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This "plague" isn't going away anytime soon.
We're openly told this is our new normal.
To bend over and over without any lube.
There's much to be gained by prolonging the pain.
From the made-in-China masks you're wearing.
From the made-in-China parts that go into COVID test kits.
The reds dream of pulling hearts from freedom's chest.
Barbed things are being thrust into our bloodstreams.
One vaccine, concocted from cells of two aborted babies from the seventies...
A boy and a girl, given letters and numbers instead of names.
Just like Jews that were stuffed into Auschwitz cattle trains.
This plague isn't going away anytime soon.
For it's a bonanza for big pharma and conglomerates.
At the deadly expense of the working-class stiff.
While they tell us not to gather in numbers.
The privileged party in Martha's Vineyard.
They released hordes of convicts onto the streets.
To protect THEM from a bug and not us.
They inoculated nursing homes with covid patience
While a mercy ship sat empty in Big Apple Harbor.
Fully equipped with a thousand empty beds...
This Plague isn't going away anytime soon.
There once was a fine buxom lass
who wrote poetry with real class
and though she was sly
real foxxy and why
that fair buxom lass was a gas!
Yes PD was not a late bloomer
her pages were full of rare rumor
she told bushy tales
of boys who ate snails
and ran from the po-po’s cruiser.
Well, foxxy ole PD’s so tart
she raised that low bar from the start
bringin’ on game
no man could tame
Unless, he’s N. Bone-a-part?
So, Linda we beg you to stay
do not leave us alone come to play
streak your hair red
get up from that bed
you know we all love your foreplay!
Tap that type, blow that screen, shred that page
yes, Miss Foxxy the world is your stage
I’m truly amazed
at your subtler ways
Your mischievous heart's all the rage!
What more can I say, I not her proxy
cause all of you know I'm not that foxxy
I’ll have to give in
end up with a grin
and beware of all the kits with her Moxie!
*6 Foxxy Limericks
Vladimir Putin itching
to loose nuclear bomb
end of the world scenario ofttimes
iterated throughout history
though an atheist (actually Unitarian),
no doubt this, that or another psalm
countless times the Bible
references Armageddon and doomsday
impossible mission to remain
cool, collected and calm.
Whether affiliated with donkey or elephant
Democrat or Republican viz
blue war red respectively
political hot issues don't amount
to a (Sam) hill of beans
when Sword of Damocles count
approaches zero hour
as global tensions mount
signaling increased chance
trigger finger will free
avast nuclear winter
(across world wide web) re:
leasing plethora, pyrocumulus
mushroom clouds tree
mend us planetary explosions
annihilating webbed wide
world, an irrevocable
indeed earthlinked debacle
spelling widespread species
multitudinous extinction
ex post de facto after super
bowling powers (wannabe) vied
to wrest empowerment spanning
entire realm sans third rock
from the father, sun and holy ghost,
who turned substantial pock
kits of flora and fauna
once populating oblate spheroid ad hoc
significant swaths of life forms
pulverized and/or turned to ash
transformed into radioactive wasteland
after war mongers brash
lee usurped hegemony
(ruling inhabitants
of Gaia with an iron fist
with a smidgen of flavoring
courtesy of Missus Dash
superfluous taste enhancer,
when sibling burnt offering views
between Venus and Mars incendiary
tolled mourning news
smithereens sole remnant
poisoned every square inch
from weapon of mass destruction
that did cruise
engendering thick noxious fog
disabling fox but not cockroach
while smoldering seas and continents
skull and crossbones didst poach
amidst the gasified, liquified, pureed
where holographic ghoulish super bowl coach
rendering lifelessness home for menagerie
where virtue trounced vice as organisms
(particularly one primate) didst try
(predominant 21st century simians)
tool heave with amity, comity, and empathy
animals and plants an experiment
that went awry
presaging a nuclear winter with nary a winner
implicating mankind as the absolute sinner
instantaneously after Doomsday Clock
signaled point of no return
where grim reaper the sole grinner.
I REMEMBER (1)
Candles & nightlights
flickering bright
blackout curtains
shutting out light
Dripping setting
from Sunday's roast
spread thick
on Monday's toast
Paper chains
cut and glued
beer in glass
bottles brewed
Christmas puddings
with threepenny bits
Meccano kits
made to fit
Sunday school outings
upto Coombe hill
my first ever train ride
so quite a thrill
Summer walks
to the Bugle Horn
crisps & lemonade
upon their lawn
A weekly soak
..in a round tin bath
towelling off
by a fire in the hearth
I REMEMBER (2)
afterschool
on a
tuesday
my treat
awaiting on gran's
baking tray
a spicy aroma
filled
the air
t'was
freshly baked-
my
weekly share
bread pudding
piping hot
drizzled with honey
moreish&
yummy
a moist mouth
watering
confection
in
a
sultana delectation
I REMEMBER (3)
my clerking
ever on the go
the junior
lowest
of the low
the office
with partners just two
pens pencils
nearly-new
daily drudgery
reality soon shone thru'
the 'old man ' yelling
'ere lad
chop chop
get me baccy
from t'corner shop
tea-break brews'
in a stew
bellows of hurry-hurry
from the back-office crew
another task
to get done
this time
for the partner's son
no time to stop &chat
he'd forgotten the fish
for his wife's cat
the switchboard clicked
the doorbell chimed
&
skills to learn
juggle & prioritise
whew!
nearly half five
& knock-off time
just one task
still to do
fetch the 'boss's
evening news
was this really
the career to choose?
Forests at nightfall are scary to see;
not just dark forms- but loud sounds flowing free.
Far from at home, with cute puppy's bow-wow;
or from your kitten's sweet, gentle meow.
Skunks and opossums resound with a screech;
harsh sounds for us- but for them, secret speech.
Night owls all hoot, while young fox kits will yelp;
grasshoppers chirp as plump frogs croak to help.
Nightfall brings on the long nocturnal hunt;
bobcats join in with their loud hungry grunt.
Wolves and coyotes- as foxes all howl;
big bears roam free with a loud husky growl.
Not just dark forms- but loud sounds flowing free;
forests at nightfall are scary to see!
Best viewed on film- for you never will flip
creatures that find you before you can zip!
The lessons in nature
prove to be far wiser
than the intelligence of man.
Observing three kit squirrels
now, almost the size of the parents,
time has come for them to be on their own.
They nested early
as it was a March early spring
and now the nest deteriorates.
The parents,
perhaps ready and eager
for producing a second brood.
Stepping away from the nesting area
taking one kit at a time,
enticing and encouraging as it eagerly follows,
The kits are reluctant and unsteady,
stepping down the tree,
slipping on the pointed tips of the stocade fence.
Each time, the parent watches, waits,
returns and chides the kit
but still, it hangs back and hesitates.
Then with patience still,
the parent returns
with just a light nip on the rump
and they are gladly on their way.
past knoxville and idaho city there are a pair of adorable nitwits.
townspeople refer to them as kooky oddballs, a couple of twits.
their name is easy to learn. she is backward ditz; he is fritz.
brown eyes are lop-sided, their glances can be the pits.
watch out! cautions their neighbor, they will bore you to bits.
they showed up one day unexpectedly during a neighboring blitz.
I heard they were parisians, but another told me they are brits.
fritz can do a weird almost-hand-stand, and ditz does the splits.
twits do not put on airs; neither abides by the ritz or any glitz.
they eat bland foods like porridge, oatmeal, and plain grits.
calico cats come to them all the time, presenting them with kits.
their fighting is so common, their eyes are swollen to slits.
fritz likes to knit, so their house is full of junk that he knits.
afghans, scarves, hats, potholders, and unusable oven mitts.
ditz does not wash her hair, so it is full of lice, bugs and nits.
also have zits, and they have performed some really weird skits.
noisy toys and building bricks
girls and boys in football kits
playground fights homework books
summer nights disprooving looks
growing pains and butterflies
test and gains that qualify
leaving school hunting work
breaking rules going berserk
frequenting pubs getting drunk
discover love and have a bunk
find a spouse and settle down
buy a house outside of town
have some kids start to fight
hit the skids stay out all night
get divorced loose your job
feel remorse become a snob
find yourself loose the weight
discover wealth start to date
love again this time for real
hide the pain but start to feel
watch your kids have there own
building bricks and a noisy zone
grow too old and then retire
feel the cold and loose the fire
close your eyes then drift away
as life dies the memories play
of all the joys the one that sticks
is noisy toys and building bricks
Harpoon Loouey - Pseudonym Pen Bukowski
although just a pint size Notre Dame
hunched quarter back
with rock solid state frame
Pen (short for pennilessness),
a generic cents less game
some dime a dozen
day late dollar short left lame
leg quarter back
reminisced to the regular name
mass a chew sitz
bay thing ghosts of shame
full gory days his
unbridled victories on the grid
iron, what he lacked in stature,
he more than hid
as stealth weapon
compensated as air tight lid,
when getting hold of pigskin
grasped for dear life
after he instantaneously
morphed into octopus squid
as his tentacled suction-cupped fingers
dug into the thick
leather as if going
on whale'n expedition
after he did slick
his harpoon, this smirking,
eponymous, notorious,
and villainous sea sunned
marine monster (he proudly and quick
lee happily posed atop cetaceous creature
moments prior to prick
king the infamous Moby Dick,
which briny deep exploits landed him a gig
as one super (albeit pint sized) athlete,
plus adept at performing an Irish jig,
whence (by George) his polymath
"Twinkle Toes" Shaw man ship agility
spread be yon male pig
former and latter noms de plumes
hash-tagged, and etched
on his tombstone after 'til rig
or tenon mortise peri wig
gulled last living breath of salty air
after exhausting simony lick kits bare
meanwhile, forever refining
blubbering profane words crystal clear
aware that his demise could occur,
perhaps during exploit far out to sea
with salty water everywhere,
thus this thick raunchivist
We settled into Baltimore after rejecting several locations after the dreaded shoot out thus move seemed right although two Suburban trucks tailed us from the airport the driver was excellent at distracting our surroundings I wasn't afraid this time I was more drained the children were pent up fidgeting everyone needed to pee I notice a small diner ahead with a broken ice cream cone as a sign the children screamed oh please please the driver nodded no way I will never forget the disappointment on their faces we have to keep moving I closed my eyes for just a second when the tire blew the driver yelled damn we are so close his phone rang instructing him to keep driving he did exactly that drove on the hubcap all the way to this undisclosed location finally we all piled out of the vehicle and poured into our new safe house secluded dreadful wood sound proof no flowers no bird feeders I felt bland sterile knowing this is our new norm until the hitmen locates us again until the assassin's are released reloading assault rifles no curtains only metal blinds all around this place a quiet quaint bomb shelter with six bunk beds an indoor play ground toys puzzles pot holder kits to past my time food diapers delivered every Monday the instructor announced if you need extra female things leave the box out we'll get them do not write notes of any kind not even drawings no coloring books or crayons log cabin blocks were stacked no out let's no electronics books were selected randomly new ones will be brought in every Thursday so if it's something special you need we'll work through it remember dear your killers are still out there they are very violent very corrupt nothing and no one can be trusted at this point you are now a government spy a data breach severe identity fraud against you so valid very dangerous keeping you safe is top
priority my prayers are certainly with you and we are doing
everything in our power to protect you make yourself at
home here God bless you I responded with God bless you
also and God bless the United States of America