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The Possum of Possibilities was invited by Grandpa Troll to visit our brood,
The Possum heard Carol had a dry spell and a terrible writer’s block, so true.
With the troll’s adventures, penguin’s antics, and witches brew...
With Dragon’s mayhem in town, something had to be done, they knew.
Grandpa Troll brought Possum over, for Carol to peruse,
He looked her up, down, and sideways to everyone’s amuse,
Her mind’s wheels were not lined up right, he announced.
You have activity all about you, that's very pronounced.
It is all swirling around and not latching to the cogs.
Ideas and stories are coming in fast and plenty, but…
There are so many and they are acting like a stream of logs,
Her brain is overloaded and getting a little bit clogged.
Possum instructed Grandpa Troll on the best course of action,
But Dragon was nearby and overheard the conversation.
Our fiery friend was planning on how to clear the brain jam,
Then ski-daddle and go on the lam.
Like so many plans before, he knew Carol’s brain was crammed,
And his ideas always ended up like some explosive spam.
Grandpa Troll saw that look in Dragon’s eyes and knew there was a plot,
And said to Possum; “We'll need your help again, before we’re in a spot.”
Over to Dragon Possum went, then a once over, right, left, and top to bottom,
Grandpa Troll reached into a dusty drawer that hadn’t seen light since Suttom.
Out he pulled two pens, one larger than the other, filled with magic ink.
An incantation filled the air – “E pluribus divideous writeous inlink.”
(Basically saying; what stories were divided are now joined by two writers.)
Possum handed one to Carol and the larger one to Dragon.
“With the magic pens, you both will be able to see the stories about you.”
For Carol, he pointed out; now the cogs won't get dinked, as ideas get linked,
And Dragon, a source of the jams, once written down, became happy as a clam.
Both help each other, now, as Grandpa Troll had hoped with all the activities.
And with a little help from an old friend, called the Possum of Possibilities.
A writer’s block that was going on with his dear...
Is a tale that Hubby has now told, and made so clear.
And now another peaceful evening… was suddenly shot all to Heck...
Until Next time…. As Dragon and Carol are now racing all about!
Michael Eastman & Carol Written 7-21-2015
E Pluribus Unum ~ Out Of Many, One
[Author's note: E Pluribus Unum is a traditional motto of the United
States, but the scope of this poem is intended to be of a more global scale.]
We are farmhands, postal workers, we are rich industrialists
We are pilots, sailors, warriors, mathematicians, scientists
We are doctors, nurses, dentists; taking care of those in need
We are teachers, flight attendants, moms and dads with mouths to feed
We post blogs, develop websites, we are software engineers
We are athletes, video gamers, we're retired volunteers
We are dancers, painters, sculptors, we are actors on the stage
We are clerks, construction workers, pay for night school with our wage
We are high school educated, college maybe, or hard knocks
We are barbers and beauticians, drive a truck or work on docks
We are clergy, civic leaders, wardens at the county jail
Roll in wheelchairs, use sign language, wear prosthetics, read by Braille
We are bankers, tax accountants, proud grandparents, husbands, wives,
We are activists who strive to give our children better lives
We are widows, orphans, childless; we feel sorrow to the core
We are social workers, advocates of justice for the poor
We make music or just listen, sing out loud or softly hum
We are common, we are special, we are those who overcome
We are poets and songwriters, we write letters to our kin
Sharing stories of our life, of where we're going, where we've been
We are those with beating hearts, with flexing muscles, red blood cells
Kidney donors, missionaries, we help dig fresh water wells
We praise God in mosque or church, in synagogue or kingdom hall,
In a temple, or in nature, maybe have no God at all
We are from around the planet, we have skin of every tone
We have short hair, long hair, no hair, kinky hair; we're not alone
We esteem diversity; you value me, I value you
Always with respect for those who hold a different point of view
This, my dream: to be united when it all is said and done
Though we may not be there yet, we share this journey -
We are one.
Written 1 Feb 2022
Far moost o' me
three score minus one year
tethered upon terra firmae where
planet Earth doth veer
(spins upon the global axis
(tilted 23.5 degrees from the plane
of its orbit around the sun),
terrestrial genesis (perhaps accompanied
for Pete's sake by Gabriel
blowing his horn) in all honesty unclear
boot more oven concern
points to thermonuclear
and/or subnuclear
war, particularly at forefront
of thine primate noggin
actively hypothesizing
theoretical armageddon,
when non plus ultra gravitates
with e pluribus unum necessitating
each individual to bend over
and kiss his/her rear
goodbye unless total merciless *****
hue loss atomic fallout immediately
incinerates e'en
the moost savvy profiteer,
which aforementioned prognostication
arose from overbear
ring hazy, hot and humid
dangerous heat spell near
lee approximating insufferable
temperature nearing triple digits
(along Eastern Seaboard
of United baked States
makes this human,
an immediate convert to climate control
(though he happened tubby already)
basking, glorifying, and luxuriating
within delightful 60º Fahrenheit mere
really expressing gratitude for such
creature comfort donning my
stretched out birthday suit,
(yet thee moost comfortable leisurewear
then thrift store "special bag
mountain of clothes
as mooch as Yukon sales,"
no matter mine ill mannered
mirrored reflection doth jeer
at such a sorry sight, and/or
laugh reading interlinear
monologue colloquy,
which message gleaned between lines,
and should this poem be red aloud,
thy orgasmic passion linkedin
with humming HVAC, ye would hear
courtesy hove cochlear
(hollow tube in the inner ear)
sensitive to deafening sounds...so beware!
(alternately titled random axe of violence)
I calculated an average
of ~10.16.... deaths per year
of mass school shootings since Columbine,
a morbid benchmark where,
iGen / Gen Z 1995 - 2012 bore significant hit,
now students require armed guards to learn - veer
really within purportedly "safe places",
which statistics tracks a unilinear
trend, and justifiably causing
absolute zero reassurance
countering alarmist state of mind dust tear
ability to accept rationale
dismissing greater probability
prevails lightening will strike loved ones,
nonetheless share
ring understandable expressing
rightful salient concerns with school board
quotidian possibility son(s) and/or daughter(s) rare
lee remain mum at every opportunity,
how second amendment does not square
with democratic e pluribus unum firmament,
lieutenant management,
quintessential reverent tenets
pointing trigger finger of accountability
at lax gun purchasing rare
lee does emotional uproar demanding
immediate controls, limitations, restrictions,
et cetera on firearms scare
the bejesus from stalwart National Rifle Association,
whence spokesperson doth prepare
convincing rebuttal (lock, stock at barrel) overbear
ring lee outgun legitimate
parental concerns, now near
daily occurrence hardly cause a flinch glossed
inducing similar reactions as
sports home team defeated, sans mere
slightly raised eyebrows while headline news
when another tragedy gets tacked
unto the 122 students killed since Columbine
took the lives of innocent lives 19 plus years ago
which ho hum sacrifice of youth or teachers bare
lee induce ripple despite an increasing number
of spent bullets fallout inflicting
more than 208,000 vulnerable
impressionable psyches sorrows need a lifetime to air!
E Pluribis and Unum Haiku
Pluribus Unum
Did look lost without the E
So what should we do?
Henry Mancini
Drove a long Lamborghini
Both made sweet music.
Did you see docile?
Guy who was an apostle
Sleeping on the job.
Let the bed bugs bite
And will stay up through the night
Trying to get tight.
Oh dear and oh no
Gifts were lost in Atlanta
And found by Santa.
Why all of the gloom
Poetry Soup I presume
Around likes to loom.
I was explicit
When response is illicit
You should never send.
He had history
Of opposing you and me
We started to see.
He had an angle
And him wanted to strangle
And also mangle.
My constitution
Were going against again
So I took a spin.
Make mine Poem of Day
You should read in Runaway
Beach in Oregon.
What is disturbing
Drinking we should be curbing
Do it anyway.
Bright backset driver
Surely will be survivor
Keeping big mouth shut.
A proposition
In poor lighted condition
Sure is hard to see.
Was quite whimsical
When glass was finally full
Did have fighting duel.
He who buys last beer
Should be sure to have much fear
Bringing my wife here.
If it had not been
For likes of those we call Ben
Was Kit a Carson?
No there is one to think about
Paris we have gone
So we may end up plastered
Like we did last year.
In Washington oh no
We watched people who will grow
Tons I told you so.
A haiku have heard
Was like wings of a big bird
Big commotion stirred.
Was a big battle
Loaded a bunch of cattle
Or would skedaddle.
Really was Rogers
Part of band of old cadgers
Named Will who we love
Were going against again
The Silent Legion
Tucked into closets both near and away,
Amidst cedar planks, now alee of the fray,
Rest class A’s once borne on frames
Straight and young.
A legion of aging uniforms hold fast
Fading ribbons of campaigns past,
Honoring selfless acts inked indelibly
Upon the wounded minds.
This suit of my country is not kept to don
But to never forget the inseparable bond,
Forged in grave times by young men
Who held the lives of each for the other.
Oh, to once again form ranks with all of us
Who were once that Unum from the Pluribus
And rise to the call of cadence, sung sharp and clear,
Holding sway o're a platoon of ground-crunching boots.
My faithful ones, my brothers-gray,
You did not shy from the call to obey
The just tradition of those who stood
Their watch in the shield of freedom.
You fought for liberty on Concord Green and Lexington,
Belleau Wood and the Marne, Normandy and Iwo Jima; Inchon
And Chosin, Ia Drang and Khe Sanh; (a Cold War twice inflamed)
From Ramadi to Nuristan, and places unnamed.
When our flag is on parade and some take a knee,
The Red, White and Blue is the veteran’s guarantee
Paid for with the Sacrifice, Courage, and Honor
Of those whose remains they dishonor.
It is to you America and the world owe thanks,
(Steadfast guardians of freedom’s frailty)
For now your sons and daughters join ranks,
Defending liberty with life,
And risking return interred amidst cedar planks.
Copyright Paul Thomson 2020
The Map
Hence, reacting to tyrannical rule in 1776,
Delegates from the thirteen colonies met;
In Philadelphia, Pennsylvania,
To declare independence from Britannia.
Two years later, presentation and ratification,
Was signed enacting the ‘American Constitution,’
And the creation and formation to be made,
Of the ‘Republic of the United States.’
With government for the people by the people,
In three branches: legislative, executive, and judicial
Of checks and balances and co-operation,
Ensuring constitutional interpretation.
Governed by two congressional bodies and a president:
Elected by state and electoral college systems;
And an appointed Supreme Court of nine justices;
‘Equal Justice Under Law,’ approved by the US congress.
Between two oceans; and Mexico and Canada,
The map today displays a compression of forty-eight states
And two non-contiguous states, a federal district, and many territories;
‘E Pluribus Unum,’ that is, the American nation
Of race and heritage; ethnicity and diversity
Of its citizens, who stand to recite the ‘Pledge of Allegiance,’
While the ‘Stars and Stripes’wave in the air over the land,
As the eagle soars, signifying strength and freedom.
***
Note:
E Pluribus Unum: Out of many, one (traditional motto of U.S.A. since 1782).
The official motto is “In God We Trust,” which was adopted in 1956.
the leaders of tomorrow bravely take to the dais
justified their precious life,
liberty and pursuit of happiness -
stolen under their figurative nose)
asper an unparalleled heist
recouping quintessential basic human rights,
and will NOT yield an inch
(or any other minuscule amount),
if for no other reason
(and many more valid claims prevail)
such inalienable American birthrights
(codified decrees endowing freedoms -
tattered to shreds via frenzy of bullets)
guaranteeing harm inviolable unjustly out priced
sacrificed by lax second amendment spiced
within wanton murderous sprees wherein assassin
literally calls the shots (supplanting
assigned storied halls with din
of fire arms (acquired
from pennies on the dollar,
or bartered for a bottle of gin
within the underbelly (viz black market)
of society, where trigger happy jinn nee
as slaughter sans killing fields mount
with resignation vis a vis
tocollective shrugging shoulders prithee
and upend safe havens i.e. storied academic re:
deuce sing self preservation (UNFAIRLY)
to activist minded students tree
ting each day as a survivalist course, thus WE
as coined on legal tender (E Pluribus Unum)
MUST unite against love affair with pistols, no matter
one or more mere mortals
think Matthew Scott cray ZEE!
seems like ole man winter
aint finished doing business
whereat get dem self up
in fine fetters and cuss
madly jabbing, gesticulating,
and damning e pluribus
conveniently, deliberately,
and selectively forgetting unum
until...cupboards bare wren, emergency food stash
mice eaten, and refrigerator empty
and there you stand with a growling tum
hmm...perhaps hastening to the wine cellar
scrambling for a jug of rum
which ample downing might be
a panacea to hibernate,
and deeply slum
burr until dawg days of summer,
when fruit trees bursting,
and being alive feels plum
ripe with nary a worry in the world,
oh...mebbe best to telephone mum
(real name Chrys Anthem),
and share cornucopia
as life for thee goes hum
ming along swimmingly
and haint nuttin tuff heal glum
about, now take another sip
and breathe in from
smorgasbord mother nature didst spread
vibrant flora and fauna
sights and sounds rhythmically,
poetically, and hypnotically drum,
where the prevailing mood
finds one markedly chum
me scales fall from ones's eyes,
a former bummed out skool of hard knocks alum,
now just kick back and become seduced
while listening to chic chick hens roost
scampering, grunting,
and buzzing capers moost
pleasant since renaissance
of spring finally loosed.
Revisionist lies sold as materialistic truth
American tagged merchandise
voter bazaar discount barter
Stars and Stripes twenty-one gun salute
Intellectual dishonesty ... shifting core values
Leave compassion at the border,
separate the parents
from their sons and daughters
Patriotic homilies be the verbal proof
of wavy cloth loyalty
Stock-in-trade inventory
historic laden with broken promises
Scarlet splatters on the red clay
turned to native blues on a snowy day
Left a weeping trail
trodden down by immigration wagons
Surrendering fiery wails
doused by the conquering wine flagons
Assimilation arrows
pierce separated hearts
Grieving tears levee
swept away
by a bow flood
of drunken pride and conceit
Stone face archers standing at the top of the towers,
got their lip quivers full of
pointed poison gargoyle eviction power
Assimilation arrows
don’t wanna change the color of manifest destiny
Let the hawks chase away the sparrows,
give the hate crows the bald eagle iron claw victory
A pale pastime tale ...
American rote homogenized
Graven hope tossed down a wishing well,
Roman Republic truth bought as jingoist self-evident lies
E Pluribus unum ...
Assimilation arrows on a frigid, melting pot Mephisto fly
Immigration rejection
pierce the divided hearts,
whose pledge of undying love has been icily denied