somewhere down
where you’d expect to find the toes
Where a noggin normally rests
Well! No one really knows.
You lay her down to go to sleep
The first move is the “wash”
Linen, gets all pushed around
erratically till its squashed.
Here’s the move I call the rinse
This one’s rather tame.
Motion, and then rotations start
But not quite yet insane.
Ye Gods!!
Here’s the start of the spin cycle.
As bed begins to rumble
Thrashes mirrored by crashes
Artistic gymnastic tumbles.
Blankets, pillows, clothes
All flying through the air
One stuffed toy arcs past the light
Whoa!
Had to duck a teddy bear!
Of course she always sleeps
Through all this absurdity
Each morning I lament the fact
that she was tucked in carelessly.
Before the primate known as “man” became loquacious,
With all his fishnet shenanigans, skylarking monkey shines,
And thermo-nuclear weapons,
There was a time when words among men
Had not yet become discrete utterances
Encoded with agreed upon meanings.
It was a time when disputes were rarely settled
Through diplomatic concordance.
During that long stretch of pre-history,
Our ancestors’ best efforts at verbal communication
Consisted of assorted grunts, howls, squeals, screams, cries,
And presumably laughter.
Conflict negotiation in Paleolithic times
Might have involved all these primitive sound bites,
But would most likely conclude with blood being spilled.
The development of verbal language among humans
Would require the evolution, over many generations,
of various specific anatomical adaptations.
The mechanisms that enable us to fill our lungs with air
And expel it in a gymnastic manner up our throats,
Around our tongues, through our teeth, and past our lips,
Allow us to produce all the recognizable vocalizations
That comprise all the languages of the world
With all their vocabularies and grammars.
For most of pre-history the genus Homo
Merely grunted, howled, squealed, screamed, cried,
And occasionally, it might be hoped, laughed.
The development of verbal language among humans
Would lead to the invention of promises, oaths, and vows,
But also lies, deception, and inhuman oppression.
In the end, we are all just talking monkeys.
Talking monkeys that still grunt, howl, squeal, scream, cry,
And sometimes laugh, whether it’s appropriate or not.
Talking monkeys armed with thermo nuclear weapons.
Human history may be heading to an inevitable conclusion;
Talking monkeys will never be anything other than talking monkeys.