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Bums are funny, I don't know why
giggling 'til I nearly cry-
Silly nicknames are so much fun
like tuchis, tail, rump or buns
Some are dainty, sweet or cutesy
like heinie, cheeks, and petootsie
Timid hinting at their meanings
“back-end”, “behind”... backward leanings
While some are spunky, full of sass
like keister, bum, or tush, (or ass)
Posterior and derriere
both spell it out with quite a flair!
But buttocks, butt, or plain “backside”
bare it all- with nothing to hide
Haunches, hindquarters, can or seat
the list goes on without repeat...
Rear-ends, bottoms, duffs, full moons
all leave me laughing like a loon!
The holders of custom and bearings
The teachers of manners and sayings
The steerers of the leanings and standings
The givers of surnames and blessings
The fabric that makes priests and kings
Are fathers in their fatherhood and fathering
You are both shield and guide
In whom sons and daughters confide
You are both scion and pride
Of the society you are placed to abide
You are both the breadth and stride
Of your kind’s spread; far and wide
Be today celebrated but ever honored
For all you have selflessly offered
Good and faithful service unwaivered
May your steps be Divinely ordered
And likewise armed and armoured
For whatever storm to be weathered
God be present in your sunshine and rain
God give you joy for your pain
May all your toils bring you gain
Scale hills as though traversing plains
And all in all firmly remain
Godly and righteous without stain
HAPPY FATHERS DAY.
K. Muitherero
I’m running for President
But this time I’ll win,
Without our dear Hilary,
That caused such a din!
You’ll see I’m the man
The one they need beat,
Whatever they serve
For breakfast I’ll eat.
I’m steeled for the task
My lungs fully primed,
To galvanize crowds,
Their passions to wind.
Remembering lessons
From last time around,
I’ll pummel my colleagues,
Right into the ground.
My passions undaunted,
No weapon too harsh,
They won’t know what hit them
As they spin out and crash.
Let not thoughts of age,
Nor leanings too left,
Fool you to think
I’m no longer that deft.
The other old man
That’s now in my sights,
May as well pick his grave,
As I read him last rites.
So just watch me work
As the contest unfolds,
For when I but sneeze
Others catch colds.
Like an older brother coming to my defense,
he said, "But what about you. What do you want?"
Those words were in response to what seemed to
him, very little concern about my desires regarding
the issue in question. He sensed that my interests
were not being attended to, not even by me.
When hearing his words, they did not change my leanings
toward sacrificing my preferences for those of another.
However, my spirit was enriched because someone portrayed
such interest and passion regarding a matter concerning me.
Mindfulness of my needs has been rare in the course of my life,
and I treasure such each time it happens. When one learns to live,
laugh, and love without regards to the direction of the wind flow,
he develops 'stick skin' and moves on to whatever comes next.
That is why when I heard those 'fitly spoken words', they indeed
were like 'apples of gold in pictures of silver'*. Mindfulness toward
others is a very lovely and powerful thing.
060621PSCtest, Mindfulness, Unseeking Seeker *Proverbs 25:11
—On Volition—
You declare you chose—
but answer this:
when did the choosing commence?
In that apparent instant
your hand inclined toward the cup,
or within the imperceptible sediment
of a thousand antecedent leanings
you never apprehended?
Something advanced—
not of you,
but through you—
a clandestine concord of forces
too refined to resist,
too intimate to perceive.
You arrived
at what had already been ordained.
Name it thought,
name it will,
name it the theatre of dominion—
yet every resolution
carries the residue
of an origin unobserved.
Even your doubt
is not sovereign—
it is but the reverberation
of a conclusion
unfolding itself within you.
And still,
you narrate—
“I decided.”
As though the river
sought counsel of the stone
before its turning.
As though the flame
petitioned leave
to ascend.
No—
you are not the author of the act,
but its articulation.
The motion precedes you.
The outcome recognises you.
And in that narrow interval between,
you confer upon yourself a title:
Choice.
Author’s Note:
I have been absent for some time, engaged in the quiet construction of a philosophical series titled The Unseen Dominion, exploring perception, control, and the unseen structures preceding what we call decision.
It is a quiet return, but a deliberate one.
Hollow man
Hollow man, an empty vessel,
lived life with vain abandon
Selfishness and carnal lust
were his constant companions
Happiness was sought, indulging
frantically in fleshly pleasures
Pain was his only reward instead
of priceless treasures.
Chasing worthless endeavors,
enticed by deluded aspirations
Followed the leanings of his foolish heart,
lead to altered expectations
He gulped down licentiously,
every drink that was in fashion
Spent his life in wantonness and
unbridled passions
He spiraled down, seduced into
debauchery's black hole
and wonders to himself, why there
is emptiness in his soul
He seared his innocent conscience,
rejected words heard so long ago
Truth remains even though despised,
you will reap what you sow
Now, he sits, disillusioned and alone,
staring into the cracked mirror
His bleary eyes beginning to see,
the truth ever clearer
Still, he ponders
if these consequences...
are part of destiny's plan...
it's hard to admit to himself,
his own bad choices...
created this...
hollow man.
April 10,2017
Impeach - The Constitution
By Franklin
12/05/2019
The Judiciary Committee has hearings to impeach.
The House is at it once again to extend its power reach
They brought in several experts, ones the Constitution teach
To tell us, We the People, why they're trying to impeach.
Why impeachment was included, when the Constitution signed
To tell us why they're being fair, the concept blows my mind.
Four experts were seated and were sworn to the truth.
Should have had them separate, each in a sound proof booth.
All had the best credentials, as presented at the start.
As the questioning progressed , leanings came out from the heart
Three quickly in agreement with committee leadership
They offered their opinions and were shooting from the hip
The fourth was there for eyewash for the others on the right
Three to one is not good odds, when coming to a fight
Committee member inquisitions, asked only questions to their own.
Both sides made it obvious. It made me piss and moan.
I watched for several hours, thought it mostly was a joke
I'm not a man of politics, I'm only common folk
I have my own opinions of what the Donald did
Has made some really stupid moves, been acting like a kid
He's not a politician, was not wanted there to play
There was talking of impeachment, before his swear-in day
There has been no hesitation in their efforts to impeach
Have even heard they have sequestered toilet paper in his reach.
No matter, he's the president, for all, he is our own.
The latest is impeachment for conversation on the phone
Be kind, for kindness is a soothing balm,
care for others, reach out and don't hold back
desire to sail life's seas in waters calm,
expect no thanks giving to those who lack.
Favour none you offer help above the rest,
give freely, wanting nothing in return
have no high self opinion in tow lest
it brings you down and thus hard lesson learned.
Joy comes from humble leanings, selflessness
kind words and deeds your gifts, priceless these be,
love give with heart and soul, and nothing less,
make no grand gestures- humility the key.
Need no approbation, take no applause,
or take delight in shallow flattery,
pursue your path, eyes fixed upon the cause
quietly, so only the good Lord sees.
For contest, 'Alphabet soup', sponsor Kim Merryman
5th September 2016
A letter to America
America we have been your friend
Forever now it seems
Through adversity and good times
Shared interwoven dreams
You had our back in darkest days
And likewise we’ve had yours
And though sometimes ill-advisedly
supported all your wars.
You are like an older cousin
To admire and revere
A land of truth and justice
But it’s all changing now we fear
We see your inner conflict
The hype, the lies, the spin
Upheaval of society
The rupture from within
The discontent of common folk
Of those that bear the load
The absence of all empathy
Life’s hope and dreams erode
The cynical power-hungry
That stir what lies confined
The discontent and prejudice
That simmer in the mind
Create a scapegoat stir the mob
Feed the fear and hate
Morality and ethics die
Amid the chaos they create.
Let’s blame the Jews or Muslims
The Hispanic or the Black
Chose any small minority
With no chance of fighting back
Make America Great Again
The catchcry fills the air
But somewhere in the cheering crowd
We lost what made it fair
This all bears a similarity
To another time and place
But let’s trust that this great nation
Would that pathway not retrace
Your friends the whole world over
With bated breath, afraid to ask
All hoping that your constitution
Is equal to the task
And may the storm that shakes you now
Give way to calmer skies—
Where ethics bloom and truth returns,
And hope no longer hides.
Our leanings shaped by family ties,
By hardship, pride, and pain—
The stories told around the fire
Still echo and remain
So whether you lean to left or right
Let conscience be your guide
Don’t be afraid to say your piece
It may just turn the tide
Holiday Dangers
by Odin Roark
‘Tis greater to give than receive,
Begging the question: “Of what?”
Stuff remains the easy answer,
Cloaked in its brightly colored paper and ribbons,
Urging “Oohs and Ahs” from receivers,
Few can resist .
But what of a kind gesture in place of goods,
The finding of compassion and sympathy for the truly less fortunate,
Exercising that ephemeral spark of humanity once primary,
But now rapidly becoming an endangered principal of our species.
Hope hangs on…
The aware heart knows,
Like much of nature,
Humanoids can’t last forever,
That gathering of a materialistic image,
Buttressing the seductive illusions of generosity,
Be they religious or secular,
Knows only an all-consuming downward spiral,
A self-destructive glitter that blinds
As it drills deeper into itself,
Disintegrating at the end
Into the loss of “caring”
Fate’s delivery to a wide-awake darkness.
How habitual these temporal leanings,
How belittling to what innate mankind once wished to be.