Long Installment Poems
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Pleasant pondering never be realized,
the pie in the sky for now satisfied.
The biggest slice in need of pursuit,
the cherry on top as attitude.
Succulent projections by layers detailed,
downtown look at the sky retailed.
Others already with their fingers in the pie,
to hurry is the profundity in that limited sky.
Religious or political pies so mighty,
spoons for everybody’s social beauty.
Sunset breaking eggs ascendant warmed firmament,
vanilla, butter perfumed baking’s installment.
Crown of all doughnuts after the release,
muffin tops vice versa to please.
Procrastinations and prophecies,
prediction in scientific strategies.
Every now and then to eat some humble pie,
to still the slice of anger on a hungry day.
The ideal pie a comic book story,
insanity as perfect repository.
Custard on the pie as ultimate joke,
magic laughter from the dispensing yoke.
Creating bigger pies for funding,
easy bargain for expanding landing.
The karmic pie in the face as frailties,
sour tears in lemon meringue deities.
The unified future as a mince pie dream,
slow baking and loss of morality scream.
The shrinking pie and the blame,
con leaders in control of crust and its fame.
Anxious Kate
could never be late
Up at 3:30
she began to worry
Got to work two hours early
sat around growing surly
Kate's morning dragged on
with many a yawn
By lunch break
her hands would shake
Her afternoon seemed long
she'd do everything wrong
The last hour Kate skipped
and she got pink-slipped
Plunged into depression deep
Poor Kate couldn't sleep
She couldn't get up early
which really had her worried
She became intent on taking her life
but couldn't find a suitable knife
So, she wended her way to Canterbury, dressed as a pilgrim
where she met a dashing Londoner by the name of William...
Here's hoping this tale has filled your void
next installment you'll find in any tabloid
Sandy is it over?
We don't get the news here in the woods
No cable in the caves to where we all ran away
When we heard what you'd planed to do
Has the cold harsh wind subsided
Can we all come out from hiding
Sandy we ain't lying
When we say this was all very frighting
Sandy is it over?
Is the world now a happy place
Can I call the furry woodland creatures out
Let them know it's once again safe to frolic and play
Bambi and Thumper are still shaking
The Mantis are still praying
Quite the shock waves you were making
What with the way you were behaving
Sandy is it over?
Will the world tilt back now on it's axis
Will the Earthquakes, Tsunamis, Tornadoes cease and desist
Can our Gluteus Maximus now relax on us
Can't say it wasn't a thrill
We're just thankful that no one was killed
Remember you do this again and we will
Pack our bags and head back to the hills
At times we may be fat, dumb, and lazy
But with all of the above we ain't crazy
Sandy is it over?
My second and final installment to my friends 3 day cleanse...
I think she survived!
Silence is Deadly
Stand up
if the masses did
Trump would be a gravestone
Notes:
Some will tell you never to be silenced, yet will not mention what exactly is the issue. This is typical of people purporting propaganda, hoping to win people to their side without really saying what they believe. Let me tell you very clearly. We should never be silenced by those propagating fear and division and stating literally false facts. Hitler did this successfully. Please don't fall for this again. All those close to Trump not involved with him, have clearly stated his lack of knowledge on issues, never mind his prejudicial views and that's being kind. If one or two agencies or departments was critical well ok, almost every agency, The CIA, the FBI, The Federal Reserve, local politicians all along the border, and the list goes into the hundreds, have stated he is wrong. Listen to experts not a con artist.
Longer before becoming President he has money laundered for Russia, all verifiable facts.
By the way, the wall is not 5.7 billion, that's an installment, the actual cost depending on who you listen too is between 30 to 60 billion dollars, and that's not were most of the migrants are even entering the USA.
Do not let McCarthy exist twice!
i’ve been shot.
this is hysterical.
i mean historical.
this is good
no, better.
the softest tip, not even
a black and blue pinch.
meanest
no, but yes
meaningful.
amazing grace in a tube;
i’ve trusted a God that is good
up to this point,
forever still —
not ill.
should i bend over for the second installment?
now that
would
be
hysterical;
historical too.
perhaps for this i’d keep my mask on
my face —
red underneath.
3/24/2021
A Nubian goat they called Split
Was rehabbing her front leg a bit.
She was having a blast,
And the time flew by fast,
But she wasn’t quite ready to quit.
She suddenly realized she’d dozed;
It was later than she had supposed.
She was out in the gloam
And a far piece from home;
Her position was fairly exposed.
A coyote was out on the prowl.
Bat and Gat heard its far-away howl.
They hopped on the double;
Their friend was in trouble
Because things could quickly go foul.
So they headed down to the gate
It looked like they might be too late.
That evil wolf-dog
Had moved to a jog;
Now Split had an uncertain fate.
Well, they knew they were doomed in a fight,
For fearful and big was his bite!
So they devised a plan;
To the culvert, they ran.
There's a coyote to scare off tonight!
With Split, they all hid in the ditch;
Hoped they’d pull off their plan sans a hitch.
Stuck their heads in the pipe
When the timing was ripe.
(This next part is rather a stitch!)
Well, they howled, and they screamed, and they spat!
You’d have thought it was a mountain cat.
With the amplified sound
Like a lion surround;
The coyote would have none of that!
Then he turned tail and soon disappeared.
They could finally signal All Clear.
With Split in between
They soon split the scene
And let out a Hero Cat cheer!
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For those who have been breathlessly awaiting the second installment of Bat and Gat: Hero Cats!
I met a woman, fell in love
She was a gift from above
Soon she became my spouse
We gathered things and set up house.
Some things were new without a flaw
Some were hand me downs from Ma and Paw
For some we saved nickels in a can
Some were bought on the installment plan.
Children came – a total of four
Two boys – two girls- no need for more
We managed to provide room and board
Did the best we could afford.
We moved around from house to house
On an adventure – me and my spouse
Gathering things to which we would cling
But we rarely got rid of anything.
Tables, chairs, couches, and beds
Cabinets and shelves taller than our heads
Mugs, pictures, and bells we did collect
Mementoes and heirlooms on which to reflect.
A man gathers a lot in over fifty years
And remembers many of them with tears
Many a thing still fills my house
But it’s not a home without my spouse.
She has a room in a retirement home
Care is provided and she cannot roam
I dreamed one day we would be old timers
But I never figured on Alzheimer’s.
Now I have a house full of stuff
Too many things - more than enough
The time has come to downsize
To an apartment in the high rise.
My children came one by one
Went through my stuff until they were done
One takes this and another takes that
And managed to do so without a spat.
Giving things away is a lonely task
My irritability I cannot mask
Gathering things with my spouse
Was more fun than cleaning out house.
Economies of cooperative redemption,
like taking turns licking
melting ice cream cones,
favorably contrast to
stingier economies of personal private
sticky and prickly ownership
Including feeling entitled to purchase
whatever and whomever
I can afford to buy or rent
in cash up front
or through a commercial commodifying
installment plan product
with interest paid out
to a not personally invested corporate banker
So often straight white He
with legal right to demand full repayment
on my unfortunate overextended
ego-imbalance.
Economies of competitive secular development,
rather than sacred cooperative resonance,
sadly and madly contrast,
compete against,
empowering richer economies
of compassionate and resilient stewardship
not entitled to purchase sacred Earth
Nor to shop for bargain basement lands
and seas
and mindbody laborers
unpaid for cooperative working foundations
win/win playing
and designing co-creators
copassionately co-invested
in sacred polycultural joy relationships
in
and on
and now sadly under
our over-rated capital-infested futures
Gladly co-investing over
around
through
green ecologies of win/win wealth
Co-redemptive
permaculturally healthy
and robust enlightened financial systems
producing politically empowering
passionately resilient
enlightened mind
and empowering body
EarthTribe cooperative outcomes.
Sleepless, the body becomes
a mind map strung out on a bed,
color coded in degrees of pain.
Each movement sends an update,
a glowing patch of deepening red
or a lava line of heat solidifying
into a poker branding plunge
with a white hot X.
Staying still is only a temporary
reprieve, a lull for nerves to reset
and crank up for the next assault.
Inhabited space pressurizes
to send throbs pounding
on the walls of each weary cell
accompanied by waves
of relentless ache.
Thoughts clamber upwards
looking for a way out
but fall back into a dark
gravity, consumed by
that agonizingly slow countdown
when the next dose of oblivion
can be dribbled out of a pill
which, with any luck,
should get you through
until morning creeps across
your bed
with another installment.
I hope you're aware what you're doin' --
Got a bad feeling you're not
We may be headin' into ruin --
Maybe lookin' at the Doomsday clock
When that end-times gong chimes out,
Who will come to your defense
To say you were roundin' up the cattle
Behind the electrified fence?
I saw death on the installment plan
I saw a Petri dish full of rage
I saw animals eyes in the darkness
I saw the Great Idea in a cage
Still I dream that we'll recover
Someday in the future tense,
And not brand and poke one another
Behind an electrified fence
Electrified fence --
Ain't there no place to turn
All you sinners
May you reconsider
As you feel your hides start to burn
When you're puttin' your love on layaway,
And you pay for it as you go;
When you're tellin' your lover to stay away
'cause you're scared where the heart might go --
Don't be surprised when the bank moves in
And seizes your land and your tents
And you're forced to move in with your animal friends
By the electrified fence