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Gordon Ramsay decided to pay a visit to Mel's Diner.
When he criticized Mel's food, Mel gave him a shiner.
Now Mel wears an eyepatch because Ramsay jabbed him in the eye with a fork.
He hated Mel's beef and had to have his stomach pumped when he ate Mel's pork.
Ramsay didn't like the waitresses so he told Mel that they had to go.
After years of faithful service, Mel fired Alice, Vera and Flo.
Flo was so angry that she was chomping at the bit.
She told Mel and Gordon Ramsay to kiss her grits.
Ramsay finally had to give up on Mel because his food is so terrible.
Ramsay's job is to help restaurants but he can't perform miracles.
(This poem was inspired by the 'Alice' TV show.)
I opened the top drawer of my mind
and carelessly took out some words.
I threw them about with little thought
of where or on whom they might land.
Many bounced when they hit becoming scattered and lost;
Some stuck like burrs holding fast where they fell;
A few jabbed like barbs causing prickling and itching;
One flew straight as an arrow into the heart of a friend.
But I was amused at myself and filled with conceit,
there in the midst of an admiring crowd.
Caught up in the wonder and pride of it all
I gave no thought to the missiles I'd fired.
But wait, the crowd grew quiet, and
suddenly I knew something was wrong!
They were all looking at me with disbelief and fear;
then the circle parted and I gazed on a terrible scene.
My words had become visible, each ugly one of them,
glinting and mocking me everywhere I looked.
I ran from the crowd, from their jeering delight
thinking only one thing, disappear, disappear.
It was then I saw my friend.
Fighting for breath and losing the fight;
impaled and dying on my careless word.
I cried, "Oh my dear God. Please, what have I done!"
And I ran to my friend saying, "please, please hold on."
Then I opened the bottom drawer of my mind
and carefully, so carefully took out some words.
I carried them to my friend and gently held them out
hoping, praying that they would be enough.
My friend lived that day, no thanks to me,
and forgave me for my awful deed.
But oh what I'd give if I could recall
that word and the pain that it brought.
To you who, like I, have been careless in your talk,
take care what you say, set a watch on your tongue.
Else you too some day will see effects you never meant
from words you can't get back, ever.
Submitted 5 Sept 16
There was a man I knew—
bitten by ignorance’s venom.
All his life, he groped through shadows,
searching for cures in the dark—
but he found none,
until he bit the dust.
One day, while spring still painted the world,
his sun just beginning to rise,
and the stream sparkled with promise,
a band of robbers stormed our street.
Every home was stripped of treasures—
except his...
because poverty was his landlord.
They spared his home for being poor,
but their leader paused—
then changed his mind.
He gave the man a brutal choice:
be robbed—or be infected with HIV.
The man begged for time to think,
and they let him in,
while they waited in the living room.
Five minutes later, he returned, calm:
"I’ll take the virus."
Their leader—a newly diagnosed patient—
wasted no time.
He jabbed him with five millilitres of infected blood.
Then they left,
his poverty untouched,
unbothered.
Neighbors saw the robbers leave empty-handed,
and feared the worst—
no sign of the man afterward.
They rushed to his home,
hoping to help or mourn.
But to their surprise,
they found him smiling—
ear to ear.
He told them everything.
Everyone was furious,
calling his choice foolish, deadly.
But he grinned and reassured them:
“Don’t worry,” he said.
“I wore a condom
before he injected me.
So I’m safe.
No way
I’m getting the virus.”
…A POEM IN SUPPORT OF PARENTS’ RIGHTS…
Children……………
Results of love of a husband and wife.
They are not toys of school boards or scientific trife!
I don’t know when groups replaced them.
A School Board.....is not a marriage.....Ahem!
Your values, your health for them, are your decision!
Unions are there to serve you, not look down on
parents with derision.
Our children, being robbed of their youth.
Masked, jabbed, why not give school boards your
child’s first tooth?
You are the ones whose values must come first!
But for their individuality, they do thirst!
Your children are yours, don’t need their bodies
or heads filled with crazy junk!
Don’t live in a state, run by group-think punks!
Protect your dear progeny,how precious they are.
Not to be run by the state, like the engine of your car.
2-10-2022
Bob Robinson had been born in the ghetto,
and his childhood was not a nice thing,
single mother, just a teenager herself,
in a neighborhood known for gang-banging.
But Bob was a truly tenacious soul,
he got his first job and didn’t look back,
determined he’d never let himself become
a welfare case stuck addicted to crack.
Though he never had culinary schooling,
he learned much at the restaurants he worked,
until, at thirty, he opened his own,
his own place, his own menu, his own turf.
He had a great spot right by the highway
near a suburb that housed much big tech,
he just called it ‘Bob’s,’ and soon was known
for serving up the town’s finest Tex-mex.
Bob usually liked to be the bartender,
he met all sorts of near people that way,
life went smoothly, at least it did at first,
until his nephew was sent out to stay.
Jamal was the first of the family
to receive an offer to go to school,
a local four-year gave a scholarship,
since Jamal was anything but a fool.
Now Jamal did not want to wait tables,
but Bob fed him, since he was family,
and not long after he started classes
he began to behave aggressively.
Began to say folks were out to get him,
that the ‘system’ was rigged to his loss,
then pale-skin folks were all ‘keeping him down,’
would never let folk like him be the boss.
Now all this seemed quite bizarre to Bob,
he himself had seventeen employees,
but Jamal kept saying he was ‘oppressed,’
that he would fight as a minority.
For the first year Jamal was quite active,
never missed a rally of protest march,
but then when he got himself arrested
Bob worried the his path soon would get dark.
When he got off with community service
it seemed just to invigorate Jamal’s rage,
he started calling for ‘reparations’
for the actions of a dead and gone age.
He started spewing out Socialist tripe,
said private property only oppressed,
that all who took part in it were ‘slave-drivers,’
it all left Bob feeling more and more vexed.
Then when Jamal jabbed a finger at him,
and cussed out his fiancé for being pale,
Bob threatened to cut him off for his crap,
but his threats seemed to be of no avail...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
I'm jabbed at my side with plummet and jab, and yet I must grin and bear it,
I'm abhorrent with scorn for those who must mourn, but then I indifferently swear
it.
Pathos and play this is the new way to read past a cover,
But to sured dismay this supposed display is nothing but a buffer.
Acceptance in many, a noble pursuit but is it worh scrupulous losses,
For every companion is lost in a canyon of lacerated crosses,
For sin and lamehnt are the only avail when deceit is a popular practice,
Honor and grace can prove ugly in taste for those who apparently lack this,
Jest in the cruel and pain in the righteous seem to be the new standard,
So why not be masses with sections and classes and measures of Lucre as
spirit,
The reason is subtle it's muffled in evil, but one can still hear it beating,
Through hunger and death, bloodshed and stress that seems to incumbent the
streets,
The beat of one's own heart, it has all the answers to questions regarding the
spirit,
It's written in code for angels and God so only who listen will hear it,
To the sainted listerners, it's an astute obligation, to grin and bear the malice tht
the deaf hearts do commit,
For at one time or another, we have done unto our brother in a contradictory
fashion that what he would have us do,
So we have to keep on sinning and never cease our grinning, when we really
want to burst into a burning flame of hate,
For others haven't heard the news, that not to be true to yourself is to lose,
So priviledged few, that have a clue, will simply have to wait.
Your are under arrest
in your house
your concentration camp
quiet
before for being unmasked
get fined.
You have no rights
to buy, sell or travel
without hand or forehead
being jabbed
in preparation
for microchip ahead.
Can't buy bread? Starve
with the little mouths
you allowed to live
they could have been
used in vaccines.
You are not to visit
friends, family
or enemies
in nursing homes
or hospital beds
dying
to be disposed of
quietly.
You are not to go to school
knowledge is dangerous
infecting brain to brain
to rioting dissent!
Let the screen be your teacher
and Alexa your friend.
You are not to go to parties
or indoor movies
alone get drunk
and watch your *****
and blood at home.
You are to be vaccinated
enemy of all that is progress
who gave you the audacity
to question vaccines'
safety and efficacy
with elderly and terminally ill
dying from Covid-19?
Unapproved, obsolete
what’s that to us?
Give to Caesar money
to science your body
and to 666 your hand
to be microchipped
if you want medicine
travel or be fed.
Gagged, tied, mesmerized
fear turns hearts to ice
but a remnant keeps shining
God’s charity
feeding hungry
hugging lonesome
praying in private
and in public
for a self destroying
faithless humanity
heading to depopulation.
Fed by heaven
sealed on the forehead
with the cross of salvation
chosen to be preserved
to start a new world
of love, peace and joy
with Jesus Christ as King
in an environment of beauty
health and energy
as it was meant to be
with foods that nourish
herbs that heal
joy of family life
in villages
full of boys and girls
running with health.
The remnant could be you.
Lord Jesus come
hurry do not delay
Thy Kingdom come.
Are their twenty pilots?? In Australia now.? Un-jabbed
Heros.? Well anyhow.! Give me the lenght of a winfield
Ciggie..? To elbourate on what could be a pretty biggie..Good
Move? Or deal..So to put it..' For my homeland i watched
Streched beyond any limits.! Yet back on track cause we'll
Never quit.' some news for
klause harani; and other w e f
Sh!!ts.) Why not charter some planes? For internal rides
Like good old T A A..! boy' they made some strides'
I'll always remember the red intials so bold.' They are an
Icon to me still' the memory holds.) So mates of Hoody'
What say you.? True blue Aussies!! Is this game for you?
One life on earth, will you choose to fly freedoms message
In those expansive skies? To Make it known you stood to
Loose.? Or gain? a nation back again' I ask! you choose?? I see
Such a group, can turn it round, in just a few marsupial
Bounds ! Be like Houges ' who painted the steels yet
Climbed to the stars.' Raise up a nation to how it should
Deal' with life and any challenge, i implore you! To Rally round
Get some spring in yourselves.' And like red roo's you'll be
Off the ground!!
CAPTIVATED
This is odd. Well, more than odd
Something that is sort of weird
As if a strange thing appeared
And into my memory, seared
Then jabbed with a cattle prod
If it is abnormal, I’m not bored
Holding me tight in its embrace
Attentive, like it’s on my case
Keeping me firmly in my place
A Gordian knot needs a sword
Others may not feel this pull
A tight focus on my thoughts
They clearly ignored reports
Rumours dismissed with snorts
So they will never feel this full
I cannot think, I cannot move
This thing has me in its spell
Such captivation, I know it well
Applied logic seems not to gel
Maybe I’ve something to prove
Am I now stuck like this forever
In this strange entranced state
Some might say it was my fate
By leaving my escape too late
Is it now just futile endeavour
Can I break this mystery bond
That holds me in its tight grip
Not unlike a psychoactive trip
So it’s time to pull down that zip
And focus to see what’s beyond
Another sleepless night, reading a book by lamplight
I never thought I would witness a terrible deadly fight
Annoyed at no sleep, and trying to concentrate
Then it all happened and two did meet and sealed their deathly fate
I caught a glimpse of the start out of the corner of my eye
It made me jump I was not sure, it was really up quite high
I watched them circle, testing, I didn’t know what to do...
I thought that I would watch a while, I nearly regretted it too.
The one on the right jabbed forth and caught the other unawares
I wondered if there were more about or was it just the pair.
The second one seemed to dance away but then lunged back quite quick
I’m sure I heard the contact noise, it was beginning to make me sick
They grabbed each other and fought and jabbed and then they both fell over
I was pulling bed clothes high up now my book had dropped and turned over
The noise they made when they hit the floor was really something loud
I nearly screamed what should I do, but I didn’t want a crowd
I lost sight of them and then I thought the fight was done
But after a while one reappeared but it was the only one.
The second was wrapped up tight, being dragged along by the first
It looked like one had killed the other with a bloody thirst
What to do I, must move, I am riveted to the spot
What if there are more of them, I might cop for the lot...
Sanity prevailed, as the first one now falls over too
I know I must do something; I know now what to do
Hubby is asleep in the bedroom next to mine
That way he can get some sleep I won’t disturb him all the time
I call him in, “I need you here please" I open his door wider
Come quick and bring the vacuum you need to suck up a dead spider
It's not one really but over there they have had a terrible fight
Don’t worry he said being the man, everything will be alright
He gallantly stood on a chair the vacuum pipe in his hand
Good grief they have killed each other they are off to dead spider land.
Are you sure they are gone and they won’t crawl back out
Don’t worry if they do just come in and give a shout.
Needless to say I left the room I could not sleep there now
So until my spider sense stop tingling, I will not go in no how.
©~GG~4/09/2012