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The jug spilt water, wetting the table
Now bent, twisted, buckled and warped skew-whiff
By flaw to twist coiled within the fibers
when timber dried, planed, sanded and dressed smooth.
How cruel for the carpenter who toiled
to make the table top lined-up and square
For the owner of the table so proud.
For the child who toppled the jug over.
Fatal flaw hidden within the fibers
coiled, primed and wound, waiting to be unleashed
By an event bound to happen one day.
For nothing here is insusceptible,
in a world ruled by entropy’s decay,
where order is a high energy state
and disorder is equilibrium.
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23 June 2017
Can't keep refusing it's on the hands of you
Is this the haunting image of hell I view?
So, to care or plead for my discreet silence
Weak hands are calling to you for guidance
Praying to get help for feelings that permeate
Like watching, hurting, rolled down a sewer grate
Gentle hands tapping a telegraph in dotted code
Seek to find salvation before all these feelings erode
Scared to run, diseases like this don't seem to phase you
Are the answers to it all, I read, found in a hard wooden pew
I wish I had your faults, there aren't many, but I have found a few
Wringing hands, no answers, come fly around my hell, all a skew
No blasphemy intended, no one nailed to the board
Once written, answers in time, by the pearl gate lord
A.B.C.
Little Tommy sat in class
Raised his hand, his hope to ask
If for a wee he could be free
Because he had a need to pee
The teacher said, okay with me
But nothing in this world is free
So you can nip out for a wee
If first you say your ABC
He started on the alphabet
And wondered just how far he'd get
He crossed his legs and went for it
And couldn't help but hurry it
He knew he could have done much better
Because he missed a single letter
He knew full well his A B C
But this is what he said you see...
A,B,C,D,E,F,G,
H,I,J,K,L,M,N,O...... Q...
R,S,T,,, U and V,
W, X,,, Y then ZEE.
Teacher frowned and tried to see
How he could skew his A B C
She said you mucked up, can't you see
Because you failed, you can't go wee
But can you please explain to me
Just where on earth did go the P
And Tommy answered with a hiss
It's running down my right leg, Miss...
And America became a culture in requiem,
cranky, fearful accustomed to the ambient muzak of decay.
A nation in retreat - uninformed, cowed, confused,
or sadly - too tired to care..
and thus..
The sons and daughters of liberty
prayed for a corrupt President
a tacky, loutish and apoplectic
leader of thieves
to bring hopelessness to the masses
to hide old crimes and invent new ones
demolish treasured symbols
or rename them in his own tacky honor
and put our freedoms and safeties on ICE
to turn markets into frontlines
erode the trust and affection of allies
openly steal from the poorest
and promote literal disease by eliminating vaccines
to eradicate the insured and the employed,
whimsically skew markets to chaos
and strain, past breaking, blind justice.
Ironically, said prayers, like fabled wishes
were answered and the people rushed,
as if running with scissors,
most trustingly, into his sticky arms.
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Songs for this:
The End of the Innocence - Don Henley
Obladi Oblada - Serena Zee
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Doesnt that clip of Trump and Epstein leering at young cheerleaders at a Mar-a-Lago party - with Ghislaine Maxwell right behind them - look more like the Zapruder film every day?
daweb.us/bg/Jeffrey.Epstein.Trump.mp4
After all is said and all is done
By Michelle Morris
07/09/2021
After all is said and all is done,
can you face the truth?
Can you accept that you're a superstar
with nothing to lose?
Don't let your friends and family
hold you back from your dreams;
Don't let anyone get between you
and your self esteem.
After all is said and all is done,
can you make a choice?
Can you stand up for what you believe
and have conviction in your voice?
Don't let people or the media
skew your true beliefs;
Make sure that you have a backbone
when conflict you must meet.
After all is said and all is done,
can you count on yourself?
Will you put aside those restless nights
and years of living in hell?
Don't let the demons and monsters
try to eat you alive;
Your soul is made of stardust
and you are meant to thrive.
After all is said and all is done
will you live with no regrets?
What words would suit your
tombstone or legends of your quests?
Don't let this life go by
without giving it your all;
Be thankful for every chance
that isn't granted every soul.
© Michelle Morris, 2021
wing my loss) if grim reaper
came for das scribe as skew
ward poem attempted to infer, now
circling back to your queue
ped ditty linkedin with aforementioned
poppycock poo poo
merely a hypothetical premise aye drew
if my unexpected demise took place
husbanding half a motley crue
(ideally such unexpected tragedy
ideally tubby quick and painless)
without war ning, via internal bombardier
in tandem with luft waffe.
Sorry for rather somber tone -
but this psychological state
of yo dough less bro
affected by his reading,
autobiography coup (now, no idea titled tract)
d’état of Abraham Lincoln -
the author drew
my rapt attention (american history
strong interest) – whereby
past, present n near fee var few
chore wrenched with both
prized progeny persevering
(as they should) a path to hew
of their own making,
which steps toward emancipation
(worthy proclamation) for gentile or Jew,
these kindred (chromosomal byproducts
from countless chanced
genetic dice throws)
perhaps n uncle or aunt a bit loo
knee, perchance dna housed new
bile queen of the nile,
where (August) Caesar
didst hotly pursue
anyway....yes, lives of
deux darling daughters
un wii ting lee triggered flashback,
when self worth equaled zero
tricked, replayed, and generated
mine horror silent film
to rewind at nadir total fall out,
when anorexia nervosa did stew
underscore ring (four decades plus…) true
value of this moment colliding
with elapsing squandered
youth in rear view
mirror, unseen only
by ma doppelganger,
I now close with whew!
Perhaps like a lightning
bolt of clear out of the blue
rigor mortis (tenon and
three decades hence)
two thousand fifty nine if you
count from January 13th 2019, adieu
attest that day 9 months I did brew
in wound (of the late Harriet Harris),
now finds me loved ones
crying boo hoo,
after this stiff mortal
Earthling bid toodle loo
with symbolic casket
(carrying cremated urn of ashes)
remembrance attended
by gentile and Jew
sharing positive memories purportedly
about this nondescript
fellow they knew
mainly indirectly, poignantly,
and wickedly shot thru
with his insightful humorous scribblings,
plus magnus opus titled
"How do ye do,"
an informal rambling missive bereft
of any subject and
devoid with little clue,
the purpose of said hefty tome
out weighing The Federalist circa: knew
lee after American independence
Papers, written by true
purrs under the pseudonym "Publius"
but great (as a great doorstop), or
alight as tinder for barbeque
since many admirers never
read his text written in Hebrew,
fluency acquired spending
final years he grew
old, since automatic citizenship
granted based on genetic goo
plus Mediterranean climate helped promote
longevity to century his health did hew
thus naturally pronounced philosophy,
where he drew
quite a wide web asper the many
claims Matthew Scott did eschew
to maintain longevity (more
quackery than science), but who
could dispute glorious
principles, not to poo poo
analogous to placebo effect
harmless fervent coping methods,
whether to cure ague
interestingly enough he cited ack hue
puncture for a gamut of physical ills
as well he did advocate chew
wing food (after taking small bites)
until mouthful became pulpy slew
(proponent of Fletcherism), this to
exercise dentures in addition
to maximize stew
pen diss experience of simple
routine eating view
wing thoroughly good (by George)
said quotidian activity grew
tubby spiritual, similarly basic
functions in general did get skew
ward whereby meditation on intrinsic,
metabolic and scholastic
processes to name a few
added a dimension of enhancement prior to
exiting life into frontier mortals can only rue.
Poets who spew
Poets who haven’t a glue
Poets who use words
To intimidate and skew
Opinions twisted in division
Instead of healing societies wounds
When serving men are killed in cold blood
No matter my view
My heart bleeds for their families
Compassion is my vision
I am NO THUG
Notes: Dedicated to 2 police officers killed on duty in cold blood in New York City.
At the time of this tragedy, it is tasteless and crude to write anything at all that
Belittles men who serve. With all that has happened in the United States, concerning the police, let us remember, most serve and defend with pride, we must bring people together
Not divide and especially not spew hatred and falsehoods. God bless
The Wanderer
He wanders along on a path, of his own choosing
Seeking the wisdom to all life's winning and losing
He ambles along free, without a worry, not a care at all
His quest, though a simple one, now he cannot recall
A man of solstice, the only life he has ever known
This life is his, the only path his mind can condone
Always travels light, warm clothing to still the nights chill
A way to lay his head, a bed on the road, this is his life still
Set up a fire, to heat his sup and warm his travel weary bones
Rest by the dancing light, shadows creep into darkness alone
He stares into the fire, the cracking eases his very soul
Flames dance, the kaleidoscope mesmerizing him whole
Waking to the dawn of a new morn, the chill of a morning dew
Shivering, yawning, rubbing his eyes from last nights reside
Packing up what few belongings he cares to own
Reading for another day of solemn travels alone
He stays away from where people may mill about
As he ambles along his lonely, solemn walkabout
Another day, with Mother Earth, his one and only companion
Travelling aimlessly through mountain sides and canyons
Some distant memories, days long ago haunt him from time to time
Thoughts of a different life, faint and fleeting, lost in a paradigm
Seems so surreal, unsure of all these memories can be really true
Perhaps just a vivid lost dream, where imagination and reality skew
He walks his path, till he can walk no more
He walks this still, no other life to explore
He walks, nothing left for him to inspire
He walks till his life breath will soon expire
Some people speak of this lonely wandering man
Some people wonder, where his wandering began
Some people say, no longer he wanders, deaths chill
Some people pray, to this very day, he wanders still
Some people exclaimed, a wasted life, such a fool was he
Some people in awe and reverence, said he was truly free
Some people say, our lives, full of stress, hurried day by day
Some people wish, they could learn to be like him, in some way
5:02 AM Eastern Time Monday,
December 21
Location: 2 Highland Manor Drive
Schwenksville, Pennsylvania
40.2562° N, 75.4638° W
Daylight 7:21 am – 4:39 pm
9 hours, 18 minutes
Mine circadian rhythm pulsates bright
imperceptible increments of daylight
increase fantasy fanciful heavenly flight
as I imagine myself
Icarus fearlessly gaining height
blindly heading into sunbeam light
strongly advised courtesy experts to travel
toward nearest star at night,
nevertheless unbeknownst plight
awaits me should foolhardiness
skew sense and sensibility right
off kilter yours truly blithely soars
reins of waxed wings held tight.
Plus I, a garden variety generic guy
aging long haired pencil neck geek
who presently wonders why,
rare astronomical phenomena
hashtagged great conjunction doth defy
illusory phenomena whereby,
two largest planets of solar system
Jupiter and Saturn separated in the sky
by and bye
6 arcminutes at their closest point,
which was the closest separation
between the two planets since 1623.
Inhabitants upon solar systems far and wide
will find Earthlings and aliens alike
their curiosity well supplied
out of world event
sponsored courtesy monopolists,
who govern Geico and Nationwide
renown companies insuring property on hillside
made of ticky tack
indirectly, fueled, impacted, and launched
segregation and next of kin apartheid.
Unfair injustice heaped mainly
upon persons of color
playing race card basic rights to win
i.e. those beautiful people
gifted with darker skin
think swarthy complexion.
Hence motive to join reparations committee
(no time to wait)
linkedin with Cherry Hill, New Jersey
Unitarian Fellowship albeit remotely
suddenly aware white privilege,
I (sheepishly admit) ashamedly state
an unspoken mandate
to be positive force and help negate
(at least when I feel better -
yours truly plagued with panic attack)
and help eradicate
white supremacists trumpeting hate.