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the spouse of william jefferson bitten
i.e. hillary clinton
appears tub bee foster ring ill fit ten
for tha role of president - cuz, she z currently hit n
objections viz potential intelligence violations -
no mo' trust dose heart melting con vince lion eyes
faw catapulting her vaunted term
as n impeccable secretary of state
earning in vince able kudos via fostered trappings
donning stern stance sparring with a mitten
over each hand, while her doth go a knit n
resolutions to global conflagrations
though now, the public at large
(myself included) nada sit n
so comfortable per recent traction less record smitten
via questionable activity encompassing sensitivity of email
thus, she may see duff feet written
as primary elections draw candidates at bat
thee aforementioned democrat
sharp and whip smart -
though responding to queries
somewhat mechanical and flat
tis understandable (to me) -
how media hounds buzz like a giant gnat
she generally maintains
(in my opinion) steadfastness
indicating strengths to grapple
with worldly wide webbed woes
without tossing in/out figurative hat
n might be regaled with courtiers unfurling a tartan scottish mat
while tight security maintains vigilance
against bad company, who could spat
or risk hurling little rocks
and/or vials of corrosive acid from the white water vat.
The many positives of Covid
Well for me there have been plenty
I live alone inside my home
The year is 2020
Just a soupcon of neighbours
in the past I have known
And if perchance
one day we meet
we smile
as we greet with
a welcome salutation
Though sadly little time is spent
in deeper conversation
as we rush off in a hurry
no time to share our latest worry
Since starting many lockdowns
within tiers one, two or three
We watch out for each other
Even meeting up for tea
Outside we meet on our green square
As each one brings a summer chair
Laughing and chatting to those who are there
and gently inhaling the fresh sea air
We are getting to know folks
who’ve always been there
Such a friendly community
now prevails in our block
of various apartments
I reside at the top
If we have any worries
On their doors we can knock
Social distancing practiced
with our masks and hand gel
We are all keeping safe
We are all keeping well
As we sit on our sun chairs
Friends come and friends go
But now if we need them
We know where to go
And during the summer
A talented man
Regaled us with music
Beethoven ~ Chopin
Enticing each note from
his silver Euphonium
A treat for our ears
so much better than tears
And discovering he lived
on the opposite side
Never knowing his name
or from whence he came
Playing music for our souls
We may never be the same again...
So seeing what Covid 19 has done for me
Making me aware of new friends that were there
For that I give thanks for many friendships forged
Showing my appreciation with a round of applause
But ending each day as I look to the sky
Remembering with sadness the thousands who died
Their lives have now ended in a terrible way
I’m eternally grateful for every new day
Reflecting…
13th December 2020
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FIRST PLACE
Though a delicate fever reeled on,
with zest, I stood up from the bedside
and prepared a racy jiggle of dance steps,
beneath a dappled Capricorn morn rising.
Like a young pixie in dreamy wonderland
guided by notes of a band’s entranced songs;
my hands trailed away around the room,
while male escorts gracefully led the pace.
Eighteen roses and more adorned a hall
enlivening my cheeks reddened by bliss,
while velvet toes regaled in eased motion
unmindful of a high fever which lingered on .
Radiant in a crimson gown sewn by Mom,
O joyous Dad grasped me for a slow waltz
to highlight a crossing unto adulthood
as new moon flashes a debutante's snapshots!
Judy Konos' Contest:Let's Hear It
2/8/2016
~ Memoirs of my debut at age 18,
sophomore college
where abhorrence towards
encroachment on erosion of
basic inalienable rights
doth not abate
and clampdown on exercising freedom of speech
squelched courtesy jackbooted thugs
who violently interrogate
supposed miscreants who berate
whereat within cradle of democracy
where forefathers/mothers didst create
the figurative spadework to cultivate
the safe haven
where citizen bankers can debate
videlicet parry and thrust against
those who eviscerate
life, liberty and pursuit of happiness
where the commander in chief doth fulminate
against hard fought democracy
once honored now squelched
expressions banned protesting
disallowing exhibiting any
lauding freedom banned
once cherished fête of course in my dreams
where Tony the Tiger
ranks as one hip cat gr-r-eat
showcasing adroitness
with ability to turn a phrase
evident if we could arrange a tête-à-tête
where immortality doth wait.
Pacifist bard of Perkiomen Valley
regaled at Alpine Fellowship conclave
regarding erosion of Democratic rights grave
alarming usurpation of power - Republicans
each and every one a nasty and brutish knave
intent to pronounce decree sentencing
every *****sapien to pave
back breaking laborious bloody path
trumpeting, signaling and attesting slave
versus master linkedin relationship
essentially scuttling emancipation proclamation
forced to pledge flag of servitude
amidst wreckage broken souls
washed away courtesy totalitarian wave.
Foreclosure on purported inalienable rights
though hard won freedoms crimped
foregone conclusion demanding
to stage coup d'état and overthrow autocrat.
Don't come to my house,after all.
Our Weimar Republic Governor,
regaled..." Ten people, that's all"
If you want to dance must be 20
feet away?
I heard a liberal state is outlawing
kissing soon, as they take more
freedoms as we allow them to have
their way?
Too bad there's no masks for eating
turkey legs.
I don't know how to eat with a mask
on....create one, I humbly beg!
I still am grateful with a governor
like others, who has the Nazi insignia
tattooed on their backs.
Pretend liberals, they, taking each
Constitutional right away.
"In Covid We Trust" should be imprinted
on our coins.
Or worse yet, burnt into our loins?
Zoomgivng, they highly prefer.
As fear replaces all holidays, I think
only the brightest of you may concur.
Many still love all the fear going on.
Mostly nonsensical, inflated numbers,
especially if you have that station on.
Lastly, the craziest idea, "there is no
Covid in CA in strip joints."
But churches and schools are filled with
them?
Dude, my head does not come to a point!
Football is in full swing!
So is the topless girl with pasties and bare
bottomed, allowed open on Thanksgiving!
Ah, fear, how I loathe your face!
I wish I could remove you from our human race!
Happy Thanksgiving, may the Governor burn!
He had a Party in Napa last nigh!
Now it's all Californians turn.
11-19-2020
I'll not journey to the moon and leave rubbish there.
Thinking of all the junk left behind is hard to bear.
~ thoughts of the poet
No trace of trespassing on the moon should be kept.
I scorn the lack of mankind's judgment for being inept.
Footprints should have been swept before flying home.
Into realms of outer space mankind chooses to roam,
leaving junk strewn on moon... pieces of a robot,
a golf ball, a flag planted by the hands of an astronaut.
The moon is not a dumping ground for what's left behind.
It ruins the concept of a radiant moon that's been maligned
when her glorious beauty should be regaled and enshrined.
There should be a sign posted by The Guardians of the Galaxy.
"Luna is not a refuse heap for man's rubble and debris.
If you must visit, show her deserved respect and use integrity.
Take your rubbish with you as you leave this property."
The Guardians ~ with irrefutable authority.
The Whos down in Who-ville have no reason to dread
The fake skinny Santa wearing a coat colored blood red.
They sleep soundly, delighting that tomorrow is Christmas Day.
One tiny Who, Cindy Lou, comes up to fake Santa to Say,
“What you doing? I need a drink, Mr. Santy Claus!
He jumps back in horror, putting up his Grinch-like claws.
He puts her to bed with a lovely pat on her head, fancy—free
Then he steals all their presents, and takes their beautiful tree.
He is angry at Christmas, for it humiliated him once upon a time.
He goes house to house, taking all he can get, stealing everyone blind.
His sack gets bigger and bigger, and he gloats as all through the night,
He takes all the ornaments and gifts from Who-ville, even their lights.
As he is starting up Mount Crumpit to dump all of their things
He hears the Who’s come to the town square, and all of them begin to sing!
His heart grows to three sizes, as he hears those happy sounding Whos.
With the strength of ten grinches, he grabs the sleigh he is about to lose.
With a flourish he and his reindeer-antlered dog, Max, decide to save the day.
They head down to Who-ville, and I mean right away.
To his delight, no one is singing “You’re mean one, Mr. Grinch.”
He stops the sleigh next to Sally O’Malley, her admiration a cinch.
Cindy Lou Who yells “There is Santy Claus Now!”
He is photographed with her; their shoot a big wow.
The town gives him a medal and brings in a band.
He is regaled a hero that day in Whoville-land.
A signature move
A classical look
Whether shopping down town
Or just reading a book
You would never undress
That space round your neck
A gent to the last
A quick twizzle and check
Your knots were so tidy
All shapely and neat
A full Windsor for sure
Always sharp and replete
Never unkempt
Was the message you'd send
The Master of Ties
Straight and true 'til the end
I think you'd be proud
Of the honour we shared
With the people you loved
All your laughter unspared..
Never straight laced
Always happy to chat
A man of the people
We'll all give you that
So your ties now recline
In dozens of places
Bringing smiles flooding back
To the beautiful faces
All regaled by your joy
You generous man
We'll hold on to your style
Whenever we can
Not just silky adornment
Bought from Burton or Next
A legacy deeper
Like a mirror reflects
All the military style
All the gentle precision
You have captured our hearts
With no need for revision
It's with pride we remember
Those your neckline once flattered
For your love will remain
As your ties they are scattered
With the people you cared for
Not just few but so many
For you touched us all deeply
Far much more so than any
I saw a twig from beneath the snow
Yet, nothing from this image proved
That life survived or life let go
The will or jewel or soul less moved
To be described or cherished, no?
What bright sunlight once regaled
The splendor of its name to know
Or girth of shade less height narrated
By friend or foe.
Beneath its benevolence survived
The warring tide of greed and pride
In selfish arrogance revived
The fate of many to provide.
Long ago, days less renowned
Witnessed steadily nature’s tide
When forests grew tall and sound
On healthy unpolluted ground.
Those days were numbered by God alone
Who created everything known
That one day this tree would die
In corruption lie.
No longer proud beneath the snow
Only memories would we know
To place in mind that like our kind
We share this fate to find.
The last faint glimmers of yesterday fade
The flooding eve carries dark the remains
And pour upon the page of the great annal-book,
Open layed
The day's discoveries
Losses and victories
And the stark realities man tries evade
To only be to be faced some further day—
Scribed on some further page
Like memories regaled in our old age
That prick truth strange
Friends and enemies interchange
Love spreads wide its wings
Comforting
As we look on fragile things
Dreams and hearts shattered along the way
That seem now where the bitter walks of destiny
Trailing to an end befitting a life story
None may know, but me.