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This Friday I’ve got a blind date
With Miss Information
And I just can’t wait.
Of course as a red blooded American male
I sincerely hope I’ll get in her pants
If not her bed,
But given her name
I won’t be making any assumptions
‘Till I see her up close and personal.
Given her name
I also expect to hear lots of talk of Covid 19
Bats, the wet market, social distancing
Safe and effective vaccines and all that.
Then before dessert
I hope we make it past BLM’s glorious
Post Floyd Summer of Love
The terrifying January 6th insurrection
And nonexistent border crisis of 2021-24,
As I like to enjoy something sweet
Without a sour taste in my mouth.
In fact, I hope we make it through the night
Without any of that garbage,
But given her name I’m not holding my breath.
So why am I even taking Miss Information out?
Because although inside I am no comparison,
Inside I am also now inspired
And will proudly step up and say, “Hi,
I am Charlie”, when I pick her up,
And so gladly reach across the aisle
And dine with a chick who may end up a dude
In the name of open and friendly dialogue.
After all that is what will Make America Great Again.
(9/23/25)
TWAIN PHRASIS
Private thoughts can never lie as
a mist on a mirror,for the charm
of a picture grows.A procession of
people file through my mind masses
of virgin truth multiplying and
multiplying yet memory shrinks
upon a second look.Trifles of
information grow,spread & grow.
This passage of prose,takes root
in thought,has a worldly air of the
peak of a perfect day ,purple with
shade.Then,lucid expressions
washes from the mind as life &
personality holy&precious simple
& sure different, & yet characteristic
casting an arch glance at the frantic
gesture,we keep to ourselves.
From Twain letters 1917
Listen to me read this phrasis on youtube under my pen name ichthyschiro
You have had a career that’s been fabulous.
How electrifying you were on stage in Las Vegas.
Popularity came your way all across America.
What a great act you were with your late ex Louis Prima.
You two were nothing short of terrific
when you sang your hit duet of “That Old Black Magic”.
We saw you in some movies, and in television.
In those areas, you were equally a sensation.
For nearly all your life, you have had your way.
I’m so glad you are still with us today.
I thank wikipedia.org online encyclopedia and IMDb.com for information I obtained to write this poem.
Early/mid afternoon May 22nd, 2020...
Raindrops percolate Perkiomen Valley watershed
pleasant reprieve versus quite warm temperatures
yesterday found yours truly averse attempting re:
ding outside, the secluded alcove visible looking
thru single bedroom window here, once upon time
former Schwenksville Elementary School, now re:
purposed Highland Manor apartment alphanumeric
unit B44, 2day precipitation lightly palpitating terra
firma quenching thirsty flora and fauna donning viz
age fifty plus shades of lush green meteorological
regular phenomena offsets prospect where drought
would deprive biota requisite liquid nourishment
speculation June, July, and August promise triple
digits essentially forcing creature comfort ala air
conditioning as climate control to weather extreme
hot temperatures linkedin with global warming, a
grim prospect lately tempered courtesy coronavirus
COVID-19 inexplicably temporarily giving respite
the Earth atmosphere purportedly less toxic since
countless manifold modes of industrial production
lockdown subjected since employees in quarantine
to thwart contagion infecting adjacent areas, thus
impacting transportation hub, no substantial traffic
most rerouted thru information superhighway data
bits and bytes sent to and fro, hither and yon, until
"green light" signalled for businesses to reorient
themselves to alternate paradigm, hoop fully more
eco friendly less dependent upon fossil fuels, where
greenhouse gases deplete ozone layer compromising
delicate balance offset severely trending toward by
Yoda - star wars pitched battles witnessing galactic
empires armed 2 teeth with supersonic weapons mass
destruction spelling demise of human civilization
think brinkmanship whereby within eyeblink en-
tire realm encompassing eastern, western, northern
southern, brethren and cistern multifarious legacies
snuffed out without a trace extinguishing gamut of
living things great and small, perchance world wide
web overtaken with radiation resistant critters, an
unrecognizable changing of the guard when no pry
mates abled (Cain not) wrest control against giant
size carnivorous entities deliciously feast carrion
until nothing but lovely bleached (bomb shelled)
bones scattered across the pock marked terrestrial
landscape - mush room 4 opportunistic organisms.
I attended the funeral of an acquaintance the other day.
Not my preference for pastimes I hasten to say!
But I felt to him my final respects I should pay,
And view his corporeal remains and help send him away!
I thought I knew the feller fairly well,
But as various ones eulogized over that empty shell,
I was at a loss as to who they were talking about.
The dude I knew stretched out there wasn't all that devout!
The preacher talked about him usually sitting in the front pew.
Where he got that information I really have no clue,
For Sunday morns found him and me on the golf course,
And his parlance on the greens was quite lewd and coarse!
Another guy got up there and had the fortitude to say,
How he supported his family and was frugal with his pay.
I fear that scoundrel was a bit too frugal with his bucks,
For when he broke this earthly plane, he owed me thirty-five bucks!
Mourners viewed the corpus marveling at what the mortician did,
Before the undertaker closed and screwed down the lid.
As the hearse whisked him away to his eternal rest,
I gave him the benefit of the doubt - the feller tried his best!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
Charoset is a sweet, brown relish eaten during Passover.
It symbolizes brick mortar on a plate during a Seder.
This is a sweet treat made for the season in all nations.
There is no single recipe. Existing are many variations.
Included are apples, raisins, dates, and cinnamon.
Sometimes added are walnuts, figs, pomegranates, and saffron.
Charoset is usually placed between layers of unleavened bread.
Its thick texture makes it something easy to spread.
Often "dukeh" and "halegh" can be used as a designation.
May this Passover food be handed down to each generation.
I thank wikipedia.org for valuable information I obtained to write this poem.
Comeuppance generated
desire to kill self awoke
resolution to make amends
bedevils this bloke
who deservedly receives just desserts
invisible hand doth choke
living daylights, hence
nightmare scenario I evoke.
Following objective forthwith
pained papa doth aim
constitutes feeble attempt made
to reach out and accept blame
reckless transgression
to spout warrants claim
if religious, thence within perdition
while still alive
mine flesh set fire to flame
analogous to burnt offering
even that sacrifice considered lame
imposed upon lovely bones,
I cannot utter nor name
one garden variety primate repurposed
thru cremation his cruelty destiny will tame.
Awfulness permeates nerve wracked soul,
because behavior concerning yours truly
hashtagged boneheaded rogue
(as easily attested to courtesy the missus),
indiscriminately sharing sensitive information
innocently celebrating their joys and sorrows
concerning welfare of deux biological chicas
which pathetic body, mind and spirit triage
attributed to where fool rushed into
where angels fear to tread.
No ambition, exertion, inspiration... arose
these last few days melancholy grows
a brief lull occurred,
whereby lack of crafting poems or prose
insync engulfed and teed off par
for the course
stainless steel pitch forked shows
with mettlesome irony
(perhaps witnessed
by dearth of posting)
finding me figuratively pitched
upon horns of dilemma.
Far from human league,
(more'n mark twain fathoms
into deep purple troubled waters)
I flounder amidst flotsam and jetsam
mankind receding toward lost horizon adios
at sea within Lake lachrymose
moody blue foo fighting
wretched beastie boy feels morose.
Subsequent diminution to write,
nevertheless mustered
aforementioned reasonable rhyme
attempting to describe psychological plight
thru arranging words, I take flight.
The year when there are
two Friday the thirteenths.
A the editors at the
Pamphlet Confidental
Released a report on the
6-15-23 Orca Attacks.
It included Superman and
Aquaman spearheading and
commanding the Orcas to
attack the Spanish ship.
Lex Luthor and Brainiac held
a press conference releasing
The information.Meanwhile
a meteorite in space was discovered
the the Daily News revealed the
Large rock had a set of rocket boosters
and a glass shelf that appeared to
be glass Clark Kent said the object
appeared to be alien. In the same week
The Song "Abba Dancer" debuted. The
Song is said to be by the group
Faz Eddy and Genre Won. We here at
Bow Guss Magazine believe that these are
the Wonder Twins deciesed as a loveable
Music group tryna get closer to hear the
Whispers of the Legion of Doom.Because we
hear Black Manta and Pure.Evil has opened
up a Music Company and has signed Sinara and Fluffious to a new music deal, stay tuned.
Lazarus fell ill so Martha and Mary sent a word to Christ
to let Jesus know all that was occurring in their lives
but Jesus did not respond nor did he venture right away
He stayed where He was for two whole days
now Jesus loved Martha, Mary and Lazarus very much
and He sensed that Lazarus was in need of His healing touch
but what many can't see or even understand
is that sometimes we have to wait on God's unfolding plans
God may need to position us so that we can come to see
and understand that our emergency may not need His urgency
your eyes and ears are just for the gathering of information
but they're not equipped to decipher godly interpretation
a word sent to Jesus may require a lengthy process
as time may be needed before the situation can be addressed
now Lazarus had died but that was God's divine plan
so that Jesus could raise him from the dead with His anointed hands
we all have to go through some stuff in order to be reborn and renewed
so that the Holy Spirit can now work in and through you
to be transformed and transcended by the power of the Holy Ghost
no longer to compartmentalize those things in life we need most
to get rid of the dead things physically and spiritually
which are giving off a foul odor all around thee
and when Jesus arrived He said, "where is he?"
my friend Lazarus who has need of Me
but what Jesus was really asking for is those gifts to us He gave
those blessings we have packed away or buried in a grave
we need to stop letting Satan whisper words of doubt
that make us feel incapable of working it all out
for not everything we bury is truly dead and gone
as God has the resurrection power to revive it and make it strong
so if you're buried under the burden of life's situation
its time to seek out Jesus for divine rejuvenation
so roll away those stones that have you in bondage and entombed
be they internal or external let Jesus have some room
now Jesus said Lazarus come forth and he did obey
and he was still in the grave clothes from his interment day
so when God sends you an invite come as you are
He's not looking for perfection nor a shining star
and when a word is sent to Jesus we need to understand
that He will respond according to God's divine plans
I have an early Christmas gift for this fellow, after first some sound advice'
There is a light at the end of his tunnel
And its a cheery; cherry bright.' I have seen the flickers i know its there, just
Needed that piece of information
to share, so now to his present' i beleive he
Is into plot twists? Well judging by those
Horns that is how it is.' Now i know how he has agonized about the ( remmnant church! ) on where it might be? And when
It will show.? And he's not alone in such seachings..I will have you know" there are
Beleivers who have studied long.! Even I have thought it could forn in an exodos from, the dying woke churches, maybe that will come, yet will God place a sign over the door.? That satan can zero in on?
Or will they be splintered scattered everywhere.? Only God knowing their sanctity, and sheilding them there, in one to one with Jesus they might well stand right in front on satan, yet if he can find them i'll be damned.' The remmenant church in great power will move, harvesting from satan.' Well he's only going to loose' all Glory to Jesus All Glory
I proclaim l.' Soon he will grasp satan by his horns and twist them once again.' He will send him to the deepest hell all saved
Spirits now rejoice.' God alone claims the victory! while to you belongs the choice.'