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Here are some fun things that happened
On that classic Candid Camera show
A man walked backwards on a sidewalk
People copied him, wouldn't you know?
A man wearing only tighty whiteys
Asked the hotel clerk for a room
A street cleaner starts cleaning the gutters
With a broom handle but missing the broom
A man was pumping gas at a gas station
It ends up costing eight hundred dollars
Obviously, the dial was tampered with
Strangely, he got hot under the collar
A lady is surprised by a job interview
Conducted by a six year old boy
A mailbox that says, “Have a good day!”
People didn't catch on to this ploy
This couldn't happen in today's modern world
Where everyone's on top of their game
Back then, we could all laugh at ourselves
Too bad the time's had to change!
© Jack Ellison 2012
Seething turbulent waters
Angry billowing waves
Ready to pound and crush
To pull under and punish
To churn and churn
And leave breathless
Gasping, fighting for breath
For LIFE
Angry...where once it was calm
Tranquil
Serene and deep
Oh, so deep
With treasures to be explored
With beauty to be seen
GRASPED
Felt and enjoyed
Now…..the storm is brewing
The waves cresting
Readying themselves to crash down
To obliterate
And exact revenge
For the sea is a force of nature
Not to be tampered with
It can mesmerize
It can allure and excite
Drench and envelope
With liquid euphoria
But it cannot be tamed
It WILL not be tamed
It will tame
Conquer
OVERPOWER
Devour and spew out
If not understood
If not appreciated
If not held in awe and respect
It can threaten one's very existence
And if it chooses not to destroy
It is sure to leave the foolish hearted
Lost
LOST at SEA
YES, I will leave you
LOST in MY SEA
Of ANGRY PASSION
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Hi…
My name is Ironic Zinc.
Too say the entire-less—
Slightly-off—
Voices echo throughout my inner being—as I…
Wonder-what—
Hat I may have thought—
Questionable words; form files their suited claims—
An accused, individual society remarkably remains…
Damaged goods we are—indeed...
Shore-lined banks cash-crop imprint—seed...
Fragmented normality scarcely separates cooperation—
Fears' hijack hope; microscopic humanity blurts humiliation—
Sun evaporates tampered matter; yesterday's conspire…
Man-lung-worm tapers; tomorrow’s desperate respire…
Hat I may have thought—
Wonder-what—
Voices echo throughout my inner being—as I…
Slightly-off—
Too say the entire-less—
My name is Ironic Zinc.
Hi…
Ironic Zinc (--)
Digital dose of pixels, my world of intrigue
where a front camera flashes my pretty face
Shares a picture-perfect life of travel, friends, love
like supermodels patronize, in thousands of poses.
Naive wishes sulking ,"It's still not good enough"
navigate a cluttered gallery of clicks in mobile.
As self-kissing pouts get lost in a vortex of emptiness,
a never ending portal of glued fixation stays alive.
Virtual images tampered away from reality
easy to delete memories, not so exciting enough.
Don't the eyes look so piercing?
Eyebrows a bit too crooked ?
Unbrushed hair needed some more dye?
Oh! the smile is not so well-seasoned.
Charm and poise plain okay, no aura, no style.
I edit and crop using sepia tone filters
Spontaneous magic touches on a tangible screen
emanates infinite snaps of photoshop beauty.
As I keep taking selfie after selfie after selfie....
A revelation to proclaim," I am in love with me"!
Dated 30th January 2020
Sponsor John Hamilton
Contest : Eight word challenge 1 2020 |
1. Spontaneous 2. Tangible 3. Patronize 4. Revelation 5. Portal 6. Navigate
7. Fixation 8. Intrigue
Mine dad in the 1940’s was an organ grinder huh!, in the high seas in the Navy. In the 1940’s
Lo, the clanging, bopping, banging of prepare containers foods. Large coppers pans and pots.
Put together meals by combining and heating the ingredients in various ways. Prepared bake fix knock up grub rustle up food meshing and mashing,
a preparing organ grinder hun!
See he tampered with seasonings and sauces interfere with manipulate forging, fiddling embossing be happening as to planned Navel foods.
Was an organ grinder
Most food was boiled in the and liquid was run out via taps sort of an Entertainer of meals
Clanging, clinging, metal spoons, forks, plates, pots and pans
Happen go on in the galley. Like he was a one who played a barrel organ in the streets. kinging and clanging pots and pans sounds.
An unimportant person who does what he is told to do would cook so the seamen could eat...
chef in the Navy
my dad was galley organ
grinder Navy Chef
Keeping the craft alive twas a Navy Chef Barrel organist.
Comes and gets it a handful of cooks wheel-turners are keeping the craft alive.
There was an open fire at the back for spit-roasting and seamen
So could apply to use it if they caught a fish three-legged pots were stood in the embers.
Navy dinner time be on sail onboard personnel three main meals per day
.Breakfast: *0600–0700 lunch: 1100– 1230; dinner: *1600–1800
Chef organ grinder played the galley
The galley food is cooked and prepared
It can also refer to a land-based kitchen on a naval base,
Point of view, gourmet to beef stew to a straight design of the kitchen layout.
(CS) with ranks
culinary Specialist
organ grinder chef
“Fair winds and following seas”, food prep and served seamen for those in the United States Navy. Where they have to say farewell to mommy’s and grands meals. In 1940’s World War 2 tolls. To those retiring or leaving for deployment to cut, munch, and eat now from the galley. Of the chefs in the Navy organ grinder manning. Said the galley a method of saluting rendering honors works in galleys the seaman Chef food prep.
My dad Galley organ grinder
11/01/23
The Last Organ Grinder Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
My muse types thoughtlessly and aimlessly; I have named her Trixie.
So if she gets too outrageous, steps over two lines so to speak,
I have someone to blame.
Damn that Trixie!
Trixie got carried away again.
Trixie forgot to take her lithium.
Sometimes I look at a line and think “Not that!” and I do not do it.
But more often I think “why not? Let’s see what happens?”
I have an impossible time trying to discipline myself.
Myself is wild and free, a pony without a bridle.
Myself is a young willow tree, flirting with the wind.
Myself is not easily tempered or tampered.
Between Trixie and myself, anything can be thrown onto a page.
Um, maybe not that, I think as something truly outrageous appears.
Shut up! Trixie says. It will stand; I will fight you to the death to let it stand.
Between Trixie and me, she always wins.
Neither one of us is good at limiting us.
I watched your fervent stars get extinguished, one by one
and from the look on your face I think they stole your only sun
your light has been tampered with in a big way sister- friend
but take heart, grief has a beginning but it also has, an end
Your love for your mother was precious and true like the ocean
it never receded without flooding forward with truent emotion
a daughter is forever they say and yes, a mother knows the way
to her daughters secret place, I can feel the edge of you unfray
If it brings you comfort, I will stick around for the journey of cryin'
in case the mountains get too high, or the sun forgets to shine
I will be here to remind you that broken as it is with gaping hole
your soul still has the power to breathe and reach its only goal
Remember the sound of her laughter , and the color of her hair
Remember the moments of love and arguments thread bare
Remember it all with compassion for yourself and those around
Remember her in the noise, and in the silence so unsound
Roxanne, recall her in the sheltered port of your safe harbor
and know in your heart of heart she loved you with great ardor...
Love,
Senor's wealth management...
battered pinata like
Yours truly courtesy servitude
tethered existence suffers neck
brunt of yoke
fiscal recklessness got me woke
within cosmic schema,
a mere infinitesimal speck.
Insolvent crisis principally bespoke
interestingly enough
caught me off balance
sudden pennilessness
(dollar short/ day late dada)
analogous to vice grip
stranglehold doth choke
coffers emptied
willy-nilly Okey doke
colorblindness
fundamentally governed me
into zombified state
thus another plaintive plea
I repeatedly, lamely, and feebly evoke
meaning remuneration welcomed
courtesy altruistic generosity, magnanimity
and philanthropy humble
anonymous Lake Woebegone folk
ideally Norwegian bachelor farmers
to alleviate fiasco from fiendish
fraudsters frazzled father.
In plain (Schwenksville speak)
broken English,
I fell prey to hustlers
audacious, ferocious, malicious,
voracious, zealous tricksters,
who stealthily found entry
into my Macbook Pro
and locked computer screen
with threatening implication
security of mine private domain
awash with byte size bits
of valuable information
at risk of being tampered
with or obliterated.
Analogous to eminent domain of yore
mine digital terrain
manifest destiny meant war
virtual flesh and blood
regarding these lovely bones
yours truly gussied up
as chargé d'affaires
sent on risky (business) dutiful tour
to inflict comeuppance on him
who rendered me poor
as a Unitarian Church mouse,
plus I recruited
offspring of one of countless
related German Shepherd dogs
featured in fictional stories
on film, radio and television,
who starred as Rin Tin Tin reincarnate
belonging to elite K9 Korp
receiving unexpected support
courtesy end of gum
(cryptic message for ye
to chew on) sympathizers
voluntarily boosted success
at recouping major financial setback
my morale viz extempore.
Book of Relevation, cryptically asserts 666 " the number of a man "
Two thirds into the apocalyptic vision his appearance has began
This dark magical number appears in so many ways
All the numbers on a roulette wheel = 666, lets play
In the Pennsylvania 1980, lottery scandal
Equipment was tampered, three sixes the winning handle
Even computers have had this number to worry
Macintosh's Seven-Dust virus, in 666 bury
In a book called the Bible, Adonikam's descendants amounted
To Jerusalem and Judah, from Babylonian exile - 666 were counted
The Aryan tattoos of their Brotherhood
Six sixty six, a number understood
Is this just a number or is it coincidence
That it surrounds us, in our very existence
Are we to be afraid of this number in any way
hexakosioihexekontahexaphobia, seems this number has many says
Searing, disruptive, gravitational,
the face came into focus from too far away,
long before anything at that distance had a right to,
monopolizing eyes.
There was an audible gasp from the passersby.
Or at least it felt that way.
A form of disfigurement,
as if someone had taken a lovely face
and tampered with it until the proportions,
the lines, the feeling of it were all wrong,
in the way that perfection was wrong.
Painful to look at.
I felt sorry for her,
burdened as she was with a miracle of beauty,
so far out of the sphere
of ordinary perception
it couldn’t even be remembered.
Except as a lingering of light on my retinas.