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When religion was born,
It was a small defenceless animal,
But soon found mankind’s problems to nurture it.
As time went on religion grew stronger and larger
It mated with belief and behold ! Creed and discrimination were born.
This was a family destined to rule the simple folk known as man.
Generations went by and between the great family of religion and belief, they tore at the very heart of what was right and what was wrong.
Faith was banished long ago and told never to return
But still the family didn’t agree .
And so it was decided they didn’t need each other anymore,
Many wars were fought
But not by them ,
The simple folk known as man shall do the bidding and the dying for religion and belief !.
As I walked out in the streets of Manteca,
as I walked out in Manteca one day,
I spied a young cowboy asleep on the sidewalk,
when prodded from slumber these words he did say:
"You are wearing a Stetson, spurs, chaps, and a six-gun:
I assume then you must be a cowboy like me;
come sit down beside me and hear my sad story,
then try to guess which shell is hiding the pea.
'Twas once in the saddle I used to ride gaily,
albeit I had not a horse to my name,
but down in the basement my dad had a saw-horse,
so I rode a steed that could never go lame.
O bury me holding a King and five Aces
with a pint of good whiskey to keep my corpse warm,
and a pair of my custom made dice in my watch fob,
for I'm a young cowboy and I've bought the farm."
In the quiet murmur of the night, where shadows whisper secrets,
I wandered through the labyrinth of my thoughts,
Seeking a semblance of sense in this chaotic world,
Yearning for a happiness that eludes the grasp of mortal hands.
I wove stories, intertwining threads of hope and illusion,
Building castles out of words, delicate and fragile,
I created lies that fit perfectly, like pieces of a flawless puzzle,
Hoping to transform this somber reality into a paradise of dreams.
The stars above seemed to sing a melancholic tune,
Their shimmering light a reminder of distant, unattainable joy,
I wanted all things to seem to make some sense,
So we could all be happy, yes, instead of tense.
In the depths of my mind, I painted scenes of joy,
A world where sorrow was but a distant memory,
Where laughter echoed through the valleys of our hearts,
And love bloomed like flowers in an eternal spring.
But the truth, oh the truth, lingered at the edges of my thoughts,
A shadow that couldn't be banished by mere fantasies,
And yet, I clung to my creations, these fragile tapestries of delight,
For in them, I found solace, a refuge from the harshness of the world.
I created lies, beautiful and intricate,
So that they all fit perfectly, like stars in an aligned constellation,
And for a moment, in the stillness of my reverie,
I transformed this sad world into a parody.
But as dawn approached, with its unforgiving light,
The illusions began to dissipate, like mist in the morning air,
And I was left with the stark reality of our existence,
A world that is both beautiful and cruel, full of joy and despair.
Yet even in the fading of my dreams,
I found a bittersweet comfort,
For in the act of creation, in the weaving of my tales,
I touched upon the essence of our shared humanity,
And in that fleeting moment, we were all united,
In the pursuit of a happiness that, though elusive,
Gave us reason to dream, to hope, to believe.
And so, with each passing day, I continue to weave,
Stories that dance between reality and fantasy,
In the hope that, one day, our collective dreams
Will transform this sad world into a true paradise.
Death's at our door, it's right there on our Ring.
I told it we're busy but it's patient - I think.
Death's at our door and - yep - it looks - viral.
But if you listen closely it's singing a carol.
"come out and play - it's a beautiful day"
"you can hide from the virus like a rat in a cave"
"but you'll just end up dying - some OTHER way."
The tune has such rhythm, the voice has such charm.
The pull is profound, my fears are transformed.
Death offers a beginning, not just an end.
and the offer's delivered with a wink and a grin.
Death looks like a cross between an angel and a prince.
Death seems kind of funny. Mom! Should I let it in?
'Here-comes-The-She--riff'/'And-his-second-trusted-Deputy'
'They-chea-ted-and-were-shot-de--ead'/'By-the-new-Ma-yo--or'/ 'Bob-Mar-ley'
'If-their-left-foot-takes-an-in--nch'/'And-their-right-foot-takes-a-lengthier-mile'
'Hand-law-a-forty-fi--ive'/'And-make-that-bestnerd-hop-with-a-smile'
'Your-dancing-half-you-spun-le--eft'/'You-alone-with-Suave-south-for-a-drive'
'Not-as-Missing-Per--sons'/'Posters-as-being-Wan-ted-Dead-or-Alive'
'Your-thrones-King's-and-Que--een's'/'The-Court-Jester-made-his-sweet-sixteen'
'Queen-is-expec-ti--ing'/'King's-glad-Jester-fa-ces-le-Guil-lo-tine'
'Judges-and-Ju--dy's'/'This-here-courtroom-is-in-repossession'
'Gavels-get-rea--dy'/'And-assault-with-deadly-precision'
'Guilty-as-cha--arged'/'Throw-the-book-at-um-as-they-cry-out-ouch!'
'Innocent-is-set-fre--ee'/'After-those-they-accused-gouged-their-eyes-out!'
'Kamala-is-the-fel--la'/'Lady-Justice-like-the-blindfolders-spawn'
'The-Justices-all-wa--atched'/'As-U.-S.-Constitution-burned-on-the-lawn'
'Pu-tin's-confus--sion'/'Non-goes-front-or-back-of-fic--ti--on'
'Tales-from-Tsar's-wo--ods'/'Rasputin-Myname-front- or-back-a-muse'
'Biden-casta--Net's'/'And-Yahoo's-all-over-Is-ra-el'
'Joe-cuts-China-tea--time'/'Pekoe-dives-inside-Starbuck's-swimming-pool'
Carlos: Do you think we’ll get away with this?
Don Juan: I tricked you into coming to this desert shack, didn’t I?
Carlos: I mean … Do you think we’ll make any money?
Don Juan: A bunch! I make it up; you write it down.
Carlos: How do we start?
Don Juan: “There was once a prickly pear who fell in love with a magic toad …”
Carlos: Wait a minute! My advisers won’t go for that!
Don Juan: OK. How about … “There is a hidden self, that’s Nagual-magical, connected to the entire universe to be unleashed by not-doings?”
Carlos: Wow! Heavy! Tell me more.
Don Juan: (setting his pseudo-profound bull generator to 'start')
“… Rebirth is the hidden knowledge of universal understanding and of us. You and I are storytellers of the universe. The goal of inner Nagual impulses is to plant the seeds of liberation rather than failure. We are being called to explore the galaxy itself as an interface between conscious living and unconscious sharing. By flowering thusly, we exist while manifesting the dreamtime. Nothing is probable: try or try not.”
Which train will come, I’ll try to guess
But that won’t really help my stress.
It’s building up as crowds surround
Creating quite the urban mess.
The tourists all must think we’re nuts
To cram on platforms where such gluts
Of humans stream without an end
To pack so tight we’re touching butts.
Announcements say the train is near.
We crane our necks; no lights appear.
Then suddenly the rumble sounds
Of braking by the engineer.
The subway’s stuffy, cramped and late.
It does its best to aggravate
But all that we can do is wait
And that is what we do; we wait.
(apologies to Robert Frost)
Hello, cucarachas, whether large or small;
I can't stand the ones that fly or the ones that crawl.
I've got a place for you to spend your days and nights:
You don't need to win this trip on "The Price is Right".
Fill up your cars with gas and prepare to drive
6,000 miles of road before the clock strikes five.
Make your reservations quick and book your lovely rooms;
Little do they realize, they just sealed their doom.
Welcome to Hotel Cucaracha;
It's a lovely place where we crush your face.
Relax at Hotel Cucaracha;
Time to say, "Good-bye!" You're about to die!
The cucarachas came, but they were unaware
Of that repugnant odor, a funky stench in the air.
Then they heard a hissing sound and were sorely afraid;
These bugs fell to the ground 'cause they were sprayed with Raid.
No more cucarachas or their lousy riff-raff;
I threw them in the garbage and did my "Thriller" laugh.
Let this be a lesson, and you better take heed:
You can check in anytime you want, but you will never leave!
(Cue "Thriller" laugh)
We grew up with aphorisms--
Pithy, witty observations;
Some may only be sophisms
That were passed through generations.
Old but not anachronisms,
They’re still true in many nations.
They have kept their witticisms
And established strong foundations.
As I’m fond of verbalisms,
I have made some alterations,
I call them malaphorisms,
Please take them without vexations:
1. A bird in the hand is worth … the same in the other hand.
2. Birds of the same feather … belong to the same species.
3. Do not put off for tomorrow what you can … put off for the day after tomorrow.
4. Two heads are better than … none.
5. If there’s a will, there’s a … future tense.
6. Tell me who your friends are, and I will tell …. them who you are.
7. A tree is known by its fruit … unless you don’t know the fruit, either.
8. The grass is always greener on the other side … where the dog’s pee doesn’t reach.
9. A picture is worth a thousand … dollars, or, it depends on the artist.
10. Better late than … later.
11. All work and no play makes Jack …, or anyone, exhausted.
12. Fools rush in where … there is no need to rush.
13. If others can, … let them do it.
14. One man’s meat is … not enough for two.
15. Time and tide … start with t- and end with -e.
November 6, 2024
Baguio City, Philippines
Christmas Eve night, drunks have a fight
They’re not calm, they’re not bright
Trying to buy wives a last minute gift
Grabbing the last one, it’s caused a huge rift
Cops called to uphold the peace
Cops called to uphold the peace
Christmas Eve night, drunks have a fight
They’ll regret it at daylight
Both displaying a painful black eye
Vying for perfume that’s in short supply
They treat each other with scorn
They treat each other with scorn
Christmas Eve night, drunks have a fight
Both responsible for their plight
Radiant beams come from a cop car
Sent to the cooler - it’s not very far
There there’s no festive mirth
There there’s no festive mirth
A Christmas Carol Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Regina McIntosh
Sung to the tune of Silent Night
12/22/21