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Be prepare like the busy ants
store food for any catastrophic event
From famine, war, or worse yet
being run by a democrat
Have guns and ammo and medical supplies
but the word to the wise
Emergency food row after row
in time of crisis your families hero
Cans of corn and cans of beans
cans of darn near anything
A can of this and a can of that
even cans of old lard fat
Flour and white rice
a ton or two would suffice
A source of water keep it clean
better get those pounds and pounds of dry beans
Dehydrated veggies and fruits
powder milk , eggs and cheese
Can ham can spam can meats of all
and a can opener or two please
Everything sealed and safe
everything labeled dated and in place
Twenty five years it'll last
before the expiration date does pass
Don't forget coffee and tea
lots of white sugar and honey
Dry herbs some salt and pepper too
for a real prepper there is never enough food
And when a crisis does come
you'll have enough to feed your love ones
While others like lazy grasshopper starve
you'll be safe underground eating large
Ah Epstein Files, who’s who of naughty names
Making life come good at resorts with dames.
But I’m disappointed
For not making the grade
Among some biggest guns that play such games
And make some rare headlines
Hard for poetic lines,
Whatso open fame’s gate is free from shames,
No evidence of guilt
Is no proof of no guilt,
A top gun legal authority claims.
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Happenings | 15.02.2026 | fame, name, shame, humour, society, world
Note: More and more Big Names get linked to Epstein. Trump and Musk, two famous Bills, actors, linguists, and even motivational maestros. Poets? Not sure, but here‘s my chance as the only unknown name. As the needle of suspicion comes closer home, this is what this pen-pusher hopes.
Some say that our people
will never, ever get along,
that skin is our ‘identity,’
that old, bigoted song.
Some must always be victims,
and others will oppress,
the groups A, B, C are awful,
but D, E, F are best.
I don’t care much for that,
but one thing is clear,
taking home Shanise tonight,
so wingman, hold my beer.
Others cry technology
is destined to stagnate,
that another dark age
we should anticipate.
They say we don’t innovate,
our minds are growing dim,
they rightly point out failures
enforced by government.
But I saw the private rocket fly,
brought me nearly to tears,
I’ll get to space so kindly
shut up, and hold my beer.
Many of the academics
say that the glories past
can never be equaled,
and teach post-modern trash.
Disregard for story-tellers
is their latest theme,
thinking to find greatness
with no plot or strong leads.
That’s what they’re resigned to,
there are no more Shakespeares,
the creative mind smirks and
says,”Buddy, hold my beer.”
Loud voices say religion
is unenlightened clap-trap,
then they cannot figure out
why more young men snap.
They say prayer is backwards,
a superstitious lie,
that is serves no purpose,
has outlived its time.
But the Big Man told me
to tell you loud and clear
that you should look to your soul,
and also, hold His beer.
All across this hard Earth
they say we are doomed,
our flaws are overwhelming,
the end if coming soon.
Trendy are the misanthropes,
be they green or ivory,
they celebrate failure,
rationalize misery.
Acting as if it’s all done,
there are no more frontiers,
but human will doesn’t quit,
step back, and hold my beer.
There's plenty of empty
Shelves and pantries
The streets weep for missing feet
Crowds of clouds float and gloat
Mocking our lot, as they mingle and flock
Oh, the lords of hoard now run the board
Going by social media shifts
Toilet paper's now the sought-after gift
One can't use scanty panties
To clean your fanny's nooks and crannies
In this sparse farce
The walls grow small
Under the strain
To remain sane
Our horizons turn on spaces burned
My dear, it is with love I say
I can't miss you
If you can't go away.
3/28/20
For 'A-Muse-Sing' poetry contest
Sponsor: Richard Lamoureux
Health care standards
are climate care constants
and resilient variables.
Health care giving and receiving constants
across cultures and diverse species
of plant and animal,
and perhaps even mineral, lifespans,
each and all declare
mentoring mutual health is positive,
between ego-center
and eco-exterior,
Yang and bilateral, or even multilateral, Yin,
squared and cubed
and fractal and octaves
of resilient variable sounds
and light,
space and changing interdependent times.
And absence of Golden Rule
mutual health wealth resilience,
is both climate eco-exterior
and landscape ego-uncentering
pathology.
So,
if health care and receiving
is ecopolitically good for One,
it is therefore resiliently good for All,
regardless of age,
species,
animal or plant lifespans
of ecopolitical
and psychological
health care constant development
across resiliently diverse multigenerations.
Ultimately,
health care systems,
like climate care systems
and cooperative networks,
from and form single nondual co-arising payer systems
of regenerative cooperation,
interdependently resilient
EarthTribe Elder co-investors
in pay-wealth-forward priorities
of WinWin 0-sum principles
like Gaia Hypotheses
cooperating in bilateral BiCameral Minds
with HealthCare Giving and Receiving
mutually loving interdependent YinMinds
with YangBodies,
or equivalent paradigmatic currencies
and exchange rates.