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This must be Hell
Myanmar a place far away
Where the men in charge
Executed the ex-Pm and
Several other ex-men
I read this and found it disturbing.
How easy it is to sign a death warrant,
Dispose of the rubbish,
Destroy families with the stroke of pen.
How cheap is life?
Yet no sleep is lost.
A sigh of relief
At such a low cost
A shallow grave
Without the formality
But a name that might
Gain immortality.
Wipe your enemies
From the face of the earth
Rape a few women
And watch them give birth
Wonderful world
Deadly smell
There must be a heaven
Because this must be Hell.
David Cox 26/07/22
Come on
Come on
At my newly opened store
Om shanti om .
Where I want to sell
Hill of nothings
That occupied almost all
Space of my beautiful mind.
Om shanti om
Tensions and anxieties
Hatred and partialities
All useless thoughts
That disturbs
My peace of mind
I just want to sell.
Om Shanti Om
Haunted sweet memories
With some quality times
Loyalties and honesties
That have no buyers
Some jealous and careless friends
At low cost and heavy discounts
are available at my store
Which I want to sell.
Om Shanti Om
Come on
Come on
My dear ladies and gentleman
At my store
Om Shanti Om .(God bless peace and love to whole world).
New Year's Resolution, 2017 (Light Humor)
For the longest time, it has been stated that we use only 10 percent of our brain.
Of course, the hold idea of brain usage is in dispute for a myriad of reasons.
So let us assume that it is not true that we use only 10 percent of our brain.
Let us also conclude with the idea that we utilize far less than is available to us.
Let us suppose that we use 30 percent and declare ourselves smarter than we think we are. With that in mind, I am throwing caution to the wind and saying,
“Look out world for my brain because in 2017, my resolution is to start running on all cylinders”. I hereby resolve to use the remaining 70 percent of my brain.
30 percent simply is not enough to make the necessary changes.
I hereby apologize for the portion of my brain that has been idle for years.
Just to think about so great a neglect is enough to bring me to tears.
Just imagine how such an achievement helps to free us of so much pain.
Who knows? Maybe I will be able to inspire a million others to do the same.
Just imagine all of the untapped potential just waiting and sitting there.
Just think for a minute and try wrapping your brain around that if you dare.
Perhaps we will learn how to build a beautiful new city at the bottom of the sea.
I can visualize a jumbo jet flight from the Eastern seaboard in New York City, sucking in enough solar energy to fly all the way to the City of San Francisco.
I tell you, with a fully utilized brain we could at very low cost make fresh drinking water from the salty sea. Unlike The Straw Man from The Wizard Oz,
I have a brain. Therefore, I shall resolve to use the other 70% of my brain. And who knows? Perhaps we can keep singing , “My Country, Tis of Thee”.
It is going to take more than brain power to save America and the world.
But fully using our God-given brains? How can it hurt?
12212016 PS Contest, New Years Resolution, Kim Rodrigues
(FYI:( There is no scientific evidence that we use only 10% of our brain. On the contrary, an article in Scientific America concludes by saying, Ultimately, it’s not that we use 10% of our brains, merely that we only understand about 10% of how it functions.)
Having lost my marbles,
I set out on a quest to find them;
And started my journey following the signs
To a place that they call Bedlam.
I stumbled upon some unpaired socks
Who, somehow in the laundry,
Their mates had been lost.
“Have you seen any marbles wandering about?”,
Above the crying sounds of socks, I tried to shout.
One lone sock of dark blue, with a hole in his heel,
said, “All the marbles round here, tend to roll down the hill.”
So I continued on down into the unconscious regions,
Past ideas and thoughts that were frozen or freez’n.
The deeper and deeper into the imagination I travelled,
All the things that I knew started to unwind and unravel.
“Halt! Who goes there?”, cried a three headed pig
“You must first give the password; it is ‘Jiggity-jig.’”
“But you just told me the password,” I said, amazed and confused.
“Well of course I did, Silly – it’s the word you must use.”
“But then everyone would know it and all would get in.”
“Well to keep anyone out would be such a sin.”
“Then why have a password?”, I asked quite logically,
“Because if you didn’t know the password, you couldn’t get past me!”
“But, of course,” I said, giving up the fight,
I wanted to regain those marbles before the end of the night.
So, with a “Jiggity-jig” and a “Have a good day”,
The three headed pig moved out of my way.
I did find some marbles, but they obviously weren’t mine,
These marbles were of one color and were terribly unkind.
“Have you seen any other marbles, wandering around here?
These would be of all different sizes and colors, even some that are clear.”
“Oh, those marbles!?”, the snobby pack said,
“We were hoping the human they belonged to was already dead.
If those marbles weren’t so different, perhaps they wouldn’t get lost;
We could become your marbles, at quite a reasonably low cost.”
“No thanks,” I said, “I’ve become fond of my own,
Perhaps they’ve returned, I think I’ll go on back home.”
So I started back on my return trip,
The stories of which, I think I will skip.
And when I woke up – with some unmatched socks in my bed,
I found all my marbles safely back in my head.
Bigwigs like to breakfast
With compadres of their ilk.
They like imbibing power
With their coffee, tea or milk.
The usual location
Where they meet and break their bread
Plans to close for renovations,
So what will they do instead?
A restaurant’s been chosen
As replacement for a while;
Because it’s on Park Avenue,
It has the proper style.
A certain politician, though,
When asked about it, boasted,
“I’ll try it, but they’d better know
I like my whole-wheat toasted.”
With all the problems in the world
Just falling at their feet,
How strange to think the big shots
Care so much ‘bout where they eat.
Perhaps our negativity
Towards them would be more minor
If they would meet for breakfast
At the low-cost local diner!
I’ve always been a foodie.
So many foods do I love,
but there’s got to be just one
I never get enough of.
It’s popular as a snack.
It can be salty or sweet.
Do you think you know by now?
Big hint: It’s a movie treat.
Popcorn, beloved popcorn -
what a wonder of a food.
To eat it when offered me
I’ll always be in the mood
To think those tiny kernels
turn into puffs big and white
simply by heating them up -
it’s a popping great delight.
This low-cost treat of my childhood
we’d eat while watching TV
turned me into an addict
as loony as I can be.
If popcorn I plan to have,
little I’ll eat through the day.
My calories I save for it.
I make it often this way:
In olive oil I cook it.
Then I add to it the salt.
My blood pressure stays good,
so salt makes a big assault!
It is pink Himalyana,
garlic, or lemon or sea.
Butter I try to avoid
though it tastes so good to me.
Sometimes I hot air pop it.
Then butter I can add on.
A giant bowl of it I eat
until it’s totally gone.
Munching on popcorn slowly
can take me two hours long.
No liquor do I need nor
use of a cannabis bong!
I’m no addict to something
that’s damaging to the brain.
If popcorn were denied me though,
I might go a bit insane!
Cheesy popcorn – not healthful -
I’ll have once in a blue moon.
Caramel or Italian style
with parmeson make me swoon.
At least once or twice a week
at my stove I’ll be popping
Native Americans’ gold.
My quirk I’ll not be dropping.
Bombs begetting bombs,
War mongers are safe and sound;
Others being bombed:
The bombing of others reaps
Bloody power over them
No matter who dies,
Nuclear war bombing pays off;
Bombs begetting bombs:
Millions spent creating bombs;
Trillions reaped from their bombings:-
War is a business,
Nuclear bombs produced and sold;
Low cost drones offered:-
War is for power;
So is capitalism:-
Just do the homework:
Democracy is one thing;
Power control, another:-
Watch the news on war today:
It’s about finance; not life:-
Why not target peace?!:
What peace reaps is beyond cost,
And invaluable:-
We all share in peace’s reaping;
Not just the power mongers:-
What Intended To Be Praise Of A Cold Shower...
(became something else (tau welled),
and tolled at this hour).
Though hermetically sealed within
this temperature
controlled quite bare
able (sixty degrees Fahrenheit,
the lowest possible central air
conditioned setting) insulated
one bedroom unit at clear
lee maintained Highland
Manor Apartments (where
vacant units frequently available
at this low cost facility, (deer
and the antelope play amidst
a wooded strip) fair,
lee enshroud above this
tranquil, serene, and hare
wren there, a quotidian
refulgent quite pastoral lair
ideal nooks and crannies
to read, which
non paid for plug 'ere)
won can seclude themselves
from the madding crowd gear
ring up to see return
of the native sob
bummer, day dreamer, flounderer
Matthew Scott Harris,
whose shut eye evoked,
a place he did revere
within the outer limits of the twilight
named Willoughby, while in
deep sleep he did mare
to his quasi
(caught in moat oh) mistress
sweet heart Lady Chatterley
(in an storybook parable
setting) analogous
to Sleepy Hollow where
a lookalike of
Rip Van Winkle
only added insult to injury,
when the "FAKE" headless
donned horseman got trumped
by a transexual, *****,
nudist, k9, homosexual,
eunuch corn, where
a cold shower shook
and didst scare
away every last
vestige I swear
so realistic disappointment arose,
when vision didst appear.
A new year is approaching fast,
this one will be over at last.
We crave to socialize, that's plain,
and yet we shouldn't be too smug,
covid is still a superbug.
This virus continues to drain
our resources with tasking trials,
for older folks and juveniles.
Yet, wearing masks is not in vain,
they're both effective and low-cost,
used once, then conveniently tossed,
although often worn with disdain.
A new year is approaching fast,
think today, don't dwell on the past.
Soon loved ones will gather again,
and we'll finally get that hug
that's far better than any drug.
And breaking free of covid's chain,
we'll unmask the beauty of smiles
and resume our lifestyles.
Go out to dine or board a plane,
reclaim those precious moments lost.
Celebrate life, despite the cost,
and put aside our tears and pain.
Let's be hopeful and less downcast
it's time for fireworks and champagne,
the human spirit's unsurpassed.
(Hutinashro)
12/15/2021
I remember exactly the day we met
The most beautiful day of my life
I will never forget
Yet there is a question that still puzzles me
How can I go on living happily?
Not afraid of today but the day you left
As I watched you walk away, my heart melted as I wept
My chest ached as I lay in my empty bed
I must’ve cried so many times, the blood vessels burst in my head
My knees were so weak, and I couldn’t walk
My mouth was so dry, I couldn’t talk
My eyes burned like charcoal until the sockets dried
I was hurting deeply inside, I could’ve died
For love is so beautiful, with its blessed charms
How quickly it entrapped me, with its embracing arms
How sadly it turned deadly, until one person was harmed
I will never know why we were torn apart in my mind as well as my heart
However, at some point you cast me aside
The overflow of my emotions made me run and hide
I invested my time at a low-cost interest
I was shunned by someone so very selfish
Puppeteering my heart’s strings is what made you elfish
I promised you my love, then you deceived me
I wore my heart on my sleeve, and you still didn’t believe me
My love is so simple and pure I look to you for validation,
but I’m not received any more
All these months have been in vain
How can you smile while I go insane?
How can you give of yourself so freely and I still abstain?
How I want to express my anger, but I must refrain
I know in time I will love again
In a perfect world we could all be friends
I will cry no more and this is where the story ends