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I say I'm a designer of systems, plans
Man's
Parts that stand together, set in place to serve
Trees and planets, too, which are unplanned by us
The observant, wise man
Tries to understand
Name the parts, pistil and stamen
Rocks, eskars
Elements.
Winter is shuddering to an end, mud roads
Cardinal pairs
Robin flocks return that will soon pair off
Buds
Soils swell
Will I live to smell it again, learn the lobelias
Understand and name the parts
It ought to be a great comfort to be so insignificant
Go among weeds, a wind
Thinking to myself
One's never alone
A dichotomous key is needed, a book of twigs and fruits
Accumulated over time and generations
Without it mine would be a blank mind
To be blank but knowledgeable
Without any machinery
In a perfect silence
That is the definition of death for which we have only to wait
But in my panic last night I thought death's inert
Grace requires consciousness
Hold on long to the senses
At least a century, maybe more
A boy hanging upside down from a fence at sunset, counting clouds
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Now we go to our daily practice
And chosen disciplines
Sustained by the satisfactions of being good men among our fellow men
Women
Choosing to do this and not that
With the finite days allotted us that at first seemed like a lot
They're now few
But the chickadee's life to the chick and the cankerworm moth's to the
worm
Seem as long to them as ours to us
What question am I asking today
By now, past half a century, I should have chosen a discipline
And been satisfied
To be a war president one must have war
May you live in interesting times?wish or curse?
Squirrels, high in oaks,
Fiber, fat and protein in acorns
Strong runners, leapers, climbers
Should stay off the roads which some cannot avoid being where they're
born
Natural selection is occurring
Those that look for machinery in motion
Hesitate or don't as needed before crossing
Live in larger numbers than those whose modus operandi's
Guessing
The ravens eat the fur and guts of bad guesses off the roads
I impose my own small order
Having chosen mountains over plains or shore
Go to my daily discipline
And estimate the motions of the seas and stars
Measuring my satisfactions by my children's satisfactions
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Date Written:3/22/2022
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Black Cat Contest Judged: 4/3/2022
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I see you got expensive shoes,
But you couldn't pay someone to screw you.
You walk around all day thinking you're hot as fondu.
Yeah, you got cheese,
And you think that makes you an OG.
Well, let us just see.
Yeah, we'll put that to the test.
You think that you're the best,
But you ain't got enough to put together a mess
Of words to make me feel less
like a man. When I'm done, you're gonna guess
At where you went wrong
Because this is a fighting song.
This verse ain't short, it's long
Because I'm going to rip you apart like I did your mom
Last night with my massive...
I'm blasting through this battle.
I'm amassing nukes.
I'm everlasting, dude.
You ain't got what it takes to be passing, fool.
I'm a master, you
Are just a massive douche.
I'm gassing you.
You ain't gonna be able to pick it up before I come after you.
You'll feel like half a dude.
I've got a magic spool
Of yarn that keeps flowing
Like my words to make you realize I'm glowing
with power.
This is my hour.
I'm going to shower
You with disses like my granny waters a flower.
It's just gonna keep coming.
I'm running through and busting you
Like I'm cutting you and bussing through
I'm gonna be slapping you silly.
This ain't no willy nilly, speaking like a hill-billy.
"I ain't got nuttin 'a say"
What's wrong with your brain
You should have known it was a mistake
To go up against someone as messed up and insane
As me.
I'm king of the ring.
Your girl was a one night thing.
Just a quick fling.
Almost done now,
But before I dip I'm going to go to town
On you so that you make sure to stay off my ground.
Yeah, I'm going to make you bow down
With this final roast.
I don't mean to boast,
But you can't bring enough heat to toast
Me, let alone host
these competitions. But don't give it to me.
Once I'm done with the beat,
You better know I'm gone like a ghost.
I'm on the Friends with Benefits level with your sister.
Your cousin calls me her mister.
Yo auntie wants me to fist her.
And now your bestie told me she got blisters.
I told you I was gonna make you wish ya
Had never stepped to me.
I'm the best, ya see.
This battle had cost you and the next ain't free.
I am getting old now, I can only turn over
They can’t get me to run, but I not all done.
My valves are leaking, I often misfire
My fuel gauge will sputter my heart will flutter
I go for checkups, and get the approval sticker
I do get some flattery about my die hard battery.
I mind the cold and I mind the heat
My engine will pump an extra beat
I’m careful what I put in my tank
High test gas but no added salt
My plugs ignite and fire, but my arteries are clogged
Fuel stabilizers are added, but forget the ice cream malt.
My air cleaner is dusty, my hood is rusty
I often hear a thump, but it’s only my heart pump
I used to be a red deuce coup, now I can’t make the loop
I have so many dings that my old age brings.
I enjoyed being in the derby race, but now I’m at a turtles pace.
Ted Mack had suggested Geritol to build up my speed,
Unfortunately I cannot get any pep in my step.
I really need a good scrubbing, and a set of new tires
Don’t need a lot of tools, just some wrenches and pliers.
As you can plainly see my memory is off kilter
Hard to write and rhyme, slow engine bogged up mind
I go to the shop, the mechanic checks me out
I often forget what to say, therefore I need a proctor.
But when I can’t spin and blow up the dust
Then I roll into the office to see my doctor.
I’m all over the road, hard to stay in line
Vertigo sets in, I’m sure I’ll be paying a fine,
My engine would really revive up
Now it only idles, my get up and go takes awhile.
This classic old clunker is just like me
It made this opportunity to write,
Do you think I could remember it and recite?
I am this old classic, as I have traveled so far
Have tracks all around, and parts not found
My old chassis and my grinding gears
Will still get me around for several more years
I can still go, perhaps a bit slow
I go for health checks and pee in the cup
I stay off the highways to avoid a pileup.
So now you know the similarities of me and my car
They’ll put me in an auto auction some day,
My horse power is now like that of a donkey
Resting in the garage, I am here to stay.
8/22/21
"Nauseous"
Getting closer to Autumn
In deep thought near a marble column
Always doing things that lead me quickly into a coffin
Overlooked, abused and forgotten
Felt like I had zero in common
So I kept staying solemn
Because people are quick to turn it into a problem
By being rotten
Others are fast to play opossum
Yet they still plotted
Making others suffer, so the profit
Goes into their own pocket
You can eat dog s***
Mouth always running like a faucet
Below still and moving objects
It's always been a contest
Regardless of the concept
Usually am, but was not all that cautious
Waking up feeling nauseous
Once in a blue moon, I'll really overdue it and vomit
These damn dabs of the chronic
I'm always on it
This ing liquor I can't stay off it
Yes I know, that makes me an alcoholic
It's honest logic
Only so much time is allotted
Stomach often knotted
Working occasionally outside, but usually in an office
It was a stroke of genius or thoughtless
It's been awesome or chaotic
Got shot with something caustic
And toxic
Had some wins but even more losses
They tell me I need to pray to god and wear crosses
Solitude and silence among near endless gossip
I promise
I'm no novice
It's going cosmic
Blood occasionally clotted
Molecules bonded
Lines still unconnected and dotted
Feeling alone and frosted
I'd treat her like a goddess
I want it, but she makes me feel unwanted
Taunted
Mind haunted
Yet still wearing an infinity gauntlet
Continuing to sip out this goblet
As folks display jaundice
Turning psychotic
Being obnoxious
Quick to cause conflict
Over written words or something said by a prophet
She looked like Pocahontas
And he looked like a Walrus
Friends with lifeforms that are aquatic
As well as striped and spotted
Like flies people that talk s***
Get swatted
Harder than Stone Cold Steve Austin
Signature move combined with a double rock bottom
What's been done was wise or preposterous
Impact small or colossus
I'm going on no matter if I feel exhausted
And downtrodden
For myself and others horizons shall broaden
His body cringed and whined in a terrible anguish,
Counted gasps of last breaths foreboding his hopeless waiting,
His master whom he longed to see before his soul will finally be freed,
Will no longer return and their memories in her mind may even fade.
It was his second time that he had been caught by stranger’s fatal decoy,
The crux of the matter was her absence, so who could save him once more?
Happy were the days when he was with her…given foods, bones and toy,
On his first food poisoning, he was revived by her - such a great joy!
His halcyon days since puppyhood were wistful things to remember,
So naughty he was… poop here- pee there but he was patiently cleaned by
her;
He closed his eyes on his baths to feel his body scrub and nail brushing,
So tidy, yet he must stay off the house while she was in the office, working.
He had encountered accidents many times as he roamed around,
By his dog’s name, he was so resilient in his master’s care and love;
To give back all the pet’s love and compassion, he closely guarded her,
Going out at night, he didn’t care the many dogs that barked to hinder.
He was a real smart dog, looked like a trained one by his master,
He sent her to the bus station, then went back to fetch her after work;
When time came that his master has to leave and work abroad,
She was forced to leave him and he was entrusted to their landlord.
Who could save him from danger and death for the second time?
As his breaths slowly drenched, his hope crumbled in a quarter dime;
No one could really replace the sympathy and care of a real master,
No one could no longer save the life of a very dear smart dog, Saver.
Giving a last kind gaze to his pseudomaster seated beside him,
As if begging, “ Convey to my real master that I’ll forever be her loyal friend,”
After lifting his right foreleg, he slowly laid it down back to the ground,
Finally, on to his eternal rest from all sleepless nights in guarding his house.
November 19, 2013 10.15. pm
©2013by Leonora Galinta
Miss Kitty Katt was famous in the small hometown of mine
And Buster was the town dog -- never knew a boundary line.
Miss Kitty knew no limits except those she had drawn
Which included one she’d posted -- “All dogs stay off this lawn.”
She made it known some time ago and everybody knew
That no dog ever was allowed – they knew what would ensue.
Buster and Tom were hangin’ out. There ain’t no doubt up to no good.
Just out there strollin’ in the hood – Looked up and there Miss Kitty stood.
Now Tom, he knew Miss Kitty -- and Buster was his friend.
And he recognized the trouble they both would soon be in.
Miss Kitty started hissing the way that mad cats do
She had been here many times before and knew just what to do.
She just made straight for Tom with fire in her eyes
Anyone who saw her knew her hate was not disguised.
Miss Kitty’s scream was piercing -- her intent, there was no doubt,
They were walking in her yard and she meant to drive them out.
Ol’ Tom he realized just what there was in store
Since he had also been here many times before.
It sure should draw some water that he was of her kind
But all ol’ Tom could think about was savin’ his behind.
Salvation soon trumped honor and Valor? --- Nowhere to be found.
Tom quickly realized he had no choice – he knelt down to the ground
Miss Kitty in her hissy fit soared right o’er ol’ Tom’s back.
And Buster stood there helpless to handle the attack.
What happened wasn’t pretty and Buster had no doubt
This crazy maddened mama cat was there to take him out.
Nothing could be said or done to change what was to be
When Buster, with a side step knocked Miss Kitty to her knees.
I suppose we’ll always wonder just what went on that day
When Buster and the Tom Katt just went out to play
The Morning News has brought up questions about this strange event
Like how Buster got his broken leg and where Miss Kitty went.
Cedars whisker the ditch along Possum Branch Road. Such small little fellers, hardly worth calling a tree. Some say haints put a spell on the whole two thousand arcres. Maybe so, maybe not, but leastways, the land wont grow even a decent scrub oak these days. Being mostly swamp, the creepy crawlers infest every rat hole and tuft of wire grass. The old run down Elizabethan house used to be a place of excitement back during reconstruction. It had the latest wood burners you could find in the south. Then the family started dying off- - - one by one. The old cajun Mammie came up with more fixins than you could shake a stick at, but nothing worked. The last one of the family died back in 1923. A marker in the small family grave yard still reads, "Here lies the last of 300 years worth of Deveroux. God save the Queen and these here states." Most of the markers are barely readable now, being so pitted by the weather. As long as Mammy lived, folks would drive their old buggies and rattletrap cars around the place. That's why they's that big bend in the road around it.
Anyways, you don't want a flat tire close to the place at night. There be a strange blue green light coming out from the small grave yard. Some folks say they suddenly had passengers in their back seats if they happened along at the right time. But I say, there ain't no right time for a rotton stranger to show up in your back seat, and not have a word to say. But remember one thing, if you are there at that house and a stranger shows up in the back seat, don't look straight at him. You will go blind for twenty four hours, and your food tastes rotton for a week. It's really bad because you just HAVE to eat somethin'.
So you best just stay off of Possum Branch road, even in the day time. There's folks out there that just ain't right.
Now, gather ye roond an ye listen well.
I have me a story, I have a tale tae tell,
Of a young man born near these hills of green
Who wandered these dales and was again never seen
Why he went there we may never know.
Where blood was spilt for the devil's throne.
We all know tis not a place t'be,
For tis a road leading to purgatory.
Some nights the devil screams n the old devil calls
He befuddles our minds with his cattawalls.
This may be how he got that poor wee man.
He got drawn out there for the evil plan.
He never struggled, never put up a fight.
His eyes had glazed, they had lost all sight.
But, once upon those moonlit plains.
His eyes awoke and ice filled his veins.
The moonlight pierced those nighttime clouds.
Exposing the evil that the darkness shrouds.
He tried to flee, over Hill and dale.
He tried to escape, but to no avail.
That devil whispered in his ear "ye have nowhere tae run and nowhere t'hide"
The youth,he screamed,he wailed and he cried.
Faster still and on he raced.
But that old devil followed and just kept pace.
On he ran and he could feel it near.
He could hear the whispers in his ear.
"ye should not have come, now ye cannae leave,
you're soul is mine ye'll get no reprieve".
That poor young soul knew he would surely die.
No matter how far he ran, or tried to fly.
I believe that Boy is running still.
I hear his cries so loud and shrill.
As nightfall comes on this cursed land.
You must watch out, for death's cold hand.
Lock ye widows an lock ye doors.
For When nightfall comes you stay off those moors.
If you listen hard on a moonlit night.
Ye'll hear his screams and ye'll hear his fright.
That wee young man is running still.
As that evil thing tries to make his kill
Good evening Mr. and Miss America,
We interrupt your lives for the following foolishness that's in your hearing!
Your president has just ordered our young men to go to war.
Mothers are in prayer but not so much fearing
Of the unknown death that's over on the other side of the world.
The money is getting thinner like blood shed
But for only those who died that seems like it's in vain or something like that.
In cold blood they are dead
And the facts are just the facts
Or something you're going to hear or they let you hear....
I am sorry in taking your precious valuable time
On news, no such foolishness, you are hearing in your ears
But it's hard too dangerous to say what's truth or a lie or if it can be define
But some twisted definition not used by Webster in order to be clear
And yet they say we are the "un-intelligent ones!"
It's a shame that our young ladies are stripping for money
Instead of doing something meaningful in their lives than that thing
But rather do shameless acts for shameless dollars you see
Making money the "easy" way out is not the way to do it my friend.
And it's a crying shame that our your men won't pull these pants up
Instead of letting them hang down for all the world to see
Your dirty little under wears like dirty little secrets
And dirty little lies
And dirty little lives
Until soon that dirty ol' bastard
Is in the dirty gutter
With some dirty needle in their duty arms
Or some dirty rope
Is round their dirty necks.
So brother you MUST pull up
PULL UP those pants
Unbraid that nappy, nappy head
And get a damn job
Or go to school
And stay off the streets!
And now we return you
To your interrupted life
In this messed up world....