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As the Miami Beach sun was hot,
you said that I was lying in your spot.
You got my attention from that very first look.
Just one short glance was all it took.
You have many good things my wife hasn’t got.
I have determined Layla really doesn’t have a lot.
What a hasty and impetuous move I would make.
I realize now that marriage was a mistake.
In your trap you have ensnared me.
What a complete young woman I see!
Somehow, someway, I should get myself free.
I must break these bonds of matrimony.
How did I ever get stuck in a situation like this?
With you, I can have a lifetime of marital bliss.
I intend to follow you out to Minneapolis.
I will take this opportunity and seal it with a kiss.
Based on the 1972 film “The Heartbreak Kid”
Written By: D. Collins 1/16/26
I question those who think that it is perfectly fine.
To support a man who ducked and dodged 5 times.
Now Canada and China are teaming up in the west.
Like Greenland, Canada may feel that it could be next.
Slapping tariffs on countries who object to the overthrow.
The rest of the world now sees just how low he can go.
Putting soldiers on the streets in Minneapolis?
Yet, praising the perpetrators of January 6th.
His foot is on the gas heading straight to the abyss.
The direction we are headed is so incredibly ludacris.
Why would Iranians even think he even cares about them?
Lest, they have forgotten how he truly feels about Muslims.
Look around and watch people stroll by,
our physical differences are quite evident:
tall, short, fat, skinny, happy, unhappy,
miserable, friendly, insensite and naughty...
isn't the image of the Human Race imperfect,
should we blame it on the lack of human contact?
I pass them by and notice how swift is their pace,
is it because they wear face masks and are afraid?
This could be true, the pandemic has drastically changed
us in ways so intisocial and sarcastic never seen before!
Even President Trump has caught the horrible virus
for not wearing a face mask...why are some still skeptical?
My workplace is a zone of condoners, very few obey the rules;
we have been warned of the consequences, don't be a fool!
Isn'y ours a defying society where greedy and disrespectful
folks care less and go around maskless infecting others?
Now, politics are the focus of the presidential elections,
both Democrats and Republicans fight fiercily to obtain their goal.
The only thing that bothers and worries me is the violent riots
we recently have witnessed in Minneapolis, New York and elsewhere;
is social justice done by defunding the police and destroying property?
Civilized people shouldn't be violent if they care about changes in society.
Our Town
Our town, where are you now, our streets are now empty of kids playing and playing hopscotch. Where is the good times we used to know?
Minneapolis used to be nice, who took it away?
Our town, all I see are ghosts..
No words, just empty stares, the sidewalks are empty of children’s laughter..
St. Paul once was so lively, now so diselent, only the cobblestone streets and empty Rice Park, the sound of trees limbs blowing lightly in the wind..
Our town needs our help, to open up our ears and talk to one another, walk up to someone and ask their name, you never know what you’ll get in return, a handshake, a smile, grab a cup of coffee, stay for awhile..
Our town is worth saving, stick around for awhile..
Where are my old white corsets
Right next to your candy cigarettes
Hey! We didn't get today's edition of 'Grit'
It's canceled. They use bad words now like 'Guck' and 'Spit'
Oh, and I can't seem to find my orange Pez dispenser
I threw it out. They've proved that Pez causes cancer
By the way, have you seen the Sunday funnies
They're a no-go, ever since they canceled 'Pogo'
You know I've got two tickets for the Brooklyn Dodgers
Ha, ha, ha! Even Sandy Koufax is just an old codger
Then I'm going cruising in my new Studebaker
--with that benchwarmer from the Minneapolis Lakers?
Before I forget, don't throw away my bottle of royal blue ink
Ball point pens been around since '38, sister, even in pink
So you shan't think me old-fashioned, I just bought a brand-new TV!
-Yeah, a nine-inch black-and-white with vacuum tubes that smile at me
But I paid for it with five million Wheaties box tops!
That's crazy... I think I'll start collecting used lemon drops...
Written By: D. Collins 11/9/21
In my mind I have this picture of Ahmaud Arbery.
Being tarred, feathered, then hung from a tree.
Hunted like a runaway slave with dogs in pursuit.
Five-O treated the scene like "Good 'Ole Boys" do.
The truck was the horses, and guns were the whips.
Chased down and slain, became this Bruthaz end.
His killing strikes up some old time memories.
And, remind me of how I made it through the Ancestry.
Some had to be tarred and feathered, which still exists.
Just in a different location, such as Minneapolis.
Black women sacrificed based on the 3-strike rule.
Get the the next generation, the objective is proved.
Arbery got treated like teachings of Willie Lynch.
In the public of slaves, stretch a man in different directions.
Lynch taught all his disciples, it would last 400 years.
Passed down through generations to the Great-Grankids.
At 10,000 feet we rose through soft, voluminous canyons---
Dark billows whose slow swell was undisturbed by our passage.
At 20,000 feet, the first few glimpses---
Three short days, and the promise of Her full beauty is fulfilled,
And yet She is shy---
Below, patches of dull silver offer glances, graces---
A lake, a river, a pond, a stream---
Slyly She slides, slips from one silken scarf to the next---
She teases with hints---
Then, for three breathless seconds,
She swims boldly before me,
Her bright beauty bared---
All this time, with feet planted on Earth,
I have watched Her rule the heavens
And longed to embrace Her---
And now that I approach Her home,
I find Her down there, where I was---
Still laughing gently---
Still delicate, my deliciously desirable Diana---
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I asked my Dad what he did, on his long drive to California,
as a kid. He tells me he read Burma-Shave Signs. Listening
to his recollection, leaning in - I had never heard this before.
He tells me they read like poetry. Six in a row, 100 feet apart,
at 35 miles per hour, the kids and adults, too, had 3 seconds
to read each one. The signs were red with white lettering.
Each poem would end with a punch line, like a limerick.
In 1925, journey for travelers was lightened up on Hwy 65
from Minneapolis to Albert Lee, whilst shaving cream was sold.
I can just see those eyes attentive, the smiles as they looked
and read out loud. From across time, I see my grandparents
in front, the homemade trailer, behind, and three preteens,
a toddler and baby, lumbering along in laid back days.
In my childhood, we read the signs that lead to the border,
between the Carolinas; we’d arrive at South of the Border.
are we there yet;
no need
for a screen
when a sign will do.
What happens when you defund the police?
Will you have law and order, civility and peace?
How safe will your family actually be?
Who will protect our way of life for you and me?
As a society just how will we grow?
Please tell me, I’d really like to know.
Shall we take the law into our own hands?
I’m at a loss and I don’t understand.
Minneapolis is simply the first.
The animals now feed and quench their thirst.
You’ve made your bed, now cozy in.
Your new normal will soon begin.
Just give them your car and wallet as well.
What will be next, it’s hard to tell.
Maybe your house or your first born.
Without law and order reality gets torn.
He gasped for breath under the brutal feet.... George Floyd, the black man at Minneapolis, a hapless victim of color prejudice. One more in the list... maligned for centuries, casting dark shadows in the dim light of apartheid, assault and abomination !
Our world is now fractioned and fragmented into a million pieces, unable to be welded, pulverizing the rock of ‘Fraternity’…the holy symbol of the divine design- a common thread connecting one and all. ….the black and the white, the Occident and the Orient.
Alas! Humanity stays at daggers drawn, intimidating and pouncing on one another. Language is split into an incomprehensible prattle and blather of the Babel tower. In a world of symmetrical proportions, differences have multiplied in astronomical dimensions. Many are forged in the crucibles of difference in a nasty cult of exclusion and repression. Many have been trapped, bullied and abused, living in constant hurt and insult,feeling inept and incompetent with life turning into a nightmare, to live and live through
Color of the skin may differ, appearance and looks may vary....yet each one of us is uniquely magnificent! As different colors in a palette in an artist’s hand well blended would create a rainbow resplendent, a heaven could be created through unity!
Aren’t we, the beautiful handiwork of God? Why discriminate man from man?
Release the shackles of the oppressed… lift the shroud of their harrowing despair to ablaze hope and to envision a brighter future
Mighty sun, shed light
Dispel darkness from our path
Bring in a new dawn!
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