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It's easy to see
It's more important to be
pro-life
than pro-choice
if one must prefer to choose
to win or lose
robust healthy life.
Are you pro-life
or pro-choice?
Both.
Pro-choosing resilient EarthTribe life
for everyone.
Do not confuse pro-choice
with pro-death,
Or pro-life
with anti-integrity unhealthy choice.
If pro-LifeChoice
emerges on our Winner's Table,
then the list of what we are democratically for
becomes a health agenda
of resonant life fully lived
with self and other compassion.
And all the diversely negative anti-life non-choices begin,
for me,
with anti-life risks of nuclear holocaust,
anti-climate risks to resilient health,
anti-life automated commodified industrial ballistics
designed to kill
as rapidly
and vapidly
as irresponsibly possible.
This list of patriarchally-driven abortions of healthy choice
against pro-life matriarchal healing humanity
goes on and on most violently
then abusively
then neglectfully
then unconsciously
uncommitted to never aborting LifeChoice
democratic advocacy
respect
dignity
passion
enchantment
wonder
love
sacred integrity.
Lancaster formations
One two and three
To attack the dams
Off Industrial Germany
Targets to hit
In the Ruhr valley
Power providers
Canal alley
RAF Scampton
Near Lincoln they load
This barrelled bomb
Bounced to explode
Runway lined
Engines roar
Crews ready
Tally Ho!
Flying low to reach their quest
Allied pilots at their best
Flak explodes all around
As the Germans hear our engine sounds
Targets reached as they circle round
To gauge their height as it bounces sound
Steady steady let her go
As it hits the water
First bounce slow
Second bounce, momentum gain
These dams, not to be the same
Clinical strike as it hits the wall
Sinks, explodes
Crumbling walls
Minutes pass
As the crew's look back
To observe the severity of the attack
Nearly out of sight, as the walls finally gave
Cascades of water in thunderous rage
The Möhne and Eder breached as planned
Missions accomplished on these German dams
German war effort, hampered for a spell
As for the rest of the conflict
Time would tell
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Get me out of here.
They are all there, the world's leaders
Xi, looking inscrutable, Putin looking fit
leaves the vodka alone.
There is Trump, looking volatile, his face
is not unreadable, but vulgar
They talk about a nuclear tactical weapon
like a weapon able to kill thousands
is tactical
I was in Nagasaki in 1974, where the atom
The bomb killed 74000 people, and that was
a small bomb, I walked around to see if there
were any vestiges of that blast
There was none, the Industrial Japanese
had cleared it all up
Yet, I don't think those three leaders fully
grasp the horror a nuclear war can bring
a war that can bring the end of humanity
But there are rough states like Israel
a small country full of hatred, due to its
history and how Israel came to be a state
The fanatical leaders of Israel might, if
they lose use of the bomb, even if it means
destruction of their own state.
Sooner or later, nuclear arms will be used
possible by a smaller state, and when that
happens, get me out of there
I can't believe you're that naive to really think the rule of law has always been civil.
Read a bit of history and you will see those with political agendas disregard the rules and regulations. For them the rule of law just does not matter.
The rule of law is always civil? Ask Snowden and Assange. Ask Tara Reede who had to flee this country because she accused the current president of something worse than sexual harassment!
Talk with those who suffered through racial inequality and Native Americans consigned to live inside those reservations. Talk with the Irish and Chinese, and every ethnic minority.
Greedy men in power don't hesitate to break the law and are seldom caught, in fact are praised by those who benefit from that blood money!
Listen to the warning. It's decades old: "Beware the military/industrial complex," and those in search of ultimate political power.
I'm sorry, friend. Your mind is cursed because the incivility of law is only getting worse!
Donald Trump, ever a worthy upstart,
Proclaims his hairstyle 'a work of art'.
While losing battles on the Strait of Hormuz,
His whole attention shifts to Hairmuz.
He, deeply concerned for his thinning thatch,
Tries hard to hide his patchy patch—
That soon turns to national discourse and main event,
Those locks and curls—what a mane event!
Whether or not his new style’s flattering,
It might lift his standing, currently tattering.
Or that, at least, is what he thinks—
A motor mouth who never blinks.
Expert in making statements hair-raising,
And speculations so hair-splitting,
His folks have forgotten the economy,
His wonky ways, and foreign policy.
Expert in making statements hair-raising
And speculations hair-splitting,
His folks have forgotten economy,
Warts on his ways, or foreign policy.
What’s the message that people might follow?
Hair today, but gone tomorrow!
But this hairy style of ‘a man so smart’,
He thinks, will always stand apart.
And when the social media deeper digs,
Awash with AI-made, amusing wigs,
The President becomes the butt of trolls,
Right on the eve of November polls.
And his Make America Great Again
Turns to Make Big Hair Great Again.
The poor old puppeteer of punch lines
Faces a boomerang of landmines.
His coiffure neither bare nor grand,
But rather, the symbol of a brand,
Held together by sheer willpower,
Or perhaps industrial-grade lacquer.
Presidents are pulled by opinion firms,
But this one of two-broken-terms
Has always been a joke-ready,
No more a nation equipped with AI.
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Happenings | 12.08.2026 | America, art, humour, political, satire, Quatrains
Note: The lines of each quatrain are a pair of rhyming couplets and follow a relaxed rhythm. The part II comes with some Clerihews on the same theme.
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When did this thing happen
When did I get so old
I used to run like a new born lamb
gamboling and romping in the open air
Now sitting upon my Queen Anne chair
I struggle to lift myself out of there
I used to love my daily bath
soaking and dreaming for hours
Always saying with the greatest resolve
how I really hated showers
But now I need an industrial winch
to lift me out of my bath
Is there someone up there looking down
are they having a jolly good laugh
My walking gait is no better
With a snail as my pacesetter
I hear tutting and clucking from behind
as impatient people endeavor to pass
Giving sideways glances of annoyance
when they eventually pass me at last
Oh I hate this getting old malarkey
When once I was young and fit and sparkly
I am worn with pain after little exertion
Growing old it sucks I can say with assertion
But the other option is not a good choice
So I have to settle with exerting my voice
As one by one capabilities disappear
For now I am even struggling to hear
But in my head that sixties chick
strolls down the street with sparkly feet
In her Mary Quaint creation
Life so full of jubilation
With adventures yet to come
Oh my life has been such fun
Written 5th November 2018
Contest 'Brian's' Choice 2
Sponsor Brian Strand
Courtesy of one or more tradesmen,
first Monday in September set aside
for employees able, eager, ready
and willing to acquire money
to marry groom or bride
climb the corporate ladder or
become an artisan, entrepreneur, technician
to side step getting rung, drafted
like an oxen plow, commandeered and chide
by management as insubordinate
till retirement or join kiln fields once died
from over exertion, yet nonetheless
sweat of brow efforts praised I espied
searching me noggin brief history re:
aforesaid day, where barbecues fried
dispersed aromas recognizing efforts
of workers with quality control as guide
grievances against danger challenged
sense and sensibility stalwart did not hide
the shenanigans that took place inside
boardrooms in tandem with glories of
American made products from those
who put figurative nose to grindstone –
just common everyday Jane's and Joe’s
who weathered extreme temperatures,
whereby bodies froze
but thanks to those who battled elements
at large and snatched doze
birth of brute efforts eventually
earned reserved renowned
borne couple shy of
nineteenth century, whence sound
of industrial silence replaced with
parades where hoof beats did pound
burgeoning and bustling city streets
echoed along hardened ground
fealty to country soldered
with faith, federation union freedom
and job security did thence abound,
which holiday underwent
transformations as bustle
and hustle proved myth regarding
land of milk and honey –
from straining of muscle
whereby life, liberty and pursuit
of happiness less of physical tussle
set (thank you Masons and Dixons)
cornerstone to an invisible
complex edifice originally from New York
forgotten builders, farmers, machinists,
et cetera who laid groundwork
wrought by destruction
from Civil War largesse and pork
loosed from the bottle in
Antebellum South, when off flew cork
freeing a genie, which became rendered
supremely courtly poet, i.e. this former dork.
Aether is the fabric of our universe -
Tiny granules that transfer energy
In the form of waves ~~~
This goes on unseen constantly!
It propagates light and other waves,
Longitudinal and transverse
( Or electromagnetic )
Right across the universe!
Aether stretches far beyond
The laws of physiology!
Did you know that Aether
Is also a god in Greek Mythology?
In chemistry, it is flammable.
It is used as an anaesthetic.
It's a solvent used in industrial processes -
Google it ~ this knowledge is authentic!
But at the same time,
It's a word that is seldom heard,
Most people have better luck,
Deciphering the songs of a bird!
But today, 'Aether' was on my list,
To master and triumph,
As if it was a fifth wish!
Oh, the gravity of this situation,
Like cosmic forces similar to Shakti,
I feel that I have learned so much,
Should I be yelling out 'Yahtzee'?!?
The king of the classical elements;
Earth, Air, Water and Fire...
Aether bends and amends our universe,
To be the most desired!
Sunday, October 3, 2021
TOP GUN.
A keen jet pilot broke the speed of sound
A loud sonic boom he caused on the ground
House windows were broken
The whole town awoken
Claims from lawyers to the air force abound...
SANTA ON THE RUN
Santa got pulled over on the highway
Cops told him a light had gone on his sleigh
Santa said I'm in a rush
Cracked his whip shouted mush mush
The reindeers galloped off up and away...
QUEUE FOR THE LOO (FICTIONAL WRITE).
Have you noticed there is always a queue
Not outside the gents, only the girls loo
Business takes a minute
What do they do in it ?
They spend time gossiping that's what they do...
BILLY BLACKSMITH.
Billy the blacksmith was stoking his fire
The next horse up for shoeing was a shire
Then blacksmith Billy felt
A kick below the belt
Now high pitched is soprano in the choir...
INDUSTRIAL ACTION.
The reindeer decided to go on strike
Made demands that old Santa didn't like
He said it's Christmas eve
And I've soon got to leave
So he sacked them and rode off on his bike...
Written 19th November 2019.