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I swung with a vengeance but missed that damned fly
The breeze I’d created caused him to pass by
My electric racquet in underarm mode
Still failed to make that bluebottle explode
It filled me with hate as it buzzed round my plate
I swung and I swung and became more irate
That foul little demon was soon to be dead
As soon as it took itself off of my head
Now, I’m not a coward in anyone’s book
But I’m in no hurry to smell my brain cook
I angled my zapper to strike as it rose
And almost set fire to the tip of my nose
It flitted at speed like a Pac-Man on heat
But I am a human… I will not be beat
My dinner was cooling and it wasn’t salad
I’ll murder that fly and then write me a ballad
Overarm, underarm, back-hand and flip
My energised racquet was firm in my grip
At one point it landed on chandelier-high
And I had to wave that light fitting goodbye
My sausage was cold (can we please keep this clean)
And I had become a fly killing machine
A back somersault and a cartwheel or two
My electric racquet had flashed neon blue
Poor little Tiddles, she trusted me so
Her recuperation has some way to go
But I’ll give her cuddles and snuggles and then
I dearly regret that I zapped her again
Twas kinda Dick Whittington, but in reverse
Tiddles left home and I don’t know what’s worse
My poor little kitten is out on her own
But that demon-fly is at rest on my phone
How great the temptation to say what the hell
And batter that fly and my iPhone as well
But then it took off and it sped through the air
I swung and I swiped and set fire to my hair
Okay I confess; just a few hairs got singed
But I don’t have many and that’s why I whinged
In anger I swiped at the sound of its hums
Which came close to giving me two deep fried plums
How bloody long can a bluebottle live
My electric racquet and I cannot give
Yet more gymnastics to vanquish our foe
As I shoot some volts through my right hand big toe
I whirled like a dervish and now on a mission
I swung like a thing that had infra red vision
But, boy, did I cheer at the quiet little ‘phut!’
As that fly took a window to find it was shut
***
But now I feel guilty for I’ve done okay
Though I don’t know who saw me swinging away
I owe my new job to that small airborne menace
My local school wants me to teach the kids tennis
Taking a vacation
After being a patient
Is a very interesting prescription indeed
What do you mean?
One option could be to choose
Relaxing on a cruise
Could this make the former health care captive better?
Or will the sea heir stomach up setter?
With that attitude
Stay at home and be rude
Visit each port
Take a tour of sort
Reflect on history
And discuss the fluffy academic mystery
Answers may come
While having fun
Another idea could be
Involving the sea
A simple drive to the beach
That is realistic and well in reach
Sit on the sand
Drinking a favorite brand
While listening to the ocean issuing its commands
When it bashes down
With its pounding sound
This natural voice
May assist in making a difficult choice
Another way to recuperate
Book an outdoor adventure date
Go to a National Park
Stay after dark
Listen to the wildlife there
And be calm when encountering an innocent scare
Trust will come again
Especially when
Enjoying toasting marsh mellows with a Big Bear named Ben
Finally there are desert resorts
Claiming many fetishes in their fort
A card to be revealed
With a show being a nice deal
Electricity that has a trance
Stimulating the body’s emotion when watching the talent dance
Taking a vacation
After being a patient
Could be a good move that is right
By leaving the health care fight
Still having life
With all its might
You have made a big impression
On my whole recuperation
I’m forever in your debt
And i will never forget
The way you pulled me from loves war
Letting my heart know the score
There’ll be no more aprehension
Since this battle has been won
I know longer have to fight
You came along and made things right
Chasing away calamities
Causing all my injuries
Your healing hands have opened up
My heart that has been sealed shut
From hate that has been magnified
Surrounding me from every side
I thought i would have to retreat
But your loves helped me defeat
The pain that we sometimes possess
Leaving us in bad distress
Until the lucky day we find
Help to leave it all behind
328.
The Shriek of the Decapitated Hydra
Iiiiiiiii…It hurts! How hot is the amputation…
Committed by the blade of your bloody weapon?!
But watch out for the result of your transgression?
Wiiiiiiii…Witness! Here it grows again! See my recuperation!
Now double your trouble! Double your damnation!
Hahahahahahahahaha! Poor Hercules! You've got a harder operation!
Iiiiiiiii…Intolerable! Another chop! Another daring action!
Don't you know it'll be the same situation?!
Grow! Grow another head! Let's move on!
Iiiiiiiii…Ignorant man! What a stupid person?!
Do not be blinded by your own illusion!
You have no match for this mighty creation!
Kiiiiiiii…Kill every source of his inspiration!
Let's end his brave, impossible mission!
He's nothing compared to our raging union!
Iiiiiiiii…Impossible! Why can't we carry on?!
Aha! One by one he's putting us into incineration!
Alas! Oh Lerma! Hear this Shriek of the Decapitated Hydra – a melting iron!
-02/03/2015
(Dumarao)
*Fallen Myths Collection
The visions beyond the enduring crisp of firmament,
wishes of ideal and escape into mental decadent.
Dreaming vacancies to the holy sane,
loving aspiration forever by gratitude of reign.
Childhoods play and magical thought wonderland,
where the impossible is the golden rule to understand.
Enchanted places and many self that only oneself really knows,
myriad of creatures in foreign worlds with all its bestows.
Wonder of heroic wealth by its absolute power trace,
image simulation molded and caught in transcendental space.
The dream weaver holds the levitating rotating globe at hand,
destinies favorite muse conducting with the magical wand.
The law of loves beauty in its own delicate retrospect,
never looses its enchanting wonder and surprise effect.
The castle of indomitable presence and sacred ground,
the worst of worst for recuperation found.
Shared stories sensing itself to the turning point of matter,
creating synchronized universes distinctive blue and flatter.
Seeing clearly know for all makes perfect sense,
the tincture of spheres colliding with residue of love immense.
You have made a big impression
On my whole recuperation
I’m forever in your debt
And i will never forget
The way you pulled me from loves war
Letting my heart know the score
There’ll be no more aprehension
Since this battle has been won
I know longer have to fight
You came along and made things right
Chasing away calamities
Causing all my injuries
Your healing hands have opened up
My heart that has been sealed shut
From hate that has been magnified
Surrounding me from every side
I thought i would have to retreat
But your loves helped me defeat
The pain that we sometimes possess
Leaving us in bad distress
Until the lucky day we find
Help to leave it all behind
BLACK AND BLUE FRIDAY
First – the carbo-loading
monster meal to sustain
the beast that drives
the cornerstone of greed
in mindless hunt for “bargains”.
Next – jockeying for position
awaiting the starter’s pistol
explosion of coupon bearers
storming the gates of ….greed
pursuing an empty, endless, need.
Feint right, fake left, bob and weave
position, position, timing
shuffle-step, reverse pivot
head fake and twist, break right
aisle 6, electronics, end zone – score!!!
Crazy dance, fire works,
no flags thrown, no penalties.
Game over. Ice and ibuprofen,
rest and recuperation.
AH, the joy of
BLACK (AND BLUE) FRIDAY.
John G. Lawless
11/21/2017
At last contentment is undulating around me.
The fragmented shards of discord quieted and still.
The year began in mayhem and ends in peaceful silence.
A ceasefire in hostilities; an armistice. Resolution.
In conclusion, I am happy with the simplicity I found;
the pruning of possessions, the clarity of clearing;
space, time, direction and a settling into certitude.
A period of recuperation; a time of renewal.
I reached deep into my soul and found a pool of tranquility.
Its waters cleansed and refreshed me and I splashed
its sparkling rejuvenation into the bleak crevices
of discontentment, emerging energised and whole.
Now contentment is undulating around me and I am strong.
I belong at last. The past is past and the future beckons.
The year began in mayhem and ends in peaceful resolution,
and, in conclusion, I am happy with the simplicity I found.
November 23 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Romans 1-3
Key Verse – Romans 1:7 … Grace to you and peace from God our Father, and the Lord Jesus Christ.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR GRANTING US
HIS GRACE AND PEACE
Praise be to God for granting us His grace and peace:
Called as His saints
Carved unto His seal
Commanded for His service
Charged through His Scriptures
Cleansed along His sanctification
Converted upon His sure settlement
Changed toward His standards
Corrected along His statutes
Contented around His satisfaction
Consecrated because of His secured salvation
Romans 2:4 Praise be to the Lord for
His goodness that leads to:
Repentance toward regeneration
Refreshment as well as rejuvenation
Readiness of rendering reconciliation
Restoration along His revival and renewal
Reformation amidst relieving recuperation
Recognition of His replenishment for rejoicing
Reward by His recompense and reinforced restitution
Romans 3:24 Praise be to the Saviour for
His redemption midst our:
Sinfulness by His pardon
Selfishness through His power
Sorrows along His steadfast peace
Sufferings because of His satisfying presence
Shamefulness and sadness along His promises. Amen!
November 23, 2024
Little Santa Helpers
Santa has outsourced his services to child labourers from Bangladesh they
fit zero-sized through chimneys much easier and the leaner they are the
better they share full of joy in the globalised feast of winter communion
Detached they are from ‘wrongful’ beliefs and so much happier for their distant
faithful relation to Christmas plus they are used to half naked toil with
loin cloths draped in native design and fig-leafed in the wider scheme of migrant
extortion minimum wage wasted on them but they might get some
tips from little children on other sides of divides if those can catch them in glee
But then there are milk ‘Ho Ho Beer’ and biscuits by the fireplace laced with
incense and Prozac not licensed for young ones maybe but the booze as willing
sign of cross-culturalization is surely inclusive and a Peace offering sponsored by
‘Alcohol Without Borders’ while the odd trace of Ritalin keeps ordered control
Santa is not really burnt out but neo-liberal delegation is the vogue of the month
and post traumatic stress drones and hoovers on his sick note nevertheless
as his bonuses and shares float on Panamanian waters and now he needs a lungi
as well instead of the red coat extra large without doubt as he burps in the sand
The Bangladeshis meanwhile chirp in silent frost bitten nights but at least there
are soot and ashes no sunburn sometimes carrots with broom sticks thereafter
almost a year of ‘social’ benefits homely rest recuperation free time for Mohamed
They scrub brush and sand their dehydrated skins by the Ganges until they come
to accept the ‘Terms of their Trade’ bow to diversity’s splendour and discern what
is dirt and what their skin colour and it’s the latter that keeps them employed
28th November 2016