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Infinite pitch black void zoomed,
I vacillated then pitched headlong
(head and knobby knees, over heels)
where skeletons in shuttered closets roomed,
and antithesis of freedom loomed
large (think) cosmic size grand canyon groomed
courtesy the once mighty Mississippi,
now barely a babbling brook in places
espouses, and cloisters unbridled wedded bliss
till after honeymoon, than couple fumed
one accusing the other of infidelity
absolute zero witnessed crime of passion
lifeless bodies in shallow grave entombed
after violent retribution forensic experts
determine homicide after lovely bones exhumed
shotgun marriage from getgo doomed
structured sound of silence boomed.
Against the wishes of slumbering wife,
the following I nonetheless narrated,
to you how she temporarily held
yours truly check (mated),
thus eternal salvation sought
at healing waters of Lake Woebegone
repurposed conscious being
to experience sanguine mood linkedin
attending high school reunion
ridding hypocrisy, modesty,
and travesty initially I hibernated
away from madding crowd
once for all ascending
soul asylum gilded gated
stairway to heaven
consanguinity amidst deceased brethren
impossible mission to discern,
dawdling against inevitable fated
doom, thus I nevertheless equivocated
and bemoaned series of unfortunate events.
Daniel Handler an American writer and musician
best known for his children's series
A Series of Unfortunate Events
and All the Wrong Questions
Lemony Snicket honestly created
salvation blissfully, knowingly belated
and thankfully ameliorated.
At long last doomed existence
finally fancy free and footloose
Earthly afflictions divine creator
severe trials and tribulations let loose
promise body, mind and spirit triage
damn physical, mental, and
spiritual afflictions permanent vamoose
yoked Sisyphean and mephistophelean woe
summoning herculean strength
(mine) to vanquish
courtesy (halloo) gibbet welcome noose
necks stop outer limits analogous cooked goose.
A famous alumnus is visiting the university. I got an invitation several days ago to a small, socially distanced, masked, focus group. It was to be early on a Saturday morning - so, why not? I was excited to see her - I’m a fan.
We were a diverse group of about 20 (covid tested before admittance) students and I was in the back row. Seating was offset so everyone could see everything perfectly. I craned and swiveled, when her entourage came into the room. Then, there she was - I’m sure I was grinning ear to ear (behind my mask), we clapped, excitedly. She wore a navy business suit. A jacket over a black blouse with slacks and black shoes.
She gave a talk, about the challenges America faces. On YouTube, her speech-giving voice always seemed artificial, cold, harsh and brittle. Here, she was low-key, motherly, whip smart, personable and humorous - everything I had hoped for.
Then there was a question and answer session (NOT easy questions - did I mention whip smart?) followed by a no touching reception line. And OMG, she’s a foot away. She seemed a lacquered and corrected sort of person - professional - I guess you’d say.
Everyone was gently elbow bumping with her, so I did too. You’d say your name and class. “Anais Vionet, freshman,” I said. I wanted to say “I’m a BIG fan” but I thought I might come off as either fawning or even worse someone bent on wasting her time.
We both smiled, me behind my mask and I bobbed a goodbye nod, but as I went to step away she said, “How’s your Grandmother?” I was shocked but I managed to say, “She’s fine, thank you.” To which she replied, “Please tell her I said hello.” I just nodded, “yes” as a sort of “I will,” and stepped away.
I glanced around, there was no handler by her side and she wasn’t wearing an earpiece - how she knew me I have no idea - but now I think she’s considering a run in 2024. My grandmère would be a whale of a donor.
What a bizarre encounter.
It had nothing to do with March Madness or the NCAA final championship game between Arkansas and Duke in 1994, but it was one great game.* In fact, it was one of the greatest games I have ever witnessed. It was a basketball championship game in which my youngest son played. This basketball program of the junior high level was sponsored by the Park District in our community.
There were two team members that will forever be fixated in my mind. One was the point guard and the other was my son, the-two guard. Our team lost that game, but it should have never been close. The point guard had great speed and some great offensive skills. My son was a great ball-handler, great free-throw shooter, and blessed with great defensive skills. This game was lost because the point guard did not do well at the point.
With too few passes on offense, he missed far too many layups. He would race down the court in Nascar speed only to miss too many uncontested layups. Such weakness was not revealed until the last game, and by then, it was too late.
The point guard was short and never learned the magic of utilizing the backboard for maximum performance. The ball would fall short of the goal where it needed to be in order to bounce into the hoop. Sometimes, basketball is all about the backboard.
041320PoSp *This happened in 1994 and was written in longhand some years later and not dated. I found this story a couple of days ago in my garage. This was written at least 10 years ago.
Waving a patriotic pennant is such the image
Peaceful as a dove in war dirty as a pigeon
If Old Glory touches the ground
Excommunicate the handler from the town
Stars stripes power prepared for a military fight
Worldwide respect was granted, Right?
Playing a hymn
When killing people saying this is not a sin
Red, white and blue
Within a hundred years there was a borderline feud
Over styles in life
Whistled the battered fife
Military parade
Since we won the raid
It was a successful decision to invade
On the other table’s side
Wondering if this was all a lie
A horse no longer had a soldier to ride
From a bugle TAPS was heard
Over a chirping bird
Possibly an angry person laid to rest
Having the pompous attitude, being the best
A triangle folded honor
Family mourns feeling calmer
When we have a divided debate
Elementary defined as hate
We should strengthen the idea, get things straight
South had a different symbol
Flying in their window
Stating a different view
“Northerners what do you want us to do?”
After the Union stated the new norm
Confederate was forced to conform
Both flags tattered and torn
In the states who were united in scorn
Today after the American Anthem song
Corporate advertisements will speed along
Painted race cars doing things that on the open road is wrong
Take a second to reflect on the act from a rebel
Eating their stew from a campground kettle
Understand fully the history lesson
Someone could end up confession
To all this messing
Think twice before doing any metaling
Since peace will come after all the dust is finished settling
In walked the Redeyed Stranger
Bragging: he used an excessive amount of
bagging gestures and words. He was told by
his handler to tune down the rhetoric, as one
person found him rude and overbearing. We
were worried someone would use the
opportunity to be mean of crasp towards him.
His horse had been clipped and shampooed.
The animal was a prized Belgium Draft, hows
shiny black fur was a sight for even the most
novice of people. The most positive thing about
his rant was we foundout that he worried about
someone greasing his saddle. He told one of
the men To watch the pranksters. One of them
might want to grease my saddle to get me out
of contention.When the time came for the horse pull
a fella went out and looked at all the saddles.
and be hold the saddle for the Belgium Draft had
been greased. A group of rider found a can of
grease with a brush in the chicken coop behind
the pile of cornhusks.
This a story about a group of Show horse riders who incorporated
"La selle Grasse" into there show. It was a scritp that involved the
audience.Often the Staged show would involve horses doing tricks.
"The Magnificent Athlete" a fella who wore a mask and cape would
come to the rescue of the guy accussed of greasing the saddle,
they'd brawl and tell the audeince who really greased the saaddle,
revealing a tied up man gagged with a hankercheif in his mouth.
The Masked Man than would use this forumn to catupule his
rasslin carreer. He'd "work a-show" for cheap heat and get
the pop he needed to get over with the crowd. ( He was raising money
to start his restaurant)
(A lone voice whispers)
In the lower levels of spiritual existence
We once roamed
Alone and lonely
Forlornly
Looking for true love
And all its mysterious emotional energy
Hidden away
In our empty homes
And like a red rose
Blooming in a garden of thorns
I found you
Like a rare diamond amongst the coal
Blowing your triumphant golden horn
We danced
Sang and laughed together
And our happiness seemed forever
But Fate
That unseen handler of so many
From The Great In-Between
Intervened
Then you were once more lost
The ever-expanding sea
From dark shores
Had reached us and you were beached
Somewhere
Between
Where and there
Between us
But
Regret is a grey smoke
I will never breathe
Pain
A tablet of separation
I will never take
For our life
Together although short
Will vibrate
Throughout my eternity
Forever
For memories make a person once broken
Smile filled with happy thoughts
Though unspoken
For pain and regret are always blowing like hungry
Vampiric seeds in the loose winds
Hoping to take root and grow in the garden of sad hearts
Which invite them in
Sadness found in regret and pain
Should be cleansed by remembering
All those happier times
For that's how I remain
Profound
For even though now
My old love and me
Don't share the same
Common ground
Like
Rose DeWitt Bukater and Jack Dawson
In that famous Titanic ending scene
We'll dance forever
Together
In my dreams
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
The museum is full of gangs,
child gangs that roam sneering at the 70’s people.
The 70’s people live now in a diorama.
For the most part they are cheerful,
they cut grass with push mowers,
swim in above ground pools.
By and large they don’t kill each other
or pillage the Malls.
Some are vets with grey ponytails -
they ride to forget.
The 70’s people that lived in New York
pretend not to have been there back then
and take long meditative soaks in crude
high rise jacuzzies.
Behind the glass
the 70’s people mechanically wave
at the hordes of sneering children.
A young questioner asks his handler
why the 70’s people are not all dead?
A reasonable question
which the handler deflects
with a long tale about dinosaurs.
Meanwhile the 70’s people
peer out of their mid-century homes
and watch the foot traffic
as if it were an older black and white TV.
The young are getting bored with the 70’ people.
they move on to stare incredulously at a representation
of humankind back in the 60’s.
The handlers also cannot quite believe their eyes,
they explain that though there are many artifacts
of that previous civilization
experts disagree as to origins
and the strangeness of their bygone lifestyle.
Salem Alabama and Woodstock
are small print on a sign no one reads.
The kids are hungry and whine loudly,
the school-outing is a bust so far.
Harassed handlers usher them into a cafeteria
where they slaughter the air
with a wolfish glee.
A few Jeer at an 80’s person
who has wandered into the wrong room.
Its a tearful flaw flashback
How i came to be a murderer me
How my life turned like a leaf in strong winds
And now my soul bleeds guilt
My heart Itch's the love went sore
It all started at our young lovemaking
On one of our indoors romantic dates
The silent hotel room that saw our love grow and glow
The 4 walls that only knew our secrets
All started in a special way
The merrymaking hands touch
To the face to face love looks
Like a couple in their last night of love
The kisses out of close glares
The body caressing that exploded our feelings
One act leading to another
From the seats to the sheets
But how could we stop this
I wish i knew it would end the way it did
I wish i knew it was sweet only for seconds
I wish, i had learnt how i do now
For the end came, the mission accomplished
The flavour gotten, not as i thought
He had nothing to lose, nothing to follow
My virginity,my purity,my all
What followed haunts me
And the haunt hurts me
I realised i was two in one
But took me months to decide
For it was a commitment, i was young to fall into
So defenceless,so immature
My only way out, the choice my intelligence
To get rid of it,considered it a 'thing' not a life
For i hated to feel its wrong,a feeling that could stop me
Am here now,in pain n vain
In tears and fears
Feeling a murderer and a handler
Sleepless nights feeling the cry of my daughter
Feeling her pinch my heart
From the toilet i dumped her
Like a lunatic took the last look n flushed
Sorry daughter, i was not me
To help you with your history class
These all happened in the past
February 4th to be exact
And you can take it all as fact
The year was 1959 – the Barbie Doll was born
Kids thought it just a doll – Critics called it ****
Created by Ruth Handler – a founder of Mattel
She named it for her daughter – was she endowed as well
And later when the Ken doll was brought into the light
She named it for her little boy – who never seemed quite right
The year was 1938 when Disney showed the world
What 7 little guys would do with one Snow White – a girl
They held her in a cabin way back in the woods
Made her cook and clean for them and pick up all their goods
Then somewhere in the story – she faked her own demise
A prince came to her rescue – the dwarfs were none the wise
The PLO was founded in 1969
Yasir thought it would unite divided Palestine
But peace – it did not happen and is not close at hand
They haven’t got a home yet – they just squat on Israel’s land
Patty Hearst was kidnapped in 1974
By the SLA from Berkley if you’re keeping score
They thought they had a gold mine with ransom money on the way
Then she showed up in the photos when they robbed the bank one day
Our Pat was disillusioned and so she joined the crew
And gladly fought against “the man” like all good terrorists do
But when the girl was captured she changed her sweet refrain
“I really didn’t have a choice – you know they washed my brain!”
it wasn't exactly want we were wishing to do, it sought ah got up and jumping on it's own. It became the right thing to do, and of course we didn it.
The sweeps period in television, bought about the change. The television talk show Host Cummble Cumble, (not his real name) invited
the Champ and his manager and handler, over for an interview, the television show asked the company not to reveal to anyone, that he was scheduled to appear. So they didn't, wanting the raw energy of excitement. Well the television show, wanted a little more than that, they were kinda sorta crooked, they wanted to create an atmosphere where they could brag about it's creation. So they invited the rival companies champion to the television show, again asking the champion not to reveal his schedule.
The day of the television show, a limo arrived on scene, and the champion got out and walked in. Moments later, the champion from the rival company, arrived and and the staff ushered both men in, without the other knowing.they were told, the announcer who call out " The Champion of the World" and the door would open and the champion would come out and do the interview. well the doors opened and all hell broke loss, we can't discuss it as it has ben forbidden, but in the days and months to come, when we find out you'll find out.