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The Bull (El Toro) of Wall Street
With nostrils flaring and snorting hot air,
El Toro charges into the stock market,
Where capitalist investors
Feud with socialist harbingers
Who take money from wealth creators
To distribute to others for political power.
El Toro barrels down, “With grit in my eyes,
I follow my nose.
Move!
By the prick of my horns
And to the beat of my hooves on the pavement,
Move.”
Optimistically, the bull advances,
Undaunted by tangents and challenges.
Build of prime with nerves of steel,
Wisely headstrong, it tackles its opponents
And sends the market skyrocketing,
And predictably, people rush in for profit.
Di Modica thought well when he threw the bull down
(Made of bronze!) on Wall Street in front of the NYSE
Out of gratitude and respect for helping him,
A penniless immigrant from Italy,
Who saw “Black Monday” as an opportunity
For the headstrong to survive the calamity.
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Note:
Arturo Di Modica (1941–2021) arrived in the U.S.A. as a penniless immigrant from Italy in 1970. He felt indebted to America for his financial success, and to show his appreciation, he sculpted the “Charging Bull” bronze statue and dropped it off illegally in front of the New York Stock Exchange (NYSE) on Wall Street in New York City, New York.
Di Modica was inspired by the market crash on October 19, 1987, known as “Black Monday.” Arturo Di Modica believed that the free market would pull America through troubled times.
Some chances, come once in a lifetime
It is important to seize the day
If you don't you'll be filled with regret
As you watch goodfortune go away
Yes it's true, hindsights twenty twenty
If only you had taken that chance
When it comes to luck you make your own
Stop waiting, just take part in the dance
If you don't strike while the iron's hot
You won't be able to change its shape
Superman, couldn't rescue the girl
If he was afraid to put on his cape
Taking chances is not so easy
It often requires nerves of steel
When in the end you receive your prize
You will be glad that you spun the wheel
Then you can say remember that time
I am so glad that I seized that day
Who would have thought, life could be so good
I am so glad it turned out this way
Seize the Day Free verse
Will your lifetime pass
Along with your chances
Days lost not seized
Abandoned to the sands of time
Left to sit in a pool of regret
Don't look back with twenty twenty vision
To the time you were so blind
Don't let good fortune be a fleeting guest
She wants to sit at your table
She says come to me
Dance with me
Seize the day
Pour her a glass of wine
Seduce her
Take her in your arms
Lay her on your bed
Make her want to stay
Lesser men will turn away
Don your cape
Be the Superhero
Spin the wheel
Rewrite the future
Claim your prize
Make your dreams reality
Luck does favor the bold
One day
You can look back and remember
You seized the day
Your life was fully lived
Regrets few
You can choose to be full
Content
Satisfied
Thankful
Proof that dreams do come true
Metamorph contest
February 4th, 1999 - two hundred
and fifty two months ago
Shana Aubrey Harris officially completed,
now ranks among status quo
lawfully, legally, legitimately in toto
twenty one orbitz around the sun - whoa!
Chronological benchmark ye did attain
plus major purchase of second automobile
(2002 Subaru Impreza) skill ye did gain
curious if family/friends helped ye maintain
being calm, cool, and collected -
quite a taxing acquisition, one need be sane.
Said significant decision
perhaps makes heart skip a beat,
but analogously, and literally
puts ye in driver seat
tending to maintenance
of vehicle sweet
figurative taste of liberation,
while familiarizing feet
to become acclimated
accelerating at velocity
with precious fleet,
obeying Sir Isaac Newton's
first law of motion.
More important gently
and timely to apply brake
lest police siren wails
finding ye to quake
thus requiring thee
to summon nerves of steel,
cuz friendly police thirst
he/she doth slake
issuing moving violation
scenario haint no nightmare
unless fatal accident occurs,
whereby family and friends attend wake
mourning beloved daughter
forever ruing grievous
loss for Pete's sake.
Even after time tested practice
acquiring consummate skill
experiencing diverse situations
manning steering wheel will
unexpectedly introduce during
different seasons frightful scenarios
analogous to getting
spooked by ghostly chill
ye must Carrie on as
the shining defensive driver
setting sterling pride to self
giving ego uber lyft till
ye get over the hill
much quicker than Jack and Jill.
It felt so good to see your face,
With you came a little peace in this chaotic place.
Your silent yet your presence is noticed by all,
As you approach me GOOSEBUMPS my flesh begins to crawl.
I'm taking back your close your so near,
I can't believe your standing in front of me your here.
I'm hoping you don't pick up on the excitement I feel,
I learned that I have nerves of steel.
You’re smiling and seem to be at ease,
I'm holding my breath saying breathe, breathe, breathe.
When your gone I process and think it went well,
I'm wondering what you think with you it's hard to tell.
Then you sent a text and some pics that made my day,
I was a little worried I did not want to chase you away.
A friend said you handled that and I'm proud of you,
I wasn't sure how I would react no one knew.
No reason to be Angry, Prideful, or Unkind,
Thank You for bringing peace of mind!!!!!
TURBO1904 9/12/2021
On a horse at the crossroads a pistol in his hand
Dressed in dark clothing he looked fine and grand
Waiting in the moonlight for the York coach to appear
With cool nerves of steel; he showed no fear.
A gentleman by day and a Highwayman by night
Only carried out his crimes when the moon shone bright
Nicknamed Captain Luna; there was a price on his head
If you didn’t part with your valuables you’d end up dead
He heard it in the distance; the approaching coach
A lady friend had requested a necklace or a brooch
He'd heard some well to do had attended a ball
They'd be dripping with jewellery; he wanted it all.
He moved onto the road as the coach drew near
His face covered with a black mask to instill fear
He ordered the two coachmen “slow down to a stop
And throw down those bags you have on the top”.
He then shouted to the passengers" alight if you please
And line up if you will, over yonder by them tree’s”
Three ladies and a gentleman dressed in clothes so fine
Adorned with jewellery that twinkled, in the moonshine.
He said “you and your fine jewellery must forever part
Please fill up my leather bag and I'll let you depart”
The ladies were crying thinking that they'd all die
They thought anything Captain Luna said would be a lie.
He went through the bags and pulled out a silk dress
And thought to himself this will fit my lady friend Tess
He picked up his leather bag and into the night rode away
Leaving his victims quite shaken and in total disarray.
Written 15th day of April 2020.
the next few years were testing, I had to learn new skills
from the handling of a wheelchair to the sorting out of bills
to go shopping with a wheelchair, trying to navigate the aisles
some people gave us dirty looks, but some others gave us smiles
the thing I found most hard to bear, was other people's attitudes
a lot were just plain ignorant, some others just downright rude
and when people meet my husband when he's out in his wheelchair
they talk around him or above him, like he really isn't there
we made a series of adjustments, to help us navigate this life
it was then that I decided that I would learn to drive
but what a terrifying prospect, to have to get behind the wheel
and to venture on the roads, I really needed nerves of steel
so, I took up driving lessons which brought me very near to tears
but I finally managed to conquer it, and allayed all my fears
once I'd passed my driving test, and knew that I now could drive
we gained a sense of freedom, and we both felt so alive
we would go to visit places that we had never been before
it was like a big adventure, and we both loved to explore
when it came to taking holidays, we didn't want to go abroad
we'd find somewhere nice in England, once we hit the open road.
Have fun playing baseball, hint number one
finish the season though you’ve never won.
Can’t win if you don’t play, work on point two
find the skills you need, then practice them too.
The count’s at three, try to pick the right clothes
Not too tight pants and zippers that will close.
Moving on to cleats with thought number four
be sure they fit, that’s what sizes are for.
And rule five: no cussing, use your tongue's brake,
backtalk, name-calling are habits to break.
Watch your temper, ideal number six -
you’re not that feisty cat which your dog sic’s.
As for step seven, it’s long overdue
learn from your mistakes, know what NOT to do.
Keep the dugout clean, we’ll call this clue eight
squelch farts, don’t throw up cause you over ate.
Tip nine; learn when to bunt and when to steal
It makes for more fun, but takes nerves of steel.
One more then done with these suggestions ten -
if you chew gum, spit your wad in the tin.
World Series fades, into new pastimes we buy
...Roll on, past baseball to a creed we can live by,
...Respect for others grants our ego fond goodbye.
October 22, 2022
Focus…
I know it’s over but I don’t want it to end
I’m closing my eyes to try and live it all again
In this frame of mind scenes are leaving me speechless
And again just like the other night I’m looking for the words
I’m a mass of mixed emotion with too much happening at once
It’s easy come easy go for the pleasure to live
In and out of the darkness watch my energy surge and fade
You can look into my eyes and see the shadow rising
I’m breaking up and down, shredding up those nerves of steel
Can I break any new ground by telling you how I feel?
Neither happy nor sad, kind of numb without emotion
I’m very indifferent now,
And it has become very hard to focus
our Jeeps pulled into hanger four as we saluted our first Sgt my thoughts were racing again as home became a vivid battle zone of raw emotions several caskets lined the entrance way inside of the chanook bravely I'd placed flags on each one clutching my dogtags trying to remember my name it could have very well been Col Sgt or perhaps private Kennedy I focused solely on the name tags of the fallen my mind settled into an untimely grief where I'd forgotten my duffel bag behind leaning against a stone walk way inside carrying a pasttime of glory forgotten was my mind mingling about sorted nerves of steel that shattered apon take off over high calm waters as I noticed a sea of dark tears I bottled them for souvenirs
Welcome to 5th floor burn unit,
UCSD Medical Center.
This is the sign you pass,
As you enter.
They ask what happened,
How did you get burned?
They do this all with
Care and concern.
On a scale of 1 to 10,
What's your level of pain?
Your cussing, swearing,
You cry and complain.
They take me to a place,
They call wound care.
Nothing here is familiar,
You're not aware.
Wound care is a special place,
Full of pain and narcotics.
Stool softeners, I.V.'s with
Liquid antibiotics.
They scrub the burns with
Soap and water.
It's like leading the lamb
To the slaughter.
The cries and screams,
You can hear down the halls.
They bounce and echo
Off the walls.
You come to a place of awe,
For the angels that work in this place.
The scrubbing of the burns,
You learn to embrace.
This is where you find out,
You have nerves of steel.
There is a method to the magic,
In this place to heal.
Turbo1904