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OK, I never liked you guys
But now we're drinking buddies
To my great surprise
That giant Texas heat lamp
Brought us together
Because the drought you couldn't weather
I set up bird baths, just not for you
You ran 'em off, and squirrels, too
I was afraid of what you might do
The birds were flighty, the squirrels wily
But you guys stuck together spryly
I admired your intelligence highly
I sensed you'd let me refill the water
As the Texas heat lamp grew ever hotter
No need for the fly swatter
Gentlemen you were as I refilled the drink
You landed on me and tickled me pink
Hmmm, Honey Bees, I need to rethink
Now I've spoiled you with cubes of ice
Cooling the drink to make it nice
Providing a small dose of paradise
I swore you off, but friends I now avow
You like me, too, I sense it somehow
Yes, we're drinking buddies forever now
Honey, I got to go water the bees...
On some back road in Texas
Where time had flown away
Sat a dreamlike Kinkade home
Of warmth and heart, not paint,
With shaded walkway arbor
Crowned with leaves and flowers.
Love dwelt there.
A lovely little couple,
Long past their youthful prime,
Welcomed us into their home
With bright and cheerful smiles
Saying, “We over-ripe grapes
Are now in raisin time.”
Love was there.
Our afternoon was blissful
Midst rose and hollyhock
Seated near a lily pond,
A lotus eater’s dream,
With tea, crumpets, clotted cream
And conversation sweet.
Love shared there.
We bade farewell at even
With smiles, and hugs and tears
To Pop Vin and Auntie Mae.
A stooped for sale sign wept
For the home they would depart.
The pair smiled even so.
Love held on.
One later year we passed by
Under a searing sky
That burned up cornfields nearby
Their home worn and withered
As grapes long past raisin time.
Wistfully we knew why:
Love had gone.
April showers may dampen Dallas Texas torrents glooming deluge on path way
Priceless zooming presence; shrouds blend violets and daisies blooming in May
Rain forecast an encumbered view; stubborn clouds cause distressing delay
Isn’t raining rain you know, it’s raining diamonds vrooming diamond souffle
Look expectantly skyward, your Ray Bans don, for the Solar Eclipse it's today!
Covid waves swept unabated across the world,
Canada and USA were by no means exceptions,
especially, Alberta, Texas and Florida (ATF)
that suffered the severe brunt of infection.
The data of ATF show huge spikes of Covid cases
with the death toll rising to menacing height,
the health care systems were under pressure
that needed to be released in many areas of ATF.
People were not following the Covid protocol,
there was growing reluctance to vaccination.
In order to bring the situation under control
the local governments clamped down lockdown.
As the economy suffered and people lost jobs,
mental health started to show signs of deterioration.
There was widespread agitation to lift the lockdown,
‘Open Texas’ campaign got an increased momentum.
As the pandemic wave showed subsiding trend,
indicating that the worst may be nearly over,
the local authorities rescinded earlier executive order,
removed the mandatory masking requirement.
Opening up, Alberta has taken the first step of no masking,
Texas increases capacity of business and facilities to 100%,
Florida permits travel in and out after vaccination.
The phased measures are prototype of Covid fighting strategy.
____________________
February 26, 2022
Contest : Alberta Texas Florida
Sponsored by : Joe Maverick
Do you think ignorant
cockroaches we are?
You, celebrating victory
in an expensive car?
Be careful, your arrogance
may make you once again fall.
Better create another story
to fool the falderal!
Censorship of those who
don't think like you?
Who are you Hitler~ who
killed millions of Jews?
We are a free country, no
desire to be China.
But you can move there,
and find out if Communism
Is finah!
You can go green as the
grass in Kentucky.
Take your broken Texas windmills
with you, so cool and plucky.
Please respect all Americans,
both black and white.
For we are all equal day and
night.
These are simple American
rules.
Even children know them,
in grade school.
We will survive because we
know how to be free.
We are a nation of democracy,
not tyranny!
2-18-2021
~2~
"I'm a conundrum. Or an enigma. I forget which," ... James A. Owen
I am a trapped absolute in an abstract
I am a trapped abstract in an absolute
I am not in a trap of inescapable odds
made nowadays between yesterday and tomorrow
voices are whispering that I am asleep
talkers are echoing that I am awake
I am certainly uncertain that my time of this wake and of that sleep is therefore limited or unlimited
countenance contours fluctuate via its reflective reaction to its immediate surroundings being viewed
manifestations are identified and their proper values are applied
this way
it establishes a greater compliment of authenticity
for as such not much
truth is a lie till one wakes from their sleep of uncertainties to make certain
hello
I was to meet somebody
I'm in the next city block
across the border
you need your passport to go across the street
or you'll miss the plane
make sure you sit in the last rower of the canoe
so that the helicopter blade does not kiss you
has a date with a steward
one of those
was a cross-blade with a gang
I will see you at the end of the Kangaroo Race
in Australia
Aussie is not in Texas
I'm already in Texas
oh that is why everybody can see you
hello or goodbye
no yes maybe so
wait go
where am I
who am I
who are they
this is north
no west
I know where I am
namaste
Aloha
If there is a devil
and there’s some debate,
then I think he’s all too human
- most raw and man-like -
jealous, selfish and hellish,
If there is a God
and there is some debate,
God isn’t human
but she may be perfect
and thus due all respect.
If there’s a heaven
and there is some debate,
it’s obviously not in the clouds
but it may be in outer space
or some extra-dimensional, altered state
If there’s a hell
and there’s some debate,
it could be Florida, Texas
or some other god-forsaken place
I hope they’re not expecting us
And last and not leastly
if there’s a great deep nothing
and there’s some debate,
then your prayers are invalid
there’s no Allah or Valhalla
no heaven, no hell - just us.
Perhaps it’s just as well..
because what remains
is our ever fragile wonder
- we’re brief sparkles,
trembling breaths,
with a chance to love
like sparks in the dark.
.
.
A song for this:
My Song - Labi Siffre
Susan and I met in the fall of ’67,
two girls in English class
who recognized each other
before we even spoke~
the way some people do
when they share a tilt toward
uniqueness,
toward books that smell like rain,
toward movies that linger,
toward clothes that felt like
small rebellions.
Friendship was instant,
effortless,
as though we had been
walking toward each other
for years.
Then life,
with its wide and wandering hands,
pulled us apart.
Graduation scattered us
into different futures~
hers across an ocean,
mine across a state.
She raised a family in Germany;
I raised stories in Texas.
Decades passed
without our names touching.
But fate~
or whatever quiet force
keeps track of lost connections~
found us again
through the strange glow
of Facebook.
A click,
a message,
a memory rekindled,
and suddenly the years
were not a wall
but a bridge.
Now we write the old-fashioned way,
ink on paper,
postmarks traveling
from Germany to Texas
like small migrating birds.
Her handwriting arrives
with its familiar tilt,
and I feel sixteen again~
the girl in English class
who knew instantly
that Susan was someone
near and dear,
someone who would matter
even if time tried
to convince us otherwise.
Distance is only geography.
Friendship, once found,
remains luminous~
a long arc of time
that bends us gently
back to each other.
In a Texas commercial circus
the journey is set
vehicled by hormonal energy
beginning from the cashier's tag
well placed on her blue shirt
exactly on her very firm left Breast
with the name "Carmen"
The route of desires
his wants drive through
having a static attention
on her mammary glands
but the Life in him, already as far as Bremen.
Engineered by libido so troublesome
which takes it guns, even in no provocation.
Just usual bare skin
stimulates the production of his semen
and simple feminine curves
blacken his mind with bitumen
as part of him
slides down the huge lumen
of intense sexual intentions.
He places the General's rank
on his 'small head'
then the big one becomes void of all acumen.
Eyes fixed, body static, lips separated
all these, irritating the nearby women
as this middle-aged being
drops to the lowest point of all men.
Planning on a tour below her abdomen
his road trip revolve round her hymen
a well covered pretty damsel
yet he sees as flesh full of foramens
in a place far from a serenity of physical intimacy
yet somehow he falls for an unforeseen trap
of infernos desires.
His heart, the only villain
as it rejects any deal with this sudden natural cause.
A flood of laughter and jeers
welcome his total presence once again,
he tries to wave off the premonition of a bad omen
not knowing, to the corruption of his thoughts
his 'third leg' all along has been saying AMEN!
Antelope of Montana, Texas and Utah too
Those eyes of yours are such a fine amber hue!
Your wide eyed innocence makes me smile
You can outrun me for a solid country mile.
Cowboys with wide brim hats sing songs of you.
Heartfelt missives under the azure sky of blue
As they round up the cattle, and make their beef stew
Chuck wagon cooks sing high praises of you.
Home home on the range is a great missive too
Sung above huge belt buckles of a silver hue
Makes me smile as I think of the few
Antelope I have seen with your eyes, Little Lou.
I call you Lou, Sue or McGoo sometimes too
To keep you in my mind as I sing praises of you.
And dream of your amber eyes, under this sky of blue.
Curious cowboys will always sing hymns inspired by you.