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The regressive Supreme Court decision
hustled, proclaimed, and voiced
June 24th, 2022
immediately quashing pro choice option,
struck down constitutional right
(upheld for half a century -
formerly allowing, enabling and providing
the muliebrous population
access to secure and safe abortion)
and sent a chill into the air.
A woman of childbearing age
within the United States trade
risk seeking abortion if she
unwittingly finds herself pregnant
resorting to desperate measures
sans mortality written
courtesy blood and gore costly paid
for ownership of body electric
autonomy usurped to choose abortion,
especially females representing
low income statistic,
whose chaotic, frantic, hectic..., existence
quite unlike bucolic, idyllic, poetic
lifestyle exemplified, exhibited, and exuded
by Thomas Kinkade
impossible (aery) mission
to buzzfeed another mouth
hence unlucky gal
now faces criminal charges,
whereat strong arm of the law
one lass unable to evade.
Despite being an older
long haired pencil necked geek male,
(a genetic product
of the baby boomer generation)
albeit one dazed and confused man,
whose body resembles
a miniature lead zeppelin
I a baby boomer guy
always inclined toward
remaining aforementioned gender,
nevertheless can empathise
with red hot poker anger
fecund women most likely experience,
when in the heat of passion
birth control measures vehemently
even non verbally overruled,
when an aggressive partner
thwarts such rational precautions
exerting patriarchal domination
loosing abundant seminal fluid
with deliberate intent to impregnate.
Many instances abound,
(since time immemorial)
whereby linkedin couples
ardently, fervently, maddeningly
strive to beget offspring
and thus shuck off
the application regarding
accessing, kickstarting, wielding
invocation of divine spirit,
thus their sexual relations
forfeit applying prophylactics,
oftimes feeling down and out
when biological fertilization
breeds despair, grief, mourning...
yet no sooner does adoption
appear as the last best hope
the maternal hormonal gonadal
secretion agency, propensity, viscosity....
and quirky unpredictability,
where unsuspecting latent virility
to procreate ironically occurs.
I only pretend what I want to be
Wearing jewels and gowns with no strict poverty
Not a world with streets lined with people at night
or children digging for food under the post light
I know His power understands the help we need
to stop discrimination and unruly greed
For He, Himself, is our only hope and right
to live peacefully with wrong out of sight
He who fails to stand for what he made
may be overruled by the one who was forbade
Let not the world go to rot,
but observe the good and everything we've got
The mind of man must slink to reason
without competition and constant treason
We are one, a team, a classified unit
We must stop, think, and come together before we ruin it.
ideology
ideology is a spiritual thing
a carnal man can't stop an ideology
it is so infectious
ideology
a true ideology
is a strong ideology
it can never be erase
or be overruled by brutality
ideology
ideology is a big motivation
it is more than a goal
it rules the mind in
pursuit of it ways
it can't be stopped
ideology
ideology can live for ever
you can't stop a true
ideology with wars
either can it be overruled
by guns and bullet
ideology
so many leaders
try to stop an ideology
by wars
and that is always a curse
for another wars
then it goes over and over again
you can't kill an ideology
of freedom until
freedom is achieved
it ideology will ever live on
terza rima
Years of experience, a discovery -
I can speak without making use of my jaws.
Prudence and patience are rudimentary.
Some folks get their kicks using scuttlebutt claws.
Their tongues' crude vitality comes with closed eyes;
emotional blindness - the probable cause.
Starting with prejudice, they out and out lie.
When asked, I stand silent, comments I refuse.
To their third-degree grilling I can't reply.
Some fake aggravation, crying through tissues.
But demurring to speak, objection I raise.
Honesty is one of many dead issues.
Bidding no farewell, I leave, making my case,
which makes me their next target, no hesitance.
My objection overruled, noise fills the place.
Turning my back on verbal vindictiveness,
this fugitive from gossip needs no redress.
13 March 2016
A powerhouse of gregarious silliness
for our delight and entertainment
Chuck Barris weekly orchestrates
his national amateur talent show
comprised of bizarre exploits
none of your conventional class acts
unique offbeat eccentric spectacles
for the questionable and less discerning palate
guaranteed a few good laughs peppered by
resounding sounds of the gong ong ong
Walks in brown bag over head
the unknown comic snickering
unloading sarcasm by the truckload
taunting daring wingnuts on standby
Chuck invites lineups of hopeful contestants
out to show off their disputable skills and talents
performers dubious absurd and outlandish
come for their five minutes of fame and glory
most delusional hoping not to hear reverberate
resounding sounds of the gong ong ong
Comes singer Boxcar Willie followed by
Gene Gene the Dancing Machine
the anticipation at an all time high
it’s a circus invasion on our tv
flaunting their wares publicly on air
exhibitions with guts and little pride
worst acts of the week preposterous
scores on scale 0 to 10 overruled
contributing to the silliness of our youth
the resounding sounds of the gong ong ong
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~RANDOM MUSINGS VOL.2~ 2020
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on August 27, 2020 for contest LIVING IT UP FOR LAUGHTER sponsored by CHANTELLE ANNE COOKE - RANKED 2ND
You smile to disguise your fear;
but a smile can't hide your pain.
And yet it conceals a tear,
that's just too hard to explain.
You entertain worlds of lies;
like a clown, in painted-face.
And wiping tears from your eyes,
shame ensures you leave no trace.
Keeping the hurt locked within,
you avoid awkward goodbyes.
And face the world with a grin,
stifling emotional cries.
Depression denotes defeat,
as you abandon your dream.
And when happy thoughts retreat,
anxieties get extreme.
Pride is nowhere to be found,
overruled by fruitless flings.
And hope is hopelessly bound,
in a puppet's tangled strings.
Siege warfare (trumpeting)
average joe biden his time
linkedin with aberrant behavior
transpires within me mind,
(not just today December 5th, 2020,
but everyday/365)
warrants depleting stockpile arsenal
constituting exhausting mental health
uprooting deep seated repellent pesky
daunting lost cause.
Overruled by irrational thoughts,
I feebly muster a lame duck
half quacked comeback
(think home team cheering at pep rally)
against analogous figurative agents provocateur
said nemesis bore down hard
upon sense and sense abilities
mine psyche undergoing
blistering, hectoring withering, et cetera
courtesy ghost of Emily Brontë
mailer daemons flitting to and fro,
hither and yon within wuthering heights.
Another necessity Emma gin)
awoke prided prejudice
to confront head on
beastie boy foo fighting (Irish,
no matter genealogy regarding
yours truly Eastern European)
mine talking head housing
private insane asylum.
Incomprehensible thought processes
chronically spin out of control
dictate mandate NOT to wash hair
until at least one week passage of time,
(an arbitrarily chosen number
i.e. seven days convenient block)
even if appearance looks unkempt, slovenly
grungy, et cetera as nirvana seeking guy.
Thus, I readily admit self held hostage,
whereby loopy thought provoking patterns
hopelessly, grimly, futilely find me surrendering
NEVER eradicating down battened ramparts
neurotic, lunatic approved, idiotic
mind mental chattering
babbling jabbering gibberish
housing concocted village people
dead set against shampooing oily locks.
Quite a tussle (think metaphorical hair pulling)
ensues within me scrambled noggin,
whereby pathetic psychotic pummeling
win knows scrimmage
scoring touchdown amidst
teaming muted brouhaha
allowing, enabling, and providing
harmlessly insane nettlesome
pesky skewed notions
ridiculous leeway to predominate
until yours truly USDA
qualified, hashtagged, certified...
as grateful dead among human league.
MY theology was formed when Mother taught me the Lord's Prayer.
YOU and I know that what's good for mother is good enough for us.
THEOLOGY, defined as the study of God, is made simple at Calvary.
HE, God Almighty, clearly defines theology for all mankind at Calvary.
ETERNITY'S long-awaited secret is revealed and offered to all at Calvary.
OBJECTIONS are overruled, not sustained; sin's curse is sealed at Calvary.
LOVE defeats and obliterates both Satan's lies and deceit at Calvary.
OVERREACH by Satan and organized religion proves fatal at Calvary.
GOD was in Christ and reconciling the world to Himself at Calvary.
'YES' is God's forever word of guaranteed acceptance at Calvary.
041222PS
One-hundred percent Italian descent:
four grandparents crossed the ocean, went
through Ellis Island, from Italy sent;
my Italian roots, one-hundred percent.
But D N A samples now tested, ruled-
genetic ancestry can have you fooled!
With full Italian descent overruled-
gene structure in me- completely retooled.
Dumbstruck that percentages showed so clear
my pie chart was sliced- not a full sphere,
my mind was lost in this new-found frontier,
and wiped out ideas that I held so dear.
Through tests, my genetic past now revealed,
sixty-four percent Italian did yield!
Thirty-six percent now unconcealed
some ancestors came from lands far afield!
Mid-Eastern, Caucasus, Iberian too,
Some Jewish, Scandinavian, plus a few
chance Irish genes to mix up the brew.
My former beliefs are now so untrue.
But, soon I accepted this new-found me,
like others amazed, as shown on TV,
surprised, but excited as I can be-
with a varied, colorful, mixed ancestry!
April 19, 2017
Contest: Dumbstruck
Sponsor: Charles Messina
True facts: I received my Ancestry DNA
test results on April 1, 2017
I was in command at the helm
when too much demand overwhelmed
couldn't find understanding felt pressure
declined as a man thought myself lesser
became linked with mental health
failed to deal with what life dealt, raw deal?
Maybe, still I feel I may have reordered my way of handle
I put myself out in the wind like a candle
destined for downfall
and though I was surrounded by people
there were none when I reached forth
suppose I could have preached and forced
or just seen the bigger picture
head office catch the fish bigger
but not seen as an option I figured,
decision failure,
but isolation is lonely going it as the only
still I don't like to moan
was a one man army once charming turned angry
not shocked I was abandoned
alone is my only understanding,
but know, just one man woman or hand
could have changed the battle from damned
still I experienced life as a victim
but don't claim to be one
had to much fight and competitive juice in the system
made the situation linger and won the ratio,
getting the better
still could have done better,
lost the war won the battles
tough luck from all angles
but this is my first clear reflection
of a chapter of my life from ten years ago,
people say let it go, I say no,
but let it leak I will and slowly forget
whilst taking the lessons as profit
I got knocked down stayed down for a decade,
survived yet decayed, until now when I move from it,
this is the dawn, finally I've got it,
understood and sorted
now I look forward,
the world looks good as a man with understanding standing
after damning demand and abandoned had the upper hand
but feets don't fail me,
lungs don't empty,
heart, beats, pounding,
brain untangled,
all once strained
but a heavenly strain sees me go again,
I look forward as I self applaud,
being no longer appalled or overruled,
a liberated warrior has risen from a warring prison
stronger, enlightened to a sun rising, I kept fighting,
let's go forward, let's go forward