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He straddles the couch looking out the window
Cosmo knows that green eye varmint is there.
It is a slender silky black cat that comes into
my front yard to hunt birds feeding and bathing
in my bird baths. Bad old puddy cat.
Sassy watches with Cosmo wanting to bark
Suddenly he's there, a long high pitch whiny yelp
emits from Cosmo as he crashes into the window
trying to leap out. Sassy growls and whines with him.
Running to the front door they bark and screech
wanting outside. I begin to turn the door knob
to release the hounds but Cosmo in his eagerness
body slams the door in anticipation of release.
We try again and the door opens and WHAM!
Cosmo hits the metal screen door shaking the glass.
Open the screen door and he leaps upon the screen porches
screen door and lets out a hoot and holler that
deafens anyone within ten feet. Sassy lets out a bark
but Cozzie bites her, only he barks at that cat.
He bolts to the dog yard and leaps upon the wooden fence
shaking the planks like an earthquake.
Out with those long screaming nail scratching yelping
barks, tail wagging while Sassy growls at that cat.
Who calmly sits staring at a bird less yard from all the commotion.
Gently waving her long black tail and slightly turning
her head to give Cosmo those deep green eyes watching
him and Sassy whining and barking, jumping and
snorting. As if she is saying "what can you do behind the fence?"
With all the birds away that black cat stretches and yawns
while slowly softly walking away.
That's a good boy and girl, you frighten that bad old
puddy cat away. I had to reinforce their egos.
Off they go back to the couch, watching and waiting
for that black cat. Green eye varmint.
Mighty proud was I
with me lumber in one hand
my brick me carried in the other
I placed the brick in the barn yard
tall side for gained height
balanced the lumber board on top
I am silent and of Scottish temperament
You see folks
my feathered pet cock
was cock a doodle do-ing all day long
yapping and yelling
ranting and raving
the other farm animals had all had enough
action demanded
I place the ol koileach
at the end of one side of the board
all while smiling at the brainless duine beag
immediately I jumped on the other end
sending that whiny ol cock mid air
into the sea
he drowned
Ah what a wonderful day ladies
I shall meander onwards
among the heather and moor
my brick magically transformed
to fine woody scotch
oh what tales I shall tell
if tomorrow ever comes
Woof
Translated: small package
Four legs, four paws, big jaws,
fancy ears and a long tail.
My dog is from the pound.
What did I expect?
He is six foot at the shoulder,
Reads books, on Saturday nights.
But, sadly he won’t eat generic brand fudge cycles.
Only the best bunny ice-cream will do.
He was tiny really, just a bitty thing.
Slowly, slowly… Overnight! Life became all too real.
We laugh and talk, and it does not matter, now…
I work two jobs to bring home the bacon, and eggs and
chow and a cow, and, but still.
The surprise of my life, was a furry friend,
that gives more than I can.
God loves dogs,
big, and tiny, whiny small,
all.
A group of 15-year-old girlfriends
decided where to meet for dinner.
the Dairy Queen next to the Ocean View Restaurant,
because they had only $6.00 among them,
and a cute boy lived across the street named Jimmy Johnson.
10 years later, at their reunion,
the 25-year-old girlfriends decided where to meet for dinner again,
The Ocean View Restaurant because the drinks were cheap,
the band was good and the snacks were free,
there was no cover charge to get inside,
and the place was always packed with lots of cute guys.
The 35-year-old girlfriends at their reunion 10 years later
decided once again where to meet for dinner.
They agreed to meet at the Ocean View Restaurant
because the atmosphere was good and it was right near the gym,
and if they went late enough in the evening,
there wouldn't be too many whiny little kids to bug them.
At their reunion 10 years later, the 45-year-old girlfriends
decided to meet for dinner at the Ocean View Restaurant
because the martinis were big and the waiters were young.
10 years later, the 55-year-old girlfriends
decided to meet for dinner at the Ocean View Restaurant again,
because the prices were reasonable, the wine list was good,
and had windows that opened in case of a hot flashes,
as all good restaurants should.
10 years later, the group of 65-year-old girlfriends
decided to dine at the Ocean View Restaurant as well
because the lighting was good and had an early bird special.
10 years later at their reunion,
the group of 75-year-old girlfriends
met for dinner at the Ocean View Restaurant again,
because the food was not too spicy
and was handicapped-accessible for them.
10 years later, the group of 85-year-old girlfriends
met for dinner at the Ocean View Restaurant once more,
because none of them had ever been there before.
I may be cuckoo for coco puffs but you have the personality of a wet sock.
I am a beautiful and rare gem. You're a boring grey rock.
You call me unhinged and mentally unstable. But I don't see anyone who wants to sit at your table.
Most people find me endearing and quirky. But you are as fun as a cold frozen turkey.
What I call unique is what you call weird. When people are true to themselves, they are often feared.
Of course a basic beyach like you would call me bat dung crazy.
It is better than being stupid, whiny and lazy.
People mock me because I am different. I pity them because they are all the same.
I admit I am a bit ridiculous but at least I'm not lame.
My antics are outrageous and at times loud.
I would rather be an odd duck that to blend in with the crowd.
You may say I am insane and mad as a hatter.
But my madness is brilliance.
By attempting to insult me, you actually flatter.
What you call wack-a-doodle others call creative genius.
I love who I am and flaunt my uniqueness.
My aura is rainbow and sparkles. I am a bit of a freak.
But yours is beige, drab, forgettable and weak.
My wonderful vibrant personality is often celebrated.
But your sad existence is barely tolerated.
I embrace my eccentricities. It's all part of my charm.
Does unapologetically being myself cause anyone harm?
My quick wit and outspokenness is why I am adored.
When people hear you talk, they yawn and act bored.
You may say I am bonkers and nuttier than a fruitcake.
But at least I am not phony or plastic or fake.
I may have a few screws loose but at least I am good in bed.
I bet when your husband is pumping into you, that you just lay there and play dead.
In an old house by the hedge on the cold ledge of the hill
A slim dainty lady of seventy had prime time plenty to kill
Sitting on shaky chair heavy watching TV by the fire place
Had no inkling her adoring things were being chewed up
Two animals were true criminals but she didn’t ever care
A black cat and a grey rat, for ages they were there with her
The lazy cat sat on the cozy mat on doorway the whole day
the fat rat did acrobat to play about the stray tail of the cat.
Once the cat lay flat by the gate taking day’s late slumber
The rat a sly brat bit her plump tail as if it was cucumber
The irate cat knew that the time for new combat had come
She just had to go fast and get at the rogue rat at any rate
As tit for tat tactic the whiny cat jumped swiftly at the enemy
But the rat was smart to dart into murky hole the cat could see
Chase failed, the cat ranted, place she hunted to grab the rat
shoved her head whole in the hole, got stuck, eyes didn’t bat.
March 18, 2019
Life is not perfect
It’s every ego’s cross to bear
It’s a big hill to climb and all that
But if you don’t do it,
Well, let’s just say the alternatives
Are worse.
So we soldier on
And take the bad with the good.
We shut up and put up,
And what do you know
Life often gets better
Or at least feels better
When you look on the sunny side.
But then there are those
Who want to tear it all down.
They talk and write articles
Of how oppressed you are
And how your life could
And should be better.
And so discontent worms its way
Through your shiny sunny side armor
And the ego’s inherent victimhood
Is given full reins
And so off it goes.
It feels good to unleash frustration
Let out the hate
As if throwing out a bag of stinking garbage,
Or worse, if the skeleton’s in the closet
Haven’t yet decomposed.
And hate, despair and self pity
So easily grow like an avalanche
Because they are just the falling down
Against all the effort it takes
To hold it all together
Maintain and build,
And even you could say, love
In the face of adversity.
Life is not easy, and never has been
But it is adversity
That makes it strong
Strong enough to resist the hate
Heal the victim, by simply giving it no air
And do the daily work
Of love, kindness, patience, and care
Care of self, but mostly of others,
Because we are in fact all just an other.
So even when it’s dark
And you’re feeling all alone
And that little whiny voice inside says
What about me, I need to get mine,
Remember, attitude is everything
And it’s not Pollyannaish
To keep on the sunny side
Always on the sunny side of life
Although life may well be a piece of sh*t
When you look at it
It’s always better to look out
Where you step
And where you’re going
Out and onto the bright side…
Always on the sunny bright side of Life.
(9/20/26)
Conception : bloodline memory, generational sin, twisted inheritance : whispers ,”you can’t choose, you won’t win,”.
Facing internal overflow, remains too high a goal , what is sown will surely grow.
Generations of people failing connect to correct what has happened; unfortunately will now become what is.
Self hate solidifies the ick, that eats the body from within. That elephant in the room, slowly begins to suffocates Gods knit together creation .
A babe born, a family riddled with chains unbroken: symptoms and signs slow and hidden,
such as a whiny child with unkept hair, with a restlessness , with desperate cries for attention.
This is not a child’s load to bare .
Disease lurks and feeds off of parental avoidance of their own adolescent despair.
DNA limitations and generational sin, oozes under layers of tissue, bone and skin. Producing generations of cancer, diabetes, depression al etched deep within.
Red flag warning: This is how it is , this how it’s been.
Genetically Hardwired to deceive , as the previous generations suffered immoral consequences, justifications and disease: all caused by generations of sin.
Bolstering belief that this family bloodline was created from sin.
Children are born and are meant to be essential,
Instead the light in their soul is dimmed
they have no idea that they hold unlimited God given potential.
Without someone to say, enough is enough,
This has to stop ,
the silent killer will continue with this notion
That No one in this family has any right to healthy promotion
Generational sin has been well camouflaged
Throughout the years of established wrongs and settled acceptance .
A routine life that consists of mediocre song and dance.
Don’t be fooled by this , you don’t have to remain in that dark grip,
you don’t have to accept what your parents and grandparents thought and did. Turn around and face your inner demons ,
Imposed limitations and generational sins
And say, “ I’m done, no more living this way, I’m gonna win, and overcome what my past generations have settled with, silently accepted sin. “
It didn't take long
every manager there
tried signing both men.
Looking out for there
interest, calling making
arrangements. Both men
were advised of what
they were getting involved
With. They choose a manager
and signed the contract.
A meddling Scooter Bainez
Came down and involved
himself, told both men
He looked forward to weaseling
his way into contention, and told
whoever lost should be made to
leave; cause didn't feel like hearing
no whiney helper licking his wounds
like a whiny brat!
The match went on.
At 22:19 " Meaty" Morehead of Ord
Came down to ringside and
Apache Chopped "The Kruel"Cast Guilder
allowing The Big sky , to gain the fall
at 30:01. The Big sky became the new
World's champion!
All those who dwell in their own dream land,
Find themselves on a reclusive lofty stand,
From where they could see all things so tiny
And dwarfed in stature to suit the bits whiny,
Distanced,set live-dolls waddling across below
As on a play board of power and space to wallow
Life of work,warmth and solace of devout order,
Regimen or virtue has never a barrier or plodder;
The fancy world aye has full soaring flights wild;
Fleeing away averted, all encounters are foiled !
The alluring charm is a sort of potion of marvel:
Sensed longer,to massive forms still it doth swell
The pursuit of fond desire is like a futile chase
Of the wavering,ever shifting shadow:only a craze,
A relentless,avid quest for the infinite end,elusory
To win over the lost game with the hope, illusory;
The invincible Mirage too never ceases to bewitch
As the drive within rides the faith, false yet rich !
The scorching soul, and the parching dry throat
Add to the irate misery, leaving nothing to gloat;
Things.seem to retract into the trap of rigid drear
Every choice move gets lost in a bowl of cold fear
Whims often override the wounded dismal soul ;
Absence of a steerer might pave way for the foul