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LIGHT VERSE AND NONSENSE VERSE IX
Disconcerted
by Michael R. Burch
Meg, my sweet,
fresh as a daisy,
when I’m with you
my heart beats like crazy
& my future gets hazy ...
The Less-Than-Divine Results of My Prayers to be Saved from Televangelists
by Michael R. Burch
I’m old,
no longer bold,
just cold,
and (truth be told),
been bought and sold,
rolled
by the wolves and the lambs in the fold.
Who’s to be told
by this worn-out scold?
The complaint department is always on hold.
Alas, Sir Munchalot!
by Michael R. Burch
You ate too much,
your common lot;
you munched too much,
so now you’ve got
a gut.
Hadrian’s Elegy
by Michael R. Burch
My delicate soul,
now aimlessly fluttering ... drifting ... unwhole,
former consort of my failing corpse ...
Where are we going—from bad to worse?
From jail to a hearse?
Where do we wander now—fraught, pale and frail?
To hell?
To some place devoid of jests, mirth, happiness?
Is the joke on us?
Keywords/Tags: heart, humor, humorous, irony, light, light verse, nonsense, joke, truth, future, soul
Come on all you true faithful
maga trumpateers
you must gather round closely
so you can all hear
I don't care if you have to
tell lies, steal or cheat
Make sure we have enough votes
so we won't be beat
Cause the mid-terms are coming
they’re not far away
and if we lose to the dems
there'll be hell to pay
You know what will happen if
their victory is reached
they will unredact those files
and I'll get my ass impeached
And all the maga's sing
woo-u-wee—woo-u-wee
I don't care if you're a
dictator wannabe
I'd still give you my vote
cause you're the king for me
even after they slam the doors
of your penitentiary
We can redraw the district
no voting by mail
take those who stand against me
and throw them in jail
If all that still won't work
tell you what I'll do
I'll send the National Guard
to any city that's blue
I've got my new Gestapo
sorry I mean ICE
they'll stand next to the poll booth
they'll check their list twice
If you don't have the right skin
we'll haul you away
don't care if you are a citizen
that's where you're gonna stay
And all the magas sing
woo-u-wee—woo-u-wee
I don't care if you're a
dictator wannabe
I'd still give you my vote
cause you're the king for me
even after they slam the doors
of your penitentiary
I'll pull all the funding for
the old, sick and poor
use all of the money for my
east wing palace door
They'll forget about Epstein
after I start a couple wars
I'll declare national emergency
and put an end to democracy for sure
With all the maga's still singing
woo-u-wee—woo-u-wee
I don't care if you're a
dictator wannabe
I'd still give you my vote
cause you're the king for me
even after they slam the doors
of your penitentiary
If that don't work out
you know I still have a plan
I will just proclaim to be king of
Venezuela and Greenland
The law stands tall in marble halls,
Blindfolded, scales in measured hands,
Yet whispers travel through its walls
Whose weight determines where it lands?
Was law conceived to shield the frail,
To be a staff for limping feet?
Or forged as iron, firm and pale,
For strong hands only, cold and neat?
They say the law protects the weak
But pause, and ask the deeper truth:
Who carved its words, who made it speak?
The Strong and Mighty not hunger, age, nor youth.
Why would the mighty draft a rule
That bends their crown, dissolves their might?
Why sharpen laws as self-made tool
To dim their power, dull their light?
The Mighty write laws, the Strong enforce,
They judge, interpret, jail, and fine;
They ride the law as mounted horse
While weak men walk the thorned line.
Thus justice limps when titans clash,
Files stall, proceedings drift and sleep;
But swift it strikes with thunderous lash
When weak meets weak there is no hill to keep.
Corruption oils the rusted scale,
Gold tips the balance, truth grows thin;
The poor man’s plea is bound to fail
Where bought verdicts quietly win.
If law must end this age-old wrong,
It must unlearn the rank of birth;
No class too weak, no class too strong
All equal tenants of the earth.
Let strength appear as humble clay,
Let weakness rise, made bold and sure;
Let law become a common way
Where every wound can find a cure.
Let conscience sit, not bribe nor fear;
Let learned minds refuse to travel
The crooked road corruption clears.
Till justice serves not power or name
But truth alone, exact and plain,
The law remains a titled game
Where weak men lose and strong men gain.
Improve or fix something in your immediate surroundings.
Prolifically - (Like your life depends on it)
Submit your entire attention, will power and physical action to it.
Harnessing, directing and converting energies of internal emotion (raw creative power)
however dark they seem - is how to turn our inner demons into inner strength.
Lead into gold! It is our rocket fuel to paint pictures, climb mountains and fight tigers. Free this imprisoned power. Do something with it! Or it will escape jail and terrorise you and those around you.
The effects of acting now come swift!
The risk if you don't could be dire;
Nothing else matters in this moment, other than gaining inner control... You cant help anyone until you help your self.
The quicker you act, the sooner relief should come...
The energy needs converting into physical or creative action, it needs an outlet or it will escape and damage.
It will Leak.
Creative power coming through distortion creates destruction.
Creative power coming through clarity, creates progress.
Creative power will create regardless.
That is its nature.
You can choose what it creates...
Find relief. From Belief. In your Self!
(Take Ferocious Action!)
Music helps ??
?? Best wishes - U.P
There's no way to make this world a better place
'Cause there's a sickness that infects the human race
So I sit here on my porch and let it go
For they just killed Jesus, don't you know
The cops want a power that's supreme
Justice in this land is just a dream
Being poor is the only crime I know
'Cause if your rich they have to let you go
I'm thinking there's just to many laws
Most of which I'm sure you'll find a flaw
If someone came along, to stand for good
They would kill him as fast as they could
The Constitution's just a fairy tale
Without a charge, you could land in jail
They can torture you 'till the cows come home
That's what happens when you live in modern Rome
I walk with a cane, disabled is how I've been rendered.
My prizefighting career is over, I cannot be a contender.
Even though some crooks insisted, I wouldn't take a dive.
If the police hadn't come along, I wouldn't even be alive.
Those criminals broke my ribs and shattered my knee caps.
They were going to make damn certain that I took a dirt nap.
I still have nightmares because of what happened to me.
I refused to take that dive because of my integrity.
Not being able to become a champion really hurts a lot.
If you're wondering if I regret not taking that dive, I do not.
I'm happy that those crooks are in jail, I'm not forgiving.
And I'm extremely grateful to the police to be living.
I can't fight anymore but I still have a whole lot to gain.
I met a fighter and he's a man who I intend to train.
Those crooks ended my career but they couldn't keep me down.
I intend to make the best of my life while I am around.
(This is a fictional poem.)
I went to jail
Yo I couldn't make bail
My life went off the rail
Til I got a letter in the mail
I stole a truck you see
Got caught when I tried to flee
My life always sucked
Yet God wanted me out of the muck
The letter said God loves me
With all my mess ups that can't be
In my heart I knew this was God's plea
Seek and ye shall find, I will set you free
Signed God the Father, God the Son
God the Holy Spirit
All three
So I asked the Lord into my heart come in
He forgave me of my sin
Sure my consequences would begin
But He changed me from within
Now my life with His help will be a win
Win
Exploring the branches of the family tree can be rather dicey.
Some ancestry could be famous, humdrum or downright spicy!
A feller I know decided to take the risk and check around.
I'm not so sure that he was all that pleased with what he found!
Seems that in the distant past a member of his family strain,
Was a notorious pirate marauding the bounding Spanish Main!
Another was a nefarious cattle rustler ever on the vamoose.
Til a posse tracked him down, and stretched his neck with a noose!
One forebear, a scoundrel who specialized in robbing trains,
Was ensconced for life in a cozy cell, detained in heavy chains!
A rowdy ancestor caused a ruckus in a Cripple Creek saloon.
The local sheriff done him in one fateful afternoon!
His lineage included a "business lady", of whom he proudly spoke.
Til I revealed what a "soiled dove" was, dismaying the poor bloke!
His great-grandpa was caught dispensing jugs of potent 'shine.
Revenooers busted him, resulting in jail and a hefty fine!
His uncle was a goon in a notorious Chicago gangster mob.
He met his Maker heisting a bank they were trying to rob!
He proffered a prayer as he examined that tragic family tree:
"Lord! May a sturdy twig adorn this tree and let it begin with me!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
I was sitting on the corner, stoned
When out of the blue, my dead aunt phoned
How could this be, she rests in peace
Right beside my loving niece
I answered the phone, and my auntie said
"I know you think that I am dead"
"I'm alive"- my auntie moaned
Or- could it be that you're just- "Stoned"
I thought maybe she didn't really die
Looked up to pink elephants in the sky
People passing me by were in the nude
Well, each to their own cos I'm no prude.
Thought I'd join them and stripped off
Took hold of a bush and tried to boff
Then I heard sirens, their distinctive wail
Cop grabbed me saying "For you it's jail”.
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