Long Incontinent Poems
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oodles and oodles
mushrooms made with noodles
with some sweet strudels
battened down hatches
Texas had many taxes
paid them and relaxes
will give you a hint
he has been incontinent
wherever he went
after reading text
how much longer and what next
by devil are hexed
by God had been caught
being dismal and distraught
temptation off fought
should see synagogue
we do love drinking eggnog
had killed a big hog
had smoked his cigar
Severely smelled up his car
and a corner bar
have heard latest leak
no bath and body will reek
any time of week
Our cat did die the other day.
Decided that carpet needed to
be vacuumed. As I went from
place would think of Henry.
He first would lay in higher
places and drink water in
high places. He worked his
way down to the floor.
He would lay under the mirror
and dresser on the floor in
hallway, bedroom or closet
where I put my shoes. He would
lie on the bed where I would brush
him. He had a hard time getting up
on the bed so I had to lift him. The
last day I put him in his liter box.
He had a rough time and fell down
while standing in it. Sunday night
around eight PM EST he started
panting and gurgling. His heart
had been beating rapidly. His eyes
always remained open. My wife
picked him up with her shawl.
Just before midnight his heart
stopped and he stopped breathing.
Henry was gone off to pet heaven.
We left him in the shawl all wrapped
laying on a blanket on the floor.
The next day I picked him up with
his body still laying in the shawl.
I put him with shawl around him
in a USPS box. I tightly sealed it
and then put box into a trash bag
and tied the top up tightly. I dug a
hole and put him and his box in it.
I put the first sprinkle of dirt on his
box and said an animal prayer.
Thank you God for giving us Henry.
We had him for 15 years and he
was such a nice, good cat. I filled
up the whole and planted flowers
around Henry's grave. We ordered
a Tomb Stone from Amazon of
course and it will be here shortly.
We also ordered a name tag so
we could put his name DOB and
DOD on it. Henry has gone but
his memory will never be forgot.
God bless Henry.
The Disappearance
It was a hot afternoon when a big bulk carrier left a harbour
on the coast of Bengali bound for Sydney, Australia, with a cargo
of scrap iron of ships that once had ploughed the seas that had
a retreat for some and work for others.
Then the sea parted the ship fell into timeless zone where life
repeats itself the cook is making soup and the captain studies
a map of ocean currents and lived in the now.
150 years passed, a convulsion through the zone and the ship
was back on the sea surface again and the cook served his soup.
The captain called up the harbour authorities needed a birth for
a ship no one had heard of, but its manifest stated, Sydney,
they let the ship birth on a disused pier far from the city to
the disappointment of the crew who had wanted to go ashore.
When the pilot left he was pale and shaken he felt as he had
been talking to the ghosts through layers of yesterdays.
The official from shore found quantities of cigarettes and whisky
products that had been illegal for the last sixty years in the chief
stewards store, only marijuana was legal, good for the health if
smoked in moderation.
The crew was arrested send them to a camp for interrogation, but
it was clear they were brainwashed not even water torture helped.
Then it was noticed the crew of the ship were getting older first slowly
then rapidly, nurses were called for, to look after men who could no
longer walk and many were incontinent suffering advanced Alzheimer
disease and chronic heart failure.
One morning nurses found skeletons, dark in colour and very old,
like waterlogged wood that had been thrown ashore by an irate
Storm and onto the strand of time by. This was the same time
as the ship they came in sank and broke into pieces of rusty iron.
There were rumours in Sydney about aliens, those who knew were
forbidden to speak, and experts could continue to talk about how
a ship sank so suddenly and disappeared in the sea of Bay of Bengal
on a hot afternoon 150 years ago.
Rationalisation of Explanation
Do not question
The almighty plan
For such are the reprisals of fear
That turn blind despair into adulation
The evident proof
Existent in raped women and children
Irrefutable in famished stomachs
Undisguised in all the suffering
Hangs stark and uncompromising
Humanity through centuries of historical brutality
Has treated us with its incontinent blood
And defiled every precept of love
“Nothing” has come to save us.
But still we cling
Desperate in our own life times
For some semblance of a reason
Prepared to receive the miracle
Which never comes
One day they say
Is one thousand years in the mind of God
And so
All these prayers will never be answered
Not until the human voice
For a millennia has repeated a single word
It is an existence of shame in heaven
That such cruelty
Does not comprehend
This state of being called “Human”
Of one life times capacity to be
So free and so very happy
We pass unrealised in all our potential
Having lived our lives in suffering
Nailed up and stripped to idiot faith
In some bland concept of Gods fathers day
Turns every apparent truth
Into the conceivable lies of fools
Explain if you would
The torment
Rationalise by some beliefs excuse of a plan
How God allows this to happen
Faith is a mockery
Which does not accept responsibility
and allows us to close our eyes
And continue to live in luxury
And while mankind persists in its idolatry of God
And passes the buck
To some unknown biblical saviour
Some Messiah who will receive all our sin
Half the world continues starving
Raping, warring, murdering, thirsting
Dieing of curable diseases
Judged by their colour
Living in hovels on rubbish tips
Pogroms of sectarian violence
Racial cleansing
Oil pipelines
And nationalistic patriotic flag waving
God
It is an existence of shame in heaven
That such cruelty
Does not comprehend
This state of being called Human
Of one life times capacity to be
So free and so very happily
Exultant
survivors
The captain called up the harbor authorities needed a birth a ship no one had heard of, but its manifest stated Sydney-bound
They let the ship birth on a disused pier far from the city to the disappointment of the crew who had wanted to go ashore.
When the pilot left, he was pale and shaken, felt as if he had been talking to the ghosts through layers of yesterdays
The official from shore found quantities of cigarettes and whiskey products that had been illegal for the last sixty years in the chief steward store, marijuana was legally good for the health if smoke smoked in moderation.
The crew was arrested and sent to a camp for interrogation, but it was clear when brainwashed that not even water torture helped, no one knew
the time of the day
The crew was getting older, first slowly, then rapidly. Zimmer frames everyone
to look after men who could no longer walk
and many were incontinent and suffering from advanced Alzheimer
disease and chronic heart failure; worse, the chief steward had stopped singing “My cast Sua Casa.”
No wonder Europe was a squabbling backwater and
the USA had broken up into many countries, Spanish
was the national language
One morning, nurses found skeletons, dark in cor and
like waterlogged wood thrown ashore by an irate
storm and onto the strand of time.
At the same time, the ship the crew came in sank and broke into pieces of rusty iron.
There were rumors in Sydney about the aliens Those who knew were forbidden to speak, and experts could continue to talk about how a ship sank so suddenly and disappeared in the sea of the Bay of Bengal
was buried in a led coffin for saying
the obvious: Do not interfere in our lives.
The good news is for the Islamists, Israel
has gone forever
they are now free to cut their own throat
It's another Saturday night
ending this week
as started
alone again.
I came here
almost two years ago
to my retirement hermitage
but oddly,
and often uncomfortably,
shared with my hurt kids,
mental and physical illness
adopted and then adapted;
an asylum for the perpetually incontinent.
Cars pass by.
Sometimes a loud motorcycle
or two or three or four
or even more
here on the southern boundary
of a county seat
in a State
where rural counties
have been disenfranchised
of political purpose.
Our largest employers
are two tribally owned casinos.
One across the Thames River
flowing past our backyard retreat.
Our second largest income producer
may be the County Courthouse
where attorneys and police
collude to extort voluntary donations
from poor young adults
red and yellow,
black and white,
guilty of speeding
and texting
and smoking medicine
without a license
in Great White Father's sight.
I have been listening and watching
for what this half acre is.
We are not as rural as I had hoped,
with State highway 12 too near my front yard,
but this place is also not urban
or suburban.
What it is not,
whom we are not,
seems more clearly articulated
than any positive definition,
refining our becoming quiet place,
alone together,
shunned by healthier neighbors.
It's another lonely ending
anticipating yet another not new beginning
tomorrows stretching out alone
long retiring shadows
on this southern edge
of a Connecticut County Seat
without apparent purpose
or co-defining meaning.
Our so called golden years are called golden, can anyone tell me why
They are anything but 'golden', the reality makes me want to cry
Welcome to glasses, grey or white hair and false teeth....oh my
Wrinkles galore, age spots and skin that is extremely dry
Rounded back and shoulders, unable to stand up tall
Hip protectors may be needed in case you slip and fall
Legs may buckle at any moment, a walker you may have to choose
For you don't want to end up on the floor with a ugly break or bruise
Bladder might betray you, a sneeze or cough may cause you to leak
Incontinent products you'll have to use, the prospect can be bleak
People think your ignoring them for your oblivious when they speak
Put in your new hearing aid and change the batteries every week
Your joints are achy, it hurts to move, pain becomes your worst villain
Darn infections wreck havoc, you have a repeat prescription of penicillin
Your extremely forgetful, objects seem to disappear on their own
Forgetting your best friends name makes you want to groan
Long term friends are passing away, funerals become a social event
Wearing black way too often, leaves you with feelings of discontent
If by chance Dementia robs your mind, and even yourself you can't recall
Every day becomes a brand new day, reinvent yourself and have a ball
Even though you can conclude it's your body that has mostly betrayed
What is truly golden is the countless priceless memories you have made
5/29/2015
The surf, ferocious in the distance
white caps and roller coaster waves
nose-dives into the shore
sand rearranged; sea life takes cover-
the hermit crab –boroughs;
the gulls greedy, hungry - grab
remnants of human litter- their meal for the day-
and flee.
Homeward bound.
Rain-
torrents or drizzle feed flora, fauna, man
all given a pardon: one more day to live.
Mother Nature in a cathartic mood sends
the wind, chaotic, blasted, twisted;
or patronizing - to clean and clear.
Then returns the earth to serenity
and life.
Homeward bound.
Geese choreographed in flight
synchronized to fly as one
north to south in the winter
and intuitively reverse when
it’s time to breed and feed.
Homeward bound.
Lovers- finish
the evening’s repartee with a
nightcap of Bailey’s or Port
conjoined as they coo their way.
Homeward bound.
The warrior-committed to peace-
combative, defensive, protective, vigilant,
conflicted- kill or be killed.
The good soldier returns-decorated for bravery- in the box
covered in the coveted colors of the employer.
Some maimed –without limbs, eyes, mind.
The whole- return- many missing-their soul.
Homeward bound.
The dying- incontinent, incoherent, incompetent, in pain
wishes for a reprieve. Moans.
More morphine.
The death rattle gurgling through lungs
ravaged but determined
to discharge the last hooray of life.
Then, so it goes, homeward bound.
Kathy Tauber-2015
Let Jesus Be The Answer
By: Miracle Man
6/18/2020
Protesters use visual objects to air their whine,
encouraging others to grab a sign and take part.
Very seldom do minds change due to words on a sign,
because hatred is spawned inside a man’s wicked heart.
Therefore, permanence won’t come through force or coercion,
When change arrives through coercion, it always divides.
Unyielding unity seems to be the assertion,
but just like a pancake, every issue has two sides.
? 2 Timothy 3 ?
1 This know also, that in the last days perilous times shall come.
2 For men shall be lovers of their own selves, covetous, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy,
3 Without natural affection, trucebreakers, false accusers, incontinent, fierce, despisers of those that are good,
4 Traitors, heady, highminded, lovers of pleasures more than lovers of God;
5 Having a form of godliness, but denying the power thereof: from such turn away.
6 For of this sort are they which creep into houses, and lead captive silly women laden with sins, led away with divers lusts,
7 Ever learning, and never able to come to the knowledge of the truth.
8 Now as Jannes and Jambres withstood Moses, so do these also resist the truth: men of corrupt minds, reprobate concerning the faith.
9 But they shall proceed no further: for their folly shall be manifest unto all men, as theirs also was.
Societal Issues & Perilous Times
By: Miracle Man
5/20/2021
Today, we are living in a world of chaos,
where many are engrossed in driving wedges.
Anyone who is different is fair game and racist.
Social justice, woke, and Cancel Culture is the narrative.
It’s like living in an old class B western movie.
Gun sales are skyrocketing, and many conceal carry.
We destroy past things and modify what we teach,
in an attempt to change History by polluting young minds.
Too many have the victim mentality seeking something free,
and demand compensation for wrongs that happened years ago.
Count your blessings and pray for our elected leaders
for truly we may be living in the last days.
Tom
2 Timothy 3:1-13 King James Version
3 This know also, that in the last days perilous times shall come. 2 For men shall be lovers of their own selves, covetous, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy, 3 Without natural affection, truce breakers, false accusers, incontinent, fierce, despisers of those that are good, 4 Traitors, heady, high-minded, lovers of pleasures more than lovers of God; 5 Having a form of godliness, but denying the power thereof: from such turn away. 6 For of this sort are they which creep into houses, and lead captive silly women laden with sins, led away with divers lusts, 7 Ever learning, and never able to come to the knowledge of the truth.
Last Days?
By Miracle Man
October 25, 2020
A pandemic covers the earth like the shadow from a passing cloud
causing death, disagreements, and great psychological damage.
It’s as if we stand on an iceberg that’s melting away,
causing many to believe we’re entering the last days.*
Many feel they’re not respected or valued.
Yet don’t see value or have self respect for themselves.
Too many have chosen to stand with arms outstretched,
palms up, feeling entitled to what someone else has,
and “Tax The Rich” echoes throughout the land,
With the government dispensing.
But I say, be thankful for those who create the jobs
that keep our economy running.
We elect what we think are good people,
but soon, like a chameleon, they blend into their surroundings,
become self serving, and are devoured by the government swamp.
Just saying.
*2 Timothy 3:1-3:5
1 This know also, that in the last days perilous times shall come.
2 For men shall be lovers of their own selves, covetous, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy,
3 Without natural affection, trucebreakers, false accusers, incontinent, fierce, despisers of those that are good,
4 Traitors, heady, highminded, lovers of pleasures more than lovers of God;
5 Having a form of godliness, but denying the power thereof: from such turn away.