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The Itemized Bill
An elderly gentleman told me a story today
I just couldn't resist recreating it in rhyme
and share it with all of you. Thanks for reading
Patty loved his new Rolls Royce
Like those he'd bought before
A grin he wore from cheeks to chin
While he made the engine roar
And each time, made his maiden drive
To his best friends home, named Finn
And honked the horn to beckon
His dear old mate "Get in"
They rode along the country roads
With Patty at the wheel
And every turn, Finn discerned
"I like the way it feels"
But not so long, into the trip
There came a clicking noise
It steadily and readily
Concerned both of our boys
"That's it, it's going back
to the dealer to be fixed"
But Finn said "Nigh, I know a Guy
He’s one that knows the tricks"
His name's McGee, and you'll soon see
He knows all there's to know
He's quite close by, and he don’t lie
It's there, we ought to go
They soon arrived, at McGee's
And they told him of the trouble
He said "Wait eer, an 'ave no fear
I'll fix it on the double"
McGee returned, with tool in hand
As Patty popped the bonnet
And there said Finn, wearing a grin
"You see, he's got right on it"
McGee then turned a little screw
and the noise, then went away
Patty danced, reached in his pants
Asked "How much, I want to pay"
Five Hundred pounds , was the sound
That Patty heard so clear
"McGee you sure, I say what for"
Pat gazed at him and jeered
Would you like for me to itemize, I can do it now and here
Patty said, holding his head, "It sure would make it clear"
"It's a pound for me effort, to turn the little screw
And the four-nintynine, to know which one to do"
Twelve-year-old Cliff was moaning in his sleep.
Again--bad dreams of Bob the Bruiser who
lived right next door. Bob was a thug, a creep
who picked on smaller kids like Cliff and knew
on Monday mornings they’d have cash to steal,
lunch money for the week. He’d take it all.
Till after school, these kids would get no meal.
The Bruiser ate his fill and had a ball.
Bad Bob saved up a pile of loot and bought
a bike. He told his victims what he’d done.
He jeered, “You’ve got no proof. I won’t get caught.
Tormenting all you losers is such fun!”
One day the bike was lying in between
his yard and Cliff’s. The Bruiser wasn’t there.
Cliff was outside. A man he’d never seen
said, “Let me buy your bike. I’ll treat you fair!?
Cliff’s conscience stirred, but then he thought of how
he’d been abused and robbed. He said, OKAY!”
The stranger said, “Two hundred?” Cliff yelled, “WOW!
That’s just right, Sir.” This was Cliff’s lucky day.
Bob’s parents would deal wisely with their son
when neighbors told them just what he was like.
They’d see he made amends for all he’d done.
They’d NEVER know what happened to that bike.
January 12, 2018
entered in Eve Roper's There's a Brighter Side Contest (picture 1)
This imprisonment of clay,
this putrid jarred tint subjected to time's defeat,
this cankered vile contagion.
tossed to and fro as on a sea with unrelenting anchorage of ease,
this worm, ephemeral in the bay leaf of existence.
this dirt of appointed time, fixed by irreversible decree,
fleeting by clipped tickle,
here mere mortal toiling to gather stones, hay and stubble.
with diseased brow,
worms fighting worms for passing fame.
Finite frame transiting through ceaseless vanities
myriads from these pains,
willingly oblivious of the power of Time,
throng the gates of mammon to hideous and dreadful apparition,
little minds, unwilling to enlist in the real battle.
And multitudes ignoring the signpost in rush to gaiety
several on sensuous doorway to doom.
As captives of Lust, enslaved by Ashmodeus
This Frame wears Luciferous garbs
Pharaoh and Herod bodied
The beast of pride, despising the breath of his nostril
conjures theories of atheism from his erratic emotions
arrogating his existence and all to “second cause”
despising the first cause preceding all causes.
They go on and on they go.
There were abject who in time past, cut the cables of belief
sailing over the tempestuous ocean of free thought.
reviled the coast of revelations
seeking Life among the dead,
and rushing on the mad voyage,
wondering through confused obscurity
In search of life in all vice to the very extremities,
wearied by wasted years,
came to their senses.
Looking up to His hill,
To Yonder Light through the Cross
casting all dependence aside
they enter the Ark
These now deal in matters of eternal realities,
unknown, unsought, conscripted to miseries still,
pangs shot through their faces as arrows piercing a foe,
These have deceased bodies and suffers too,
Longing for the returning of the King
these likewise are subject to the monstrous ills of the decaying filth
but for a time,
the dying body, taunted, Jeered and calumniated.
carrying about a third force unknown to all, the Spirit.
They do battles with unseen foes to keep a pace with Him
unseen spirits their attendants.
Myriads watching the match from vantage confines,
though among men, mere men no longer.
Come in No Luxury required
I floated into the windless sky of the tranquil night visited by minuscule stars
that were subdued by dim moonbeams calling for some gleeful dreaming;
and I wistfully dreamed of a lovelier and calmer planet remembering
two kind and sincere eyes much lovelier than bluebells swaying in clay pots.
I kept thinking of other universes never discovered by me and they surely existed
beyond ours which couldn't thrill me anymore with its mysteries;
dazzlingly beautiful they were as they expanded further into interstellar infinity...
showing a grandiose light surpassing the one seen by the shepherds.
Many hours went by, and soon what I had envisioned started to vanish before dawn,
and floating back to earth I beheld that awesome vision of the Heavens.
I landed in corn fields tangled by tarn that made me cringe, tasting unripe corn;
and cherishing what I saw, I recalled that sojourn which lasted for long hours!
I told everyone what I had seen in that dream so realistic, but they jeered at me,
believing I was hallucinating; I even had to endure some tongue-lashing from mother
as she noticed my pants togged in my boots: " You look like a soldier!" she screamed. .
I'm hoping to return to that lovelier and calmer planet, where everything is peaceful.
To The women I love
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Written by:
Männer si Léift
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"maintaining spatial consistency"
He tried to impress them with buying flying cars
buuilding "The Hillside Mansion"
3 custom Limos
He bought 2 Posh' Si Sports cars (rarest and most expensive car in the world)
he had horses
cattle
he tried raising ostrich
he owned a cactus leather plant
he made fashion wear and boots
he was rich wealthy and wise
until he meet her!
"Beautiful and smartmouthed"said one reporter
"suprising someone born so poor could
afford to be so dumb" said another.
"He has to love her: and maybe only he can" wrote
Tishtin Dale of Pretty People Magizine.
The return of actual paper news papers
was done using her as the first person in 20 years
to be one the cover. It din't flop
it was a great success to everyone
except those who dispised her.
When her goats and ducks became missing
people laughed
until they found weird things happening
around the world linked to
poeople who did simular things.
Aleins from Space had been taking these animals
said one sceintist.
He was found tied to a fence in a nearby city waken by strangers he told
a story of being telported and flying above the earth.
a huge chunck of gold
had been found in a very poor part of the city
and city leaders heard tale of aliens pointing sticks at mounds of dirt
and leaving the hot substance
there
only for people to find these large chuncks of gold
in the ghetto,
The claimers act of 2029 allowed these poor people to become super rich over night.
A story about a man flying without equipment
bending steel bars
they said he raced a locomotive
and stood in front of rolling boulders and stopped
them with his mere hands.
He took a steel building frame and used his eyes to heat it so he could walk through to retreive a lost kitten.
Preist and Preacher condemed him
while crowd gathered and jeered and whistled to him.
He used super speed to out pace lava, he
punched his way through granite so the lava
could flow under ground.
Jeolously reigned across the land and suddenly
men created machines and devices to challenge him!
Slow day
Yard play
On ground
Nuts found
Went great
Huge weight!
Nuts keep
Porch heap
Tree rats
See that
Pile boon
Steal soon
Cat shock
Low stock
Thief hints
Footprints
Thief flees
Oak tree
They saw
Break law
Rat sneered
Pals jeered
Glove thrown
For Home!
Made sling
Stretch string
Nut shot
Load hot!
Launch sling
Nuts zing!
Attack
Rats whack
Attack
Nuts lack
Rat pack
Nuts back
Big rush
Brain mush
Not think
This Stinks
Fend self
Hog wealth
Their greed
Plants seed
Show care
Nuts share
Bat, Gat
Learned that!
Reigning in cluster the edge of steep scarp,
the flock of mine sprawls so very proud.
I’m a meek loner in the midst of them all,
for each one is happy to be in the crowd.
As I’m secluded in a ditch of sequestration,
the kinship camaraderie they show with flair.
For my innate nature I’m often jeered,
since their line of subservience I don’t tow.
In their group I’m the strayed one,
my own person, I’m the odd one.
I’m branded as an aberrant madcap,
for in my candid way I’m like none of them.
Life for me isn’t shaped for fitting in,
it’s about standing outside the heap.
In my clan a black sheep I’ve been,
making the deviant otherness unique.
I saw him there, sun in his hair
Bloody crown upon his head
I felt each pound… each hammer sound
For I was nailed to the same wooden death bed
I knew at once this was God's son
That he was innocent of all wicked deeds
Compared to him I was deep in sin
A thief deserving of all they do to me
But Jesus the Christ, the world's sacrifice,
He said, “ I forgive you” and we'll meet in paradise!
He peered through tears as the crowd mocked and jeered and said Father please forgive them too…
For they know not what they do.
How could this be? Beside me hung a King…
The very God who made the trees we hang upon
His creation alive, oh how beautifully thrives
And just look at what we have done!
And where are the men who swore they were friends, disciples who followed wherever he'd go? Denying they knew that he was true and with the dawn came the crow.
But Jesus the Christ, the world's sacrifice,
He said, “ I forgive you” and we'll meet in paradise!
He peered through tears as the crowd mocked and jeered and said Father please forgive them too…
For they know not what they do.
And His love for us was shown
The greatest love ever known
By his blood we are free
Oh Father, please forgive me….
But Jesus the Christ, the world's sacrifice,
He said, “ I forgive you” and we'll meet in paradise!
He peered through tears as the crowd mocked and jeered and said Father please forgive them too…
For they know not what they do.
They know not what they do.
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with promotional privileges giving
by Nahuel Huapi and Angostura "Distain"
we present "The Most Celebrated Men in the Industry"
.....Bashaw Madcalf and his partner Iguaza !
We liked these men: but everyone here Booed them, they
favored Morning Glory and Midnight Sun
over Bashaw and Iguazu, I found it strange and these were
the good guy's the one's who were more than average and
very popular with the females, the sexy men who found it
easy just being easy. Not here, here they were bad guy's, booed because
they were handsome, jeered because the women loved them.
Someone
told me that Morning Glory was two cupcakes away from being 300 pounds,
and Midnight Sun was too tall to fit in the back of a midsized car, these guy's were huge !
In most places people booed them, not here they were the talk of the town and
were the favorites to win. People thought of there abilities to win and found it more suitable to root for the mass, instead of the bruin.
He picked up the cloak that had fallen from Elijah
and went back and stood on the bank of the Jordan.
2 Kings 2:13
A gang of youths jeered at Elisha,
Elijah’s protégé…
“Go on up, you baldhead! Go on up, you baldhead!”
(From 2 Kings 2:23-25)
BULLY OF BALDHEAD
how serious is it to mock the prophet?
before Elisha ventures forth
to Mount Carmel, he calls down a curse
two bears lumber out of the woods
hungry as all git out—
the crunch of youths
forty two wise…
the remaining ran away
by the skin of their scalps
would the bullies change their ways
or change directions—
find satisfying morsels
they tell their parents—
“What did you do son?”
their parents git them too
or does the fool pride
fall from the tree—
father to son
“The Father” looked down
Son nailed to cursèd tree—
all are invited
to leave their sin
at Jesus’ feet—
the cost of salvation
snarled skin, blood, tears,
death— hearts broken
until three days later
who was worried
after dayrise—
two angel bears atop the tomb’s rock
2/1/2022