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A life four score and five short years
Of tender hearts and happy tears
Memories of yesteryear he's crafted into song
Each album paved , a stepping stone
The craftsmanship shaped a happy home
The Wordsmiths scribed a worthy tome, the faithfulnsingbalonf
A Texas sta, a fuiding light
For those of us who shine less bright
Golden Glovesstill raised in fight, defend the underdog
Magdalas lights a distant shore
Will call in vain forever more
The sea calls sailors to endure the coldly blinding fog
Though freedoms out there, there's a fee
For freedoms never ever free
A marriage, pride, a family, a life cut to the bone
An outlaw heart, a faith sublime
A hundred years born outta time
Four riders, outlaws, highwaymen no longer ride alone
In a world devoid of sanity
At the risk of vile profanity
The echoes of humanity, resound in every cry
Like Lewis and Clarke you blazed a trail
For every mile fought tooth and nail
Your quest, your prize, your Holy grail, your Cowboys lullaby
Through leaner years a hungry heart
Each written line's a work of art
Your Devils now, made to depart, no longer do you wrong
To dream a dream,then see it through
Marks the man we see in you
No epitaph of black & blue, you're right where you belong
At this time, I would like to thank
Chairman Xi and Chairman Fauci
For injecting that golden virus into my life.
I get plenty of overtime, although some of my coworkers have died.
I'm not much of a people person, so the social distancing isn't a problem.
I actually prefer 6 miles between myself and the nearest person.
I'm pretty plain, so the mask has been a significant gain.
I'm enjoying the wide-open roads and spaces.
I don't do the shopping, so I don't have to battle
the gas-gulping gangs nor the toilet paper mafia.
Truth is I'm flourishing although many are rattled.
When this gain-of-function charade comes to an end.
America and the rest of the FREE world
will come out stronger than ever-
The power players and billionaires-
will be overexposed and hopefully disposed of.
The gene pool is going to run a little leaner and cleaner.
As they say, only the strong are deemed worthy to survive.
P.S. Thank you, Xi, for your viral dream for mankind.
Now, if you would let your people vote, you might win the Nobel Peace Prize.
The first of every January starts another unspoiled year
Just when I was feeling merry … righteous conscience interferes
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Racked by guilt of season’s folly, flush with sated appetite
Lulled by scent of pine and holly, culpable and self-contrite
Seeking for surcease of excess, craving of some penitence
Aching for some form of redress for my lack of common sense
Drawn to make obtuse commitment to a cause beyond my reach
Doomed to yearly disappointment … Fail to practice what I preach
Still, I think to change demeanor so I swear recurrent vow
Straighter, Taller! Faster, Leaner! I can do it ALL! (somehow)
Yet I lounge in comfy armchair, sweet (the siren’s call) beguiles
Apple pie and chocolate éclair, want and regret reconcile
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So? I’ve passed another milestone! So? My waist’s a new frontier!
Resolutions are just – postponed, I can always change
… next year!
December 3, 2018 Submitted for EARLY DECEMBER 2018,ANY FORM,ANY THEME,UP TO A MAX OF 20 lines Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Me ol mucker Rodney is getting some pukka succour...tipple & tucker in Vienna.."prost" mate
Austrian foodie fold can’t break the mould caught in a fraught brasher sort of sport
Fought as thought who bought flasher Sacher torte that gets gold does hold court
Overwrought at seriously stodgy onslaught podgy tort sausages deliriously cavort
Or wish to toast an old dish flattered mattered most plattered crumbed & battered
Viennese tease keener gnashers sold on a leaner schnitzel wiener winning wheeze
Grinning will be a breeze hazy days on skis back slaps lazy naps and dodgy knees
Pleas beer on taps dread steer clear fear sinning head spinning schnapps traps.. please
It’s great to be a member of the global elite,
The bean poles in my garden are standing proud and neat.
Organic veg is thriving thanks to ample bags of peat.
I never hear a siren roaming down my street.
I’m fairly relaxed when an airline goes under.
Got a business proposition? Let me find you a funder.
“When will I fix their boilers?” my tenants do wonder.
I’ll soon find a scapegoat, if I should make a blunder.
A product of a public school, the pride of Shrewsbury,
Forcibly convinced that you would rather be me.
The reality is I’m at the top of the tree
So every branch manager is looking up to me!
My diary is dependent on the diligent Katrina,
She runs the show like clockwork, you’ll find nobody keener.
She cuts through all the jargon so the minutes are much leaner
And can text me at the golf club or on my yacht in the marina.
I’m awfully busy, cannot give you an appointment.
Upbeat copywriters - you can find a place in my tent.
Relatively shielded from the risks of disappointment,
You’ll never find a fly in my ointment!
If the radiators splutter, I call my handyman,
If my money’s on a racehorse, then I hope it runs to plan,
On the promenade at Paignton I’m a suave and sandy man,
To a certain travel agent, I’m her “neat and dandy man.”
My doctor comes a-running if I ever get a cough.
Your trusted friends will recognise when you’re a toff.
I flutter like a butterfly high above your moth
So the sprinklers on my lawn are rarely turned off.
Sundays see me mulling over crossword clues
While my weekend valet cleans my outdoor shoes,
Got to keep my name out of the news.
Remember buddy: heads I win and tails you lose.
Now most of my investments are quite discreet,
There’s a chalet in Antigua and a villa in Crete.
Want some carrot cake while you’re thinking on your feet?
Then you’d better not quibble with the global elite.
This poem first appeared in the P.U.W. Anthology "In the Name of Democracy - Poetic Voices" on 22nd May 2021.
HELLO SO CALLED FREE WORLD.!! Canada is a
Crown country...So is Australia..For the time being!
Melbourne was put under house arrest for twelve
Months..! For no crime whatsoever..Think on this!
Where is the fair governance?? Is there a valid one?
In Britain the originator of colonial law, Caroline
Farrow is under survaillance for speaking her thought
Jordan Peterson is being shoehorned into a programme
Of so called ( re education ) these people don't know
One another I presume.? What are we witnessing in
The case of the large sized lady shown in sports illustrated
What are we suposed to gather ? Its a sports publication
Are they a beauty magazine? Well I suppose in academic
Summation yes.' As you need a slim and resiliant body
To compete athletically..Yes?? So sports oriented peiople
Would intuitivally think a more leaner body more attractive
To compete, that then affects perception overall, whether
I or whoever sees the wider senario of beauty is not relative
In this context.! Which brings us too, why this cover page
In a sports oriented publication? Or was it just an entrappment ploy.? In both cases what is going on.?
Let’s go on the mother load road trip across continents skip
Even the hip can’t snip or pip the lip fillip of each sip or dip
A sybaritic not a critic’s tour to explore why more is more
Streets of beats galore & locavore treats an epicurean drip
In the Argentine bravado larder of course the empanada
From their mercado source with fine wine could try harder
Top of the poll Asado's charcoal soul to the song of cicada
Austrian fold in the past caught for foodies some sort of sport
They’ve fought over which Sacher torte does bewitch hold court
Or flattered the dish that mattered plattered crumbed & battered
Viennese wheeze a subpoena tease for a leaner schnitzel wiener
Lazing ease & grazing please on amazing spice isles in pyjamas
Laid back smiles made crack conch rice & peas in the Bahamas
Don’t give a damn about Claude Van Dam give me real mussels
Garlic specked not muscle flecked fraud whenever in Brussels
Snaffle waffles abroad should be crisp gooey as Belgians know
Elite frites oh and their stonker bonkers Wonka flair cocoa show
Brazil’s fill me to the gills thrill is still & always will be Feijoada
Even those in a posh off roader chose this nosh meat's Pagoda
Top of the steeple of food of the people a homegrown Skoda
Adore for any course a tour de Force encore honed toned Yoda
Canadian hardy foie gras machine a mardi gras that’s Arcadian
In the stirrup chirrup quaffing absurd maple syrup is Palladian
Nerds with their curds scoffing mean poutine almost Circadian
For rookies ducks pluck shells shuck bones suck cookies for luck
Opiner cuisine not in history stuck a mean memory mystery miner
Hymn of whim cough overcome by swim in broth Szechuan numb
Yummy unctuous darlings scrumptious diddly umptious dim sum
Ho hum no scrum finer all day diner always did come from China
She looked like heaven
when I seen her
and from her back side
she looked leaner
than any girl thats
come to dance in here
with those jeans
so very tight
and her hair
bleached platinum white
It was all I could do
not to stare
It hung down
around her shoulders
as I dreamt of
massive boulders
that poor little silk shirt
had to bare
I took another shot
as I cashed in my lots
and went to invite her
for a beer
when she slowly
turned around
I nearly got knocked down
when I saw Her mustache
and Her beard
that's when I looked around
and the funny thing I found
everybody looked at me
like I was weird
This actually happened. Years ago, I went to a night club that I hadn't been to in a year or so, not realizing it had become a gay bar----whoops
Amorous is the tingling touch they feel
Blooming kisses as flaming as red bells
Convey passion in their glowing eyes
Directing fantasy-filled thoughts outside
Enamored by the heavy snowfall on the elms
Farther they vanish into the hushed hills of night
Gorgeous and calm is the scenery of pure white
Dashing sleights plunge downhill as screams rise
Ensuing the feeling of glee in the northern sphere
Gorging on almond cookies is heavenly delight
Hot chestnuts steaming on logs are tempting
Increasing their aroma in rooms and nostrils
Jugs with hot chocolate take away all shivers
Kettle whistles for grandma's black tea
Leaner than anyone she'll be a centenarian
Mother prepares a lavish tray of appetizers
Neapolitan superb cuisine in every delicious bite
Overjoyed by the compliments she has received
Pours Asti Spumante* in thin and tall glasses
Quetzal in cage watches and chirps for some
Raging is the fluttering of wings being ignored
Sinking in somber mood he becomes somnolent
Time for a caffe macchiato with Panettone*
Ultimatum for those dozing off on the sofa
Vibrant is the response invigorating their thrill
While outside lampposts give off their gleam
Xenophobe of a massive storm seems insidious
Year is ending in a festive house that loves Christmas
Zealous faces look up and ask Jesus for His blessing
* Asti Spumante is an Italian white sparkling wine.
* Panettone is an Italian sweet bread
with candied fruit and raisins.
Entered in Shadow Hamilton's contest,
" Christmas Abecedarian "
Written on 12/ 30/ 2015
I hear them say, no toilet paper today. Maybe tomorrow or maybe next week, wiping my butt now looks bleak. Let's grab for the cleaner, I'm going to wind up leaner. Where is the love, it's in the doctors glove. We are now one, whether we are old or young. You ask what matters most, that's up to you so let's toast.
Date Written: 3/26/2020