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Thrailtaunting:is an adj. that decribes chore depressation and speaking light of heavy duty chores.
Or under paying for a hard job.
KaddSpender: term that used to decribe a theory and exspence of a musicail endeavor: cost and potentail risks to what has been allocated
Tadwaddling: using less supeior wine or liquer in cooking. Pricing a food
and advertising it as using a supior liquer or wine
oppossed to using the superior product? or at least using half superior and half replacement which may be more expectable.
DuasGrappling: a term that decribes a tagboard event that had been changed to appeaze a live crowd. In Pro wrestling and amatuer wrestling
Jerkaltaring: a jerk who disputes contention andrankings in support of something new
without consideration to the traditional clusterings that have promoted something or someone to the position they are in.(usaully contested and challenged)DarthDealing: using someones as a towel
Hausdripping: pouring wine into someones oboe, clarinet, flute or basssoon: unceromoniously.( also called Jerkspending)
ReedPipe Honos: is a ceromony where the MC pour wine through a woodwind or brass instrument to honor
thee musicains who have made the event possible. The critic is often after the ceromony where the wine and instrument used speaks for the mood of the event staff.
If it's consider cheap they'll use a cheap wine and cheap instrument.
The bassoon used to honor (Bleep;Bleep) was
given to the Music Soceity of Honor
does to the value of both
wine and instrument. From the Myth of Marry Men.
Frazel tuner: a person who uses marrage to establish a relationship. She speaks marrage and am engaged but will neither marry him or will have conversation of the ordeal.
Paterfamilias gone since October 7th, 2020
The spirit of Boyce Brandon Harris
(mine papa) awoke
vested gentry coutured raiment
did don and singularly cloak
affecting haunting resemblance
to daguerreotype accentuating,
(especially his facial features)
as Semitic (i.e. Ashkenazi) folk.
Circumstances found yours truly stationed
(wagon ma figurative tale) outside
within close proximity to our parked vehicle,
a 2009 copper toned Hyundai Sonata
bequeathed to us (thee wife)
courtesy said male parent
approximately six months prior.
Though not necessarily
mechanically engineered
(like dear ole dad),
I know basic
vehicular maintenance tidbits,
thus rummaged trunk
for sought after portable air compressor
purchased when I owned
previous automobile - also
2009 Hyundai Sonata plus
similarly acquired thru
Enterprise rent a car.
After removing most all
miscellaneous paraphernalia -
including recycling materials
the missus regularly
drops off at Wegmans
subsequently organizing trunk in process
I finally located
two lightweight air compressors,
the more heavy duty model
bought years before father passed away,
plus said recently deceased parent
also kept portable battery charger,
both items a dog send
analogous to striking motherlode
of unsuspecting goldmine
ready to shout finders keepers!
Though yours truly
(i.e. me) skeptical dude
regarding existence
of benevolent invisible I allude
to sudden awakening to brood
notion concerning divine
omniscient essence,
which found local bummer
in an ecstatic mood
whereby, I did pray tell
(rather bellow) gratitude
Capital one stroke of luck
to discover (visa vis)
needful things to carry
to avoid being in misery stranded
out in the middle of nowhere
guided courtesy the shining star
tentatively headed towards desperation
resembling a black house
preparing myself (otherwise
known as lovely bag of bones)
for the long walk
into the dark tower of doom.
I have a small secret love in my life,
A marriage I love to do,
It’s when I use the stapler,
Making one grouped sheet from two.
The heavy duty mechanical,
The straight, to big, to small,
I love the crunch of bending steel,
The papered wedding, I love it all.
And at special times there’s 5 sheets or more,
A bunch to join as one.
Then, when the pile of paper’s so big,
I use the electric staple gun.
My small secret I keep so quiet,
I never want to create a scene.
I just quietly work my job, 9 to 5,
With the photocopy machine.
Written 15th March 2017 on a whim for John Lawless' contest
6/17/17
I'm just cooling
And musing
Below the flooring and above the roofing
Still manuevering and moving
Working hard towards improving
Live a life of your choosing
Focused on what I'm doing
Got to get it, can't continue snoozing
While there is and isn't booming
Whether win draw or losing
Before and after what is ensuing
Regardless of if it may be confusing
Quickly fuming
Often stooping
To such a low level, then snooping
People feuding
And dueling
Over petty things, continually adding fueling
To the fire, while ridiculing
Among objects that may or may not be protruding
Near and far from lifeforms and items by themselves or in a tight-knit grouping
At a rapid pace, spewing
It's all bad when it comes to polluting
Always stirring up the pot, and tooting
Your own horn, while assuming
Because you want to see another's undoing
Shame on those that continue spoofing
And fooling
As well as those that did or are planning a mass shooting
There's just no excusing
Such horrendous actions, regardless of it involved drug abusing
And heavy duty boozing
In a drawer where odd things quietly creep..
Lives a fastener that refuses to sleep.
Not buttons, nor zips, nor a buckle cliché..
But a scratchy-soft bond that won’t drift away.
Two halves in a dance, though strangers at first..
One bristles like secrets, one cushions the worst.
They meet with a whisper.. or sometimes a rip..
A cryptic embrace with a comical grip.
“Oh choose me!” cries Sticky, with adhesive delight..
“I cling to your plastics by morning or night!
Just give me a surface all polished and clean..
And I’ll hold like a gossip that’s rarely unseen.”
Sew-On just chuckles with thread in its teeth..
“I’m stitched into jackets… I’m fashion beneath.
Through fabrics I linger, through coats I persist..
A tailor’s odd trick that’s hard to resist.”
Then Heavy Duty stomps in, bold and profound..
“I stick in extremes where weak things fall down!
From freezing despair to a sun’s heated glare..
(-18 to 49).. I simply don’t care.”
Eco drifts softly, all leafy and wise..
“Thirty percent kinder,” it humbly implies.
“I fasten your conscience as much as your shoe..
A greener embrace still sticks just like glue.”
But heed now the riddle of timing and grace..
For strength blooms in silence.. give 247 space.
And warmth is preferred, not too cold, not too hot..
For that’s where the cling finds its firmest sweet spot.
A thousand embraces? Oh yes, and then more..
A grip that keeps coming back, just like before.
Yet sunlight, that trickster, will quietly fray..
The bond that once held things steadfast in play.
And should your old fastener weaken and tire..
Just clear out the fluff to rekindle its fire.
Take brush or a toothpick, restore what once clung..
Revive the old magic from when it was young.
So next time you hear that peculiar rrrip..
It’s not just a sound.. it’s a mischievous quip.
A laugh in the fibres, a fastening pun..
Where chaos meets order.. and somehow, they’re one.
At now comes the answer, it's time to reveal..
No longer a secret, not one to conceal.
Half science, half mischief… in one clever show.
The hook and the loop.. the sly spirit of Velcro.
'Like the silence that screams, cursing solitude...
whispers of faith sing patiently with prayers.'
(Quoted by Regina Mc Intosh)
Hung suspended from hive rafters hexagonal
Leader Lady Ruler Bee gorges imprudent
Heavy duty seeps striped desirous abdominal
Workers hover, rush beneath Queen exuberant
Team enthusiasm pumps a syrup scaffold
Propolis produces massed mission belligerent
Numb buzzing bumblers fumble fated cuckold
Hunger for cohesion, gold body encompass
Busy anonymous paupers, sources unresolved
Eager in sweetness, clan clustered accomplice
Reverently fulfills each gluttonous request
Swift need swords stung in caustic redundance
Plump with pupae, flightless wings flouresced
Polar iceberg cream honey hearts can't ingest
13th January 2021
Written for Contest: Terza Rima Quote
Sponsor: Regina Mc Intosh
Big trucks rolling down the street
With a message that is very deep
Big trucks rolling down the street
Filled with mixed concrete
Big trucks rolling down the street
carrying tons of steels
Stone truck, cement truck, steel truck
And truck whose body can hardly match the street
Rumbling through the protest town with a terrible sound
Big trucks rambelling through the street
Stirring up the people's heart beat
Bread truck, peanut truck, chocolate truck
Biscuit truck, chicken truck, police truck
Waste management truck, whoes stench
Circulate the air with a smell that cause
The people to fear.
Big trucks criss crossing the town
Carrying goods that are scarce in town
Heavy duty trucks with drivers whose
Hearts are tough journey all night
Into broad daylight with their big
Tattoo arms grasping the steering wheel
with smile that is very mean
Big truck gathering on the bridges
Forming long ques on the free ways
moving slowly into the city oh what a pity
Their drivers knows the road and they
are used to carrying heavy load
They honk their horns and make
Fun of the women watering the lawn.
Big trucks honkering down in the town
watching the women changing their night gown
Bulldozar truck, wreckers truck and truck that can cause
A man made disaster, the street is messy and the
Gods are unhappy but the truckers are ready.
They are travelling from city to city and they are
taking over states and towns dropping
Off boxes of goods in rundown towns
Removal trucks, horse trucks, furniture trucks,
And trucks with bodies mounting up in the sky
They have to use a special road to get by
Buses and cars motor cycle and bicycle
All gather in the street to sound their heartbeat
They circle around the town making loud
and boisterous sounds chasing the visitors
Out of town.
Big trucks with double gear shouting
And pressing the gas that is filtering smoke in the air
Water truck are crawling by
Fire trucks, petrol trucks and dirt trucks are
all waiting in line to meet their deadline
Get ready to board the truck and hop
off that terrible bus , cross the ocean
and make landfall in the desert.
The Straw Man stopped by today
Listen to what he had to say
before blowing away
after this exposé
Aliens don’t do crop circles
or carve out landing strips
Only non-scarecrows have such ability
Ground crews do the Trojan work,
using string, planks of wood,
and sketchy blueprints
Heavy-duty equipment
is often required for the latter,
but not spaceships
As usual Ufologists and cults
are only too happy to jump on board
using the crappiest video recordings
as grainy evidence,
all enhanced by voiceovers
from know-all scarecrows that orbit the edges
of human gullibility and vulnerability —
ripe to be swayed either way
As for the heavens,
they never designed clarity on earth,
though they may provide
soul-searching clouds
that slowly unravel across the sky,
diluting everything
— even the water —
with bubbles of hope,
only to burst on the tines of pitchforks
misused by twisted hands
Such monsters
skulk in bedrooms and haylofts
after families in denial bail them out
They rarely take rain checks
unless kept in check
Though with hindsight,
it’s very poor foresight
to tempt them back downstairs
with a weapon as a birthday present
Many poets too lose rhyme and reason,
expressing reality as an
amputated tuning fork
whose stumps prevent them
ever facing the music
Others sense the blunt frequency
of straw beneath their feet
that will never soak up all the blood
And after spilling his guts,
the Straw Man added:
There’s still enough of me left
to return and break the back
of any new AI mirages.
By David Kavanagh
I had the strangest feeling
That if I cut my hair
All of my crazy poem ideas
Would suddenly disappear
Like Samson with Delila
I'd loose that added edge
If I didn't keep this mop top
On top of my knotted head
All the poetry would be zapped from me
And I would lose my purpose
Start rhyming things like moon with June
At that point my pen would be worthless
But I couldn't take it anymore
It was driving me insane
So I got out the heavy duty shears
And did something about this mane
I now see the pile in front of me
Expecting the Philistine's to crash through the door
But the only action that there is
Is me sweeping my curley remains up off the floor
I now face the day in front of me
Showing no lack of courage
Continuing in my quest
Of looking for that elusive word that rhymes with orange
I have been waiting patiently for thee
to take me across the mountain in the sea
the mountain is getting high
it almost reaches the pinnacle in the sky
you must get here before the vision dies
I have been waiting for you to come to
take care of the little uncertainties
I have everything that you need but I need
that magic touch to carve out the content
and label every item on the page in this critical age.
I have been waiting for you to come
to do the math and categorize each item
according to regions, country and department
The automotive and the airline industry
are in separate category but all machines light
and heavy duty equipment and tools
fall in one category beneath the heavens
I am waiting for you to come before the day is done
to add the finishing touch to popular categories
before the mad rush
electronics , service and security are different
and you hardly mentioned them
but you need an helping hand to load them in the van
agriculture and foods will make the biggest
news; so pay attention to them before
you book your tickets to heaven
Items such as remittance, banking
and other forms of money transfer
has it work cut out for them so be alert
There are some category that you cannot touch
or we the people will throw you under the bus.
clothing and textile and pharmaceutical items
comes in abundance so take it easy on them
Not everyone love sweet and sour pork
but sea foods are popular
and lots of people use it for supper
The beverages and the wines are getting scare
So make an offer and the angels will deliver.
Meet me at the sea shore at ten am
and we will crunch these numbers
in the heavens to prevent a catastrophe.
We have to move the mountain in the sea
before the clock struck three.