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A former slender man (lapsed Unitarian anorexic)...
deplores adipose tissue gain
No Holiday music can soothe savage beast
washboard abdomen weight watcher's dream fleeced
skinny bag of lovely bones permanently leased
body snatcher somewhere amidst policed
madding crowd of carolers singing,
where mine sinking spirits ceased
rising today December 18th, 2020
analogous how unleavened bread
(i.e. matzo) lacks yeast.
I loathe shucking clothes,
(no matter eyes severely myopic)
in preparation for here goes
another warm shower quickly
relaxing this senescent
body ready to doze
soon after lathering
this blubbery body
most unwanted fat grows
on me, no matter healthy diet
of worms, or how I stand,
not so easy (Etsy) as add a pose
zing losing battle – Mary Jo's
if and geeze us of bulge ill flattering
particularly quiverly, sans white
"WALL" tire tread fully goes
steely belted around lower
abdominal area like lava floes
siring unsightly expose
yore squishy Jew dish priestly
punchy, plasma paunchy, gristly...
pillow like marshmallows
fittingly, rotundly soundly
identical with other schlep
tin (tin tabulation) grungy hobos,
this lap pissed lard (lord) Who Lee
bemoaning, how ilk readily knows,
where unwanted bulky flab...
most detested - hence Corp Yule Lance
leaves noth thin to noblesse oblige,
know bull eats obese,
anorexia nervosa or chance
barking out orders reminiscent, when he
hapt tubby a caller wannabe at
weekly square and/or contra dance,
now requisitioned to insulate
and excessively enhance
body electric can be mushed
into likeness of fleshy France
or repurposed into expanse
resembling any country,
whose name Kants
be easily pronounced, and historical
events glommed together recognizable
as Ataturk with a lance
bequeathed to rule World advance
sing gluttony as his divine providence,
thus requires deep dish allegiance
(non - fiber - binding contract)
for eats and make decadent
every fleshpot gourmand
stretching consumer cellular
skein to capacitance
bestowing guaranteed deliverance
with their rolling
ballooning massive circumference
into orbit with Earthly moon officiant
eternal fondue irrelevance!
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Very little mercy remains in the modern approach to euthanasia; it has become a contradiction in terms. While the concept may sound ethical to outsiders, for the immediate family it often boils down to sheer economics, moving far beyond a simple legal subject. Even when legal systems allow mercy killing after lengthy deliberations, it is restricted to the passive type—forcing both the patient and their relatives to endure silent pain for an extended period. In desperation, the final lines of this piece are written one foot longer to mirror that agonizing, drawn-out struggle.
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Silent my heart goes to souls long in strife---
To those in ailing beds, to drooping chins,
In hope who treat as god the mute machines
Linked to lifeless wires, breathing borrowed life.
The life in coma may no longer feel,
But those who tend them pick an humble pie,
And suffer worse in watching loved ones die,
The sick may fade, the wardens feel great ill.
Poor patients live a life of virtual corn,
In beds of death to nameless numbers turn
In health-care shops whose ways and means we mourn,
Whilst loved ones watch blind to the goings-on.
These wealth-care shops, not health, have one-way lanes
Called ICUs, hidden black-holes so mean,
Each life policed by a callous machine,
While near and dears peep through the window panes.
Nurses come and go taking copious notes,
While monitors keep up robotic beat,
Pump blood, but scarce the life as human treat,
The doctors deign, but where are rescue boats?
Intensive care goes too extensive now,
Expensive too as measured by the bills,
While pockets pinch, the wounded, weary wills,
What price is life? The dying shows us how.
The fate must rest on medical mercy,
On chance, not choice, the game will end one day,
When switches flip, poor life is left to pray,
The patient, impatient, pleads: end my agony.
Yet, mercy killing, barred from the halls of ethics,
Is left to wail elegies on economics!
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Musings | 02.04.2011, revised Sept 2026| care, compassion, death, life, Elegiac lyric
Note: One may read also two more pieces on the subject: In search of dignity (04,03.2011), and Gentle unto death (02.10.2008).
Stand straight - stay unaffected
They're watching your every move,
If not they have reason -
And no one will believe you
Your heart will say panic,
But your head knows to be quiet,
It anchors your survival
Smile, but not with teeth,
Polite - but not too scary,
Remember our teeth breed fear
Don’t make eye contact,
The police are looming near -
And they are awaiting the call of a white woman's tears
Don’t speak, unless spoken too,
Don’t be too loud -
Again they will call the police on you
Speak softly, because -
Softness equals professional,
If this is too difficult -
The mirror is a great practice tool
The doves arrive, gentle creatures
heads bobbing as they walk,
plucking stray seeds blown free across the ground.
Paired matches, clutching together
in the softly shadowed rays
of early morning sun to welcome the day.
Peerless counterparts, solitary and alone
scanning the demarcation zones
marked and policed by energetic squirrels.
Boundaries are set, locked in place
periphery margins of time and space
held orderly by the season.
Winter, spring, majestic intertwined interludes
painted purple, black, blue, creamy orange
by intermittent cold and warmth rising and falling.
Signs of the time, forewarning harbingers
of time cycled in conscientious discreteness
dandle acclimation to greet the age of change.
The doves come, peering through the gleam
of light and its reflected mirrored surfaces
long methodic glances at the systematic march of time.
Destroying liberty
takes away all self respecting good
Indoctrinating children into false beliefs
positions of power overturning values
Removing the way of the cross
from teachings underhanded acts
displayed against peace creates division
Replacing it with false doctrine
Shame I say on our state bodies
Unholy are the ways of pride
blind bats of envy filled with greed kills soul's
With your riches obtained by lies and deception
hidden by corrupt lawmakers the truth reveals
secrets a dark side yet to be addressed and policed
Heritics against the temple of our Lord's words
all the virtues of heaven are being removed
slowly as morals are the twisted visions
against a familie's respect and true guardianship
views on rearing has now come with a controlled status tag
Spear of destiny
I will kneel to serve you only
I pray for the white horsemen to come back
and cleanse this world of its sickness
that plagues our future generations
through ugliness lust holds position over truth
How many out there
How many are left
That policed these horrors
That left families reft
Survivors, their ancestors
News to tell
Demjanjuk the accessory
Last of your camps Hell
His liberty gone, free since 1952
Deportation granted, his health astrew
Tell that to the thousands, he never bothered to save
As the rains fall, tears on their graves
No matter their age, condition their in
The damage is done, they pay for their sin
At 89 his life's end is near
But freedom he had, not the thousands he speared
The trial and conviction will take its course
Will this evil show remorse
Sentence given as the Judge speaks
Sobibor weeps, now Sobibor Sleeps
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-2.php
Has anyone noticed the praising of Trump has stopped?
Maybe they no longer believe he's the cream of the crop.
Have they finally realized he's a repulsive, fascist beast
who has ordered American cities to be brutally policed?
ICE arrives masked and armed, grim reapers wearing black,
creating chaos on countrymen, hell bent on the attack.
Have the blind eyes of his legions finally come awoke,
and on their words that glorified him, do they now choke?
Revenge belongs to the righteous One. It's not ours to take
1st Amendment right to peacefully protest, do not forsake
We can offer our prayers to the legitimate Prince of Peace,
asking for the grueling violence in American cities to cease.
I detest red hats that promise to make America great again
What will it take to shut him up and his power to restrain?
There's a purple hat saying that the laws should be upheld.
The Constitution is law, and ICE invaders should be expelled.
"We the people..." what do these three words mean to you?
I don't think we the people are to blame for the hullabaloo.
If you could add a line or two, what would you have to say
about the ICE raiders? How would you make them go away?
*I really hope I don't feel the need to write about this lunacy again.
** Is there no fix for the glitch of giant sizing the images we attach?
backyard helicopters create
ass-sending noises that...
disturb whole neighborhoods
so...threats of disturbance are policed...
america blocked 'russian missiles to cuba'
there was a stench to their presence...
that would keep u.s. citizens awake
now...threat's of disturbance get policed again and...
the russians blocked nato nukes from their backyard
missiles carry a stench that scream their presence...
with such disturbing constant political threats
that...the media has replaced tiring virus reports with...
a cowboy style political saloon poker-game stand-off
with excessive soundings of hollow overblown threats...
all because the ukraine leader is a former comic
thinking...his nato and missile talk would be taken lightly...
stans sand
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Ominous,
a mere word,
cost short of a grain
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from The Sahara.
As the grass turned pallid,
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all the fronds of the palms,
sickly hung--face vain,
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scolds the grounds.
First, votes NO--second, votes valid,
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and the town will be policed,
who will detain
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them all as storm leaves.
Sensed of a tossed salad
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effects more updates, by a weather crew source.
Need searchers for missing--hurricane g-force.
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*We seem to attract hurricanes, we just had a 4-nighter thunder storm. We've rainbows--sometimes several--looking for us on those joyful teary dripping days, but after days like these, nobody 'searches' for rainbows. We've had our first angel, near my alma mater town. Two brothers swept out to sea, the eldest swam back, his 14 year brother old was never found. Many prayers then and now as we brace ourselves for this El Nina year.
To be a good father You already have to be a good man But apparently he couldn't be either guess it was just easier For him to be just like his father
Him being a black father Made it harder The stereotypes That followed him around That policed He probably internally agreed He felt it must've been better for him to leave Or Maybe he just doesn't love his kids enough to stay It must've been his generational way
His children understood As best as they could That his father was ed up They just thought he would give them a better childhood
They weren't mad just disappointed They felt neglected Felt unprotected By someone who was supposed to love them They felt stupid They felt empty, like they shouldn't have existed
As they grew up They saw all the other present fathers The pain Of it all began to hit harder They began to wonder If they even mattered
As the years continued on That pain grew stronger Their fathers absence Constantly haunted them Their self hatred grew deeper No amount of therapy made it easier They would always feel inferior
They would never forgive They would never forget