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Death of I-Kons
In my life, I have seen many movies.
I watched wonderful animation,
tell stories that touched my heart,
over the years of my life.
Now they are stabbing the elusive
cartoons with sensor-driven remarks
and woke-ism that cuts and shreds
like a trash machine,
in the kitchen...
compacting and changing
the shapes of all things
it is fed,
or chooses to consume
on its on.
(EATR Machines, Military Robots)
I have read many books,
texts on history and science.
I was blessed and attended college,
to learn about business
and the world at large.
It was enough to get by,
and make a life.
They taught ethics and morals,
and math to me.
Now on TV, they change the rules.
They do as they please,
hire for the numbers,
and fire for the color of their skin...
to win at some kind of gamble,
no one knew or agreed to take.
(Gambling was legalized on March 1, 2022
legalization of betting on and off-reservation lands.
Now Advertised directly on the TV)
The parks are full of tents.
There is nowhere to take the children,
that they will not see, the evil of the day.
There is no protecting them,
from the darkness that is consuming the land.
The only hope is the Hand of God.
Resources running out,
wasted by the powerful...
taking jets to lunch in Paris.
Food unimportant to those that have full pantries,
and ice cream in their favorite flavor,
ready to be consumed,
at leisure.
(Gourmet flavors for the head of Congress
at $14 a gallon.)
I grew up on "good wins over evil".
I grew up on do the right thing,
because it was and is the right thing to do.
Grandma told.
Grandpa told me.
And, most importantly God told me.
So why is the world upside down?
Why do bad people hurt so many,
and so few do anything about any of it?
Frosty is melted.
Rudolph was hunted down,
and given a vaccine.
Twenty-eight food sources,
factories and processing plants,
have been leveled
in just under two years.
Two by plane alone.
But who would really believe that?
The energy supplies have been cut off,
or sent to other countries,
by our sitting president.
The citizens go hungry,
and the children cry.
But that is okay,
they are meant to die.
All part of the plan.
Did you vote for this?
Did anyone?
Around the Hills of Malvern now..Desecration takes place.'
Let me inform all how.' Where Elgars body has rested long
And Tolkien and Lewis did ramble in song.' all of these
Three historical giants, drew breath and inspiration none
Can deny it, seeds of thought in Lewis's mind grew into
Enchanted forests even braille did find it. And shared to
The world by many houses, published gems given to milions of children my imagination it rouses.' Gondor of
Middle earth from these hills Tolkien drew' its white walls
And turrets and hidden gardens shone through.' And Elgar twined the
Sough of its breeze.' The lambence of light in tones to
Please.' To refresh the spirits to inform the ears.' That grace
And beauty are to be played despite dread or fear.' In the face of
Hitler they were rehersed.' Indomitable riposte to wagners
Stuka played curse.' And now the enemy in different form
Under the cloak of green climate' snorts and paws cash
From rate payers is being put to miss-use..Same old trope
Of miss-infomation is now in use a commitie starved down
From twenty eight to six.!! Consolidating power the usual
Tricks.' Now two hundred new houses have been allowed
Concrete scars will be in situ where once fields were plowed.' Sacrilige plain in your face, ok'd by cronies yet
There is video trace.' I raise my eyes to Malverns hills I
Raise my pen, would it had quill.' I would despatch it to pierce the evil soul, of this cold committe let it be told.'
May litratures warriors get to the fire.' Email Malvern council the 'need is sore' let them know of the poets ire the
Revenge merits to be meted.' Justice must be requited.'
There she stood, expressionless
As I contemplated the paper mess
She handed me, on her counter there
And then, with the coldest glare:
“Fill out these forms ’n bring ‘em back”
(If she’d smile, her face would crack!)
And dutifully, with pen in hand
I complied with her command.
Name: Well, that’s easy - to myself I said
I wrote it down, and on I read
Address, birth date, I filled out, too,
For eye color, I wrote down: Blue
For “Height”, I put down: 5 feet ten
Then began to read again.
Some questions, they’d be hard
So, I had to be on guard!
Under “Salary” I wrote: Very bland
A number I’m sure they’d understand
And under Former Residence:
I wrote down: Old basements
Under “Sex” I wrote: Only mentally
(I had started to write: Occasionally)
Then came the word: Experience
I wrote: Yes, but only once
“Please list your credit score:”
That’s easy: Zero and no more!
Under “In Your Check Account:”
Again was zero for my amount.
For other questions on the form
Accurate entries I did perform
I checked the form: It was complete
All my entries: Bold and neat
I went again, to stand in line
To face the clerk: “Miss Serpentine”
And hand to her my forms complete
Then get the job, so I could eat!
At last the cold and chiseled face
Of “Miss Serpentine” was in place
Across the counter from where I stood
I saw her expression: It wasn’t good
She scanned my forms with eyes so cold
Then she turned and quickly strolled
To her desk some feet away
Then came back. I heard her say:
“Now that we’ve your application”,
She said to me with resignation,
“For approval we’ll just wait and see”.
I asked: “How long might that be?”
“Well, let’s see – it’s twenty-twenty six
So why don’t you just hit the bricks
And when the calendar reads: Twenty Twenty eight
Your application will have met its’ fate.
“But lady, I need to eat now!
Can’t you speed it up somehow?”
“Sorry, but it’s our policy
To research thoroughly”
So, resigned, I turned away
So much for McDonalds’ here today
Maybe there’d be less hell
If I’d applied at Taco Bell !
Freezing ...
in my bones
Purple fingers and toes
Twenty-eight finger bones X two
Twenty-eight toe bones X two
A large base with pain
Stiffness, can not be bent
Six hundred muscle cells
will not cooperate with the brain
Next minute;
Burning heat
Reading glasses ... fogging
Drops of sweat in the forehead
Red fingers and toes
The eyes sting
The letters doubles
Throat dry and sore
Cough that feels suffocating
Rib bones turned inside out
like an umbrella in storm
Feel ;
Trapped ... need oxygen
Parts of the motor nerve fiber
out of balance
The body feels ...
as a old donkey .
I have no patience .
to have the flu ... it's boring .
"Flue" mean fly on Norwegian .
A fly buzzing in the window frame .
.
.... let me out ...(!) . .
... it's spring . . . .
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02.04.2017
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
There is evil in the air
Challenging things to see if we care
As simple as being under the weather
This illness wants to know if the world really wants to get better
We first responded by deciding to call events off
Seeing this disturbing society cough
To no one’s fault
The International community came to a complete halt
Turning lives into sacrifices
Saying good bye to acceptable vices
Twenty nine days will change to twenty eight
And then answers should arrive to make things straight
State by state, nation by nation
People hunker down being very patient
Until the day that will come and the evil in the air will say it is done
Trying to take away life’s fun
When that hour of power reality sees a spring flower
Gloves will come off
Giving way to the summer’s eve of peaceful interaction in the loft
Twenty eight years and still when I wake
It is my new day he always does make
A cup of coffee he has set there for me
He said this is the way it would always be
He is such a wonderful responsible guy
I will love him way past the day I die
My husband he works so very hard
A wonder his brain has not been charred
He comes home midday for his lunch
Big hugs he gives me mean so much
He again arrives just in time for dinner
His ways show me I cooked a winner
Then it is off for his daily bicycle ride
Keeping that body from getting wide
Home again we take off to go fishing
Hope to catch some we are wishing
Sometimes we act so much like clowns
Together we share our ups and downs
Our children say we are in a second childhood
We think it would be wonderful if we only could
I am so happy this wonderful man is mine
He knows this as I tell him so all the time
He continues to tell me he loves me
And that's the way it will always be
Entry: P.D's "In The Mood" contest
Written by: Carol Brown
4th Place Winner 12/21/2011
Entry: The Love of Your Life Contest
Sponsor: Kristen Bruni
Written: 11/04/2011
Honorable Mention
I've often felt quite helpless..Although i would fight hard, against the ocean of life
With its often; errant strong surging tides.'
In twenty twenty five we saw Los Angeles
Besieged; many areas were set ablaze; a great
City upon its knees.' The factor of bad
management of water not held in the
Ammount, that would really be needed
when on it; services had to count.' Also the
Arsonists did their job, a nasty crew indeed
I like others felt asized, of the helplessnes
As the Santa Annas careened.' No respite
Came the news reports, I saw many people
Had died.' I sensed defeat and could
almost taste the charcoal, it was fraught
; and yes I felt a tear in
My eye.. Yet all at once I thought of
God.? who was bigger than any disaster..I said a prayer then put up a blog, and requested prayers to 'the only Master' others joined and but a day and night.? A sea mist rose and rolled in early light.' Then on this improvement rain arrived..The
worst danger over and the remenant survived..'
Now i arrive at year twenty twenty six..A similar tale..My stomach felt sick twenty eight fires in
Victoria my 'home State' hit Again not
Accidents all.. A lot i'd guess were lit.? I decided to ask the Lord again, wondering would He
Have mercy this second time my friends?
All un-worthy i appealled for help.' Others
Answered, i continued and hoped.. For betters trends, again
Weather reports said no respite maybe dry
Lightening ( would more evil arrive? ) another day past I checked the news.' The
First I read was disaster.' My heart went to
My shoes..So my prayers were unaswered.'
Still i decided to look.' To face my chastisement and repent by the Book..Then I was shocked it was all turned
Around He had flooded out the fires people
Were heading for higher ground,
All Praise throughout the heavens all thanks to my friends..Who with me had enjoined..And we saw Himself His Name defend.'
The ship of dreams
Opulent surroundings
Fancy bed linens
Luxurious dinner plates and tablecloths
Gleaming virginal utensils
Dazzling crystal chandeliers
Polished walnut woodwork
Gold gilded fireplaces
Wardrobes ready for furs and dresses
An experienced captain
Eager staff
Bustling activity
Musicians, artists, businessmen aboard
High ranking officials, wealthy industrialists, celebrities
Cruising flawlessly in clear blue sea
A haven and heaven during the day
Easy sleeping and dreaming in the evening
J.P. Morgan was disappointed to have to cancel at the last minute
Four glorious days of sailing
Around Midnight April 15th, 1912 the Titanic struck an iceberg
The chunk of devilry slashed a three-hundred-foot gash in the hull
Haphazard evacuation ensued
First lifeboat could have held sixty-five people
It left with twenty-eight
The dream ship broke in half after filling halfway up with water
In two hours fifteen hundred people died
The majority of them froze to death in the North Atlantic
When I was just seven, so small
My best friend Jacob, outdid us all
He had a pet Cobra, cool as could be
He forgot to feed it for a whole week you see
So I killed him
When I was fourteen, I went to the zoo
So many animals, all lounging around
Some seemed starved and some seemed week
One poor zebra died right on its feet
So I killed a Zookeeper
When I was twenty one I met a young blonde
We dated and loved and times where great
Her pet Collie so youthful with such playful traits
She left him in the car, the heat at one hundred and eight
So I killed my girlfriend
I am older now, a full mature twenty eight
My neighbor Miss Jennings has a cat we call him Mate
He loves all the felines all over the town
Till Miss Jennings had him neutered the Mate is down
So I killed Miss Jennings
Now I am thirty five and working so hard
At the animal shelter as the night guard
They bring in the wounded, the week and defenseless
All these humans who treat pets with out any senses
So I killed few strangers who mistreated pets
I am forty-two and work for the park
Where they come every day walking their pets after dark
In leashes so tight and bound round the neck
How is the good? Oh what the heck
So I killed all of them too
Now I am forty nine and in county jail
For some serial crimes they accuse me of committing
All I did was love animals, who are they kidding?
I am the hero in this story you all must see?
So I escaped and killed the jailor and now I am free
I have read the local papers; I am on the front page
They want to put me in a prison cage
Oh and there is PETA, who claim me as Saint
I am so proud why I might almost faint
But I kill myself as my final act
To be with the animals I loved till the last
Had a wild dream just the other night
Was a ruler of a distant planet
With forty-two slave girls to do my bidding
All gorgeous with naughty habits
Customs were quite a bit different to ours
But one thing remained the same
They liked to snuggle and do naughty things
To say no, would have been insane
So I suffered through this difficult ordeal
And satisfied as many as I could
I was plain tuckered out after twenty-eight
Apologized then collapsed where I stood
Woo Hooo! What an amazing reverie
I'll try to dream it again tonight
Some of those girls had real strange customs
Holy cadoodle, talk about excite!
© Jack Ellison 2013