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Mussiro Ramt one half of
" The Arabain Knights"
Made query into ownership of
the $!!!!!4!!!$ World Championship.
He arrived at the scheduled
appointment at the Offices of.
$!!$!!$ in Montana. "I stumbled
back nearly falling: at the sight of
him". "He was shirtless and oiled up"
He had his horned boots and a crushed
velvet like pants on. His head scraff was
covering his shoulders and his colgone was
strong enough to gag an Ox. It took all the
power I could muster to stay in control,
she said. Later we realized she was attracted to him. He didn't buy the World Championship, but he found himself dating several members of our staff. His accent ( generated to show difference in his ethnicity) was a stumbling block later on in his years. A reporter interviewing him used a recorder: halfway through the interview he strted talking almost in perfect english. He cleared his voice and called the reporter a Crumbbean rat Turd, and stormed out of the room angry at the whole process. He said the media wiped ass: and kisses es! He became World Champion due to his athletic prowlness. He could wrestle, and at times he was the best wrestler anyone could ever come across. His partner came out of the closet. causing a problem. " He knew I wanted to marry the Sey Woman of Mens Dreams: he came out of the closet the night I proposed to her. at his coming out party I chopped him in the back of his neck and stomped his to the ground in the name of rightousness!" I have new partner, in the Arabain Knights, My brother-inlaw muary Solter!"
Cat Fight in Incheon
Watching two cats
Fighting alongside the sidewalk
In suburban Incheon New Airport Town
Completely indifferent
To the humans walking around them
And the humans were indifferent to the cats
As they stood there fighting
And screeching at each other
One orange one
One half black half white one
Both middle age in cat years
As I sat there watching the cats
really getting into it
I wondered what they were arguing about?
But since I don’t speak cat
I really didn't know
All I know is they were really screeching at each other
And almost look like they were about to attack each other
But one cat backed down
As the other cat stood their proverbial ground
If they were humans one would have pulled out a knife
Or a gun
And someone would have been killed
But being mere cats
They stared at each other
And walked away
but they kept glancing at each other
So I knew the fight as not over
Merely postponed until a later hour
Cats truly are the aliens
Who live among us humans
Or perhaps we are the aliens
Who live among the cats?
Cat thought
Watching the black cat
Who lives underneath the building
Slinking about
looking for something to kill
I am reminded once again the cats
are not our friends
as I stare at him
an alien invader
From another planet
Still Growing
seventy-three and one-half years young
can’t forget the half-don’t want to appear
younger than I actually am
seems like yesterday I was living in
a foster home and working on the farm
and that was fifty-six years ago
my biggest regret was all the
potential friendships I destroyed
because I was an angry person. I
came from a dysfunctional home
where every form of abuse was acceptable
I had PTSD of a sort so the shrink said
which stunted my social skills
my biggest triumph was accepting
Jesus has my savior. I have slowly learned
to forgive others and just as importantly myself
it has been a life long process and my transformation
is not totally finished but I am better than I was.
Now I have very few friends from the past but am
making some new ones while treating people with
respect.
Being content with the way things are is a
wonderful feeling.
A word to the wise should suffice
And shouldn’t need spouting it twice.
It really makes sense
Unless you are dense
To follow your own good advice.
In my case, it’s all about ears,
For an earring, at times, disappears.
So I purchased some backs
Which lets me then relax,
Since to lose one is one of my fears.
In my home, though, I sometimes forget,
For a lost one’s not much of a threat.
I’d not planned to go out
But I did and, no doubt,
You can guess why I’m feeling regret.
Yes, one half of the pair that I wore
Slipped away on the street or the floor.
Though I searched where I’d been
With no luck, my chagrin
Is about that advice even more.
Two hours before sunset
My study commence
To the table n' chair, I rivet
My green-blue orbs
Trying to absorb
The itsy-bitsy letters
printed on the papers
After one & half hour
I loose my power
I shift n sit on the bed
With all my books to read
After some more minutes
My legs extend
N finally it's time to sunset
Below the horizon, as the sun goes
Shutter of my orbs, also close
My books turns into Lordess
Magically, of wisdom & knowledge
My head on her lap
With soft n heavenly hand
She was fondling that
Showering glitzy stars from sky
Other worldly n silvery
She sings lullaby
Through her silken lips
N I fall into a deep sleep
14March 2018
Poetry contest -Lullaby in the sunset
Sponsored by -Vermillion Scythe
This world, in which we all live, has been split in two.
On one half is me, on the other half is you.
There is wonder and beauty, on both sides to behold.
I know we can bridge the gap, no matter what we are told.
We have two distinct points, for the whole world to see.
Maybe the further we look ahead, the closer these two points will be.
Like the vanishing point in art, where receding lines appear to converge.
If we focus real hard on the future, maybe just one point will emerge.
This will be a lot of work...it will definitely take some time.
But I'm confident that we can do it, now listen to my rhyme.
Let's forge ahead to the future, surrounded by family and friends.
I know we'll see this vanishing point, long before this world ends.
Growing up, they said that she was our 'half' sister. They also said that our father was not her 'real' father.
Somehow, I never saw anything 'step' about him toward her. No matter how hard I tried, I could see nothing 'half' about her.
She was the oldest of 8 sisters and four brothers. Our father, her 'step' father, married our mother when our 'half' sister was just a toddler. Moreover, he also took in our grandmother. In addition to the 12 of us, there was also our dog name Jack. There was mother and grandma who was our mother's mother. And then, there was our father, the man they called 'her step father'.
As I was growing up, I always thought that there was something really wrong about our father. He was very hard and angry. I had little appreciation for him. That is, until some of my 'whole' sisters shared some great things about him that I had not considered. Even before that eye-opening experience, those years that I had bad feelings about him, his love toward our 'half' sister was never in question. I never saw him as a 'step' father to our oldest sister, because I never saw him treat her any different.
When I do the math and add it all up, I guess what I'm saying is that my father was far more than 'a step' to my 'half' sister, and my 'half' sister was more than 'a half' to me. It takes two pints to make a quart; four quarts to make a gallon; two 'halves' to make a whole. I shall never understand how one 'half' of a sister was never 'half' but always a whole to me.
093020PS
Old age is
Legs made of crumbs, fingers becoming twigs
uneven floors and squeeze toys becoming hazardous
clusters of loves becoming spirits on the wispy wing of memory
all of the strays squat in attics or linger in the eaves.
If lucky enough, you get to hug a loved one once a week.
Old age is
a favorite hymn fleeing one half note at a time
playground giggles skipping your youth back into the limelight...
The sweet soothe of sunrise after shuffling away from chains of night.
Old age is a star and firefly slowly becoming one.
Old age is
pretending there's a piece of this world that really cares.
Reaching for a bowlegged tabby that's no longer there.
It's a silver-haired orphan opening yet another cold can of alone...
An entire universe of humanity becoming a Hawkins's black hole.
Memories like lemon drops are slipping from life's crystal bowl.
A trickster stripping away your grace and tact long before you're gone.
Grandma Gilded Wisdom once said, "Old age isn't for sissies".
A cold rain is coming; I can feel it deep in my bones."
night yet clings
yet smothers the numb highway
breathe the wheel
sigh through the gears
wave-ride rubber after-shocks
follow the beam-eyed light
into the blossoming gray
adjusts to blacktop rapids
the sky is passing
it is now ahead of itself
convertible clouds weep dry tears
slip-slide the slick dark banks
with flickering wrists
A second light blooms
a small sun pastes itself onto distant white
a hooded bonnet shakes like a wet wolf
the horizon is now a mobile scaffolding
the whispering tread of a fast coming daylight
rushes into view, it snorts though a crystal vase
that the mind grips tightly
the roads blind ability
to avoid Niagara or the Grand Canyon
guides cold white knuckles
the drunk rocking of a back axle
warns you of a surfacing
unpaved parking lot
engine bones tick-over
articulate shuddering full stops
as they cough up stillness
here
at the end of
one half of a minute
and that is the third manifestation
of breathable light
"Half-truth and lie; six of one, half a dozen of the other. How about the whole truth?" - quote by poet.
I live and breathe my truths
as much as I speak them; I believe...
what I believe and I stubbornly stick to my convictions.
I believe Jesus Christ, my savior, died for my sins.
I lack patience for disingenuous folks.
What you give, you get back in the end, two-fold.
I express myself freely without fear of scorn or criticism.
I'm a coconut...tough exterior, soft on inside; gentle giant.
I'm moved by sincerity and thoughtfulness in people.
I applaud courage, selflessness and humility.
Quasi-masochistic, i'm unsatisfied until I've bled to achieve an end.
One of the greatest things I've ever done; serving America.
Fatherhood has turned me into mush.
My most salient characteristic is my inner humanity.