Our weatherman loves his flamboyant maps.
Apocalyptic works of art, with giant smears of white and pink.
Swallowing half the nation in rococo delight.
He talks in excited hush about accumulation and wind chill.
He has a lust for slush and black ice.
Thunderheads always in his mind like a Prozac pill.
The snow wizard predicted 10 to 12 inches by nighttime.
He was right this time.
He told me to prepare for the blizzard.
I found my favorite shovel. It has a wide silver mouth.
Pushes tons of snow if I give it the power to do so.
Years ago-my arms were forged in the hearth of Buffalo winters
, but they are old arms now, and I waver.
I always start at the foot of the driveway.
Where the snow is heavy and deep, and I'm at my peak.
I keep a keen eye on the snowplow.
Lest he plows me under my emerald dreams.
My neighbor is young, strong, and nimble.
He's like a mad machismo maestro in a whirling snow globe.
I try to keep pace but cannot match him.
He doesn't even wear gloves or a hat.
Maybe that's his way of giving me a handicap.
He started late but still finished well before me.
I hope one day he catches a machismo death...but not really.
Like butterflies
Muscular guys
Attract all eyes.
He was virile voyager called Stanley,
with slurping tongue he could burn cold alley.
In journey from top downward
his machismo got devoured,
he found lustful way in lissome valley.
This man never found the bed out of bounds,
his wife liked he explored ivory mounds.
Her drooping assets age got,
he disliked, monk he was not,
ventured out exploring youthful new grounds.
Powder blue.
Postman Raleigh frame,
Wheels that were thin and far from de rigeur at the time.
An ode to the horrors of Shelly with its salvaged parts,
None matching saddle and outmoded bell.
Smooth plastic pedals.
A Gift.
Not as I had dreamt,
Mag wheels with fat all terrain tyres for grip.
A torrid lean toward machismo and impressive stunts,
A mode of movement, demanding awe.
Trophy as much as vehicle.
Summer followed.
She earned my respect,
Her visage lost initial thoughts of ugliness.
For Frankenstein’s monster tore fast and flew,
Threw wind in my face, took my breath.
Grazed elbows and knees.
Barry Sheene.
Randolph Scott, John Wayne,
I became all of those, that hazy summer.
Chasing bad guys across imagined prairies,
Hurtling down race tracks unknown.
Winning hearts and trophies.
Funny now
My memory of where she went,
Evades me, time has ridden past, fast.
The bike I once called Mary, with love,
A nod to the author of the dark tale she reminded me of.
Beautiful powder blue.
There was virile voyager called Stanley,
with sucking lips he could blaze cold alley.
In journey from top downward
his machismo got devoured,
on V-night he lost way in silk valley.
A True Luxury
So Simple, Never To Much For Me
We Watch The Christmas Lights and Not Think
Despite The Yuletide Brightness, We Do Not Blink
I Surprise You With Poinsettias To Make You Smile
You Never Know When The End Will Come, So I Go That Special Extra Mile
The Tears Of Joy From Your Face Obliterates My Machismo
Radiantly Picturesque, Such As These Go
A Gentle Snow Begins To Fall, and We Rejoice and Give Thanks
Another One Of Many Warm, Classic Moments Fir Our Wonderfully Filled Memory Banks
Times Like These We Need
The Center Of Positivity's Blessing We Take Heed
We Feel So Healed That It Fully Stopped The Bleed
The Nucleus Of Our Sanity Is Finally Fully Freed
Tonight I Honor Thee With A Star Of Generosity
I Treasure The Pleasure Of Our Mutual Coexistence That Is Devoid Of Animosity
The Foundation Of Our Bond Is So Rare To The Touch
A True Luxury Indeed, That Is Why I Miss You So Much
A Rottweiler Shepard mix
longsuffering had proven to be
With the Doberman pup, a red one,
won on a gambling spree
Rocky the mix and BoBo
coexisted for a time
As any two male dogs can manage
till BoBo reached his prime
Suddenly all manners
right out the door
Or respect for the one
The younger Used to adore
Who would allow him as pup
his tail to bite
Sleeping all day
Keep him up half the night
On a road trip in
the trucks bed they lay
Appearing that all fine
No emotions on display
As Rocky got out first
As is the Alphas right
BoBo shot with no warning
his testes to savagely bite
Poor Rocky was loaded
to go to the vet
my mom left in charge
Of the deranged pet
A heavily sedated dog returned
It's angry owner as well
As soon as the tailgate dropped
Rocky unleashed some karma Hell
Young BoBo was hit
So hard and so fast
He rolled for three or four feet,then Old Rocky
indelicately performed his amigos vasectomy neat
The challenge given and answered
Settled the rest of their days
respect that's earned we should not forget
Should machismo get in the way
Beau Blink
There once was a Spaniel named, Blink.
Whom at female doggies did wink!
He trotted out one sunny day,
In his own machismo way.
Alas, a skunk blessed him with stink!
August 4, 2020
6pm. PST
For our freedom
My world is dying
Death becomes her
Or suits her
Her? What machismo is this?
The fake masculinity that rises from
Their system of profit
It is changing
From male bosses
To male bosses and some women
An equal opportunity that keeps ravaging us
As workers, women and men
In the name of more money
For them
To reinvest in more capital
And more exploitation
There is no end
Unless we do it, ourselves
Rising together against
The bosses
Our gains, their losses
Rejoice, a new world is coming
I hear it drumming
At their fences
Hence their tenseness
Rejoice, revolt
Two words of wisdom
So far unheeded
But oh so needed
Until we act
For our freedom
For our freedom
There was virile voyager called Stanley,
with sucking lips he could blaze cold galley.
In journey from top downward
his machismo got devoured,
he lost winding way in lissom valley.
May 24, 2019
Syllable count : 10/10/7/7/10
Checked on howmanysyllables.com
Gung Ho machismo pushed to limits of puerile pomposity
Thrives in a world of alternative reality
But falls flat on its garrulous verbosity
Especially if hitched on the back of alacrity teeming with banality
Whose preference for megaphone diplomacy
Indicates an Achilles heel
In strategy whose lunacy
Cuts off the oxygen supply from the deal
Gung Ho machismo should have clinched hands down
If humility and clarity in approach and research
Stuck to simplicity and not obstinacy driven to town in favour of the gallery of a clown
Resulting in a loss leaving Gung Ho machismo in the lurch
Aiming to win vaunted labels as deal maker but succeeding only in reaping sown whirlwinds
And sustaining bruises not only to leadership reputations
But also hurting obstinate fiends
Whose blindness earns empty salutations in sterile missions
Whose outcomes
Too low for zero
Amount to puny sums
That in the end can’t turn an abysmal failure into a hero.
Take society’s attitude
Towards indifference as given
Although women abhor gratitude
For societal foibles forgiven
In the face of the Christian faith
That burns within a woman’s soul
When Providence breath
Scores a salutary goal
In consonance with the motto
One cheek slapped, the other cheek slapped
In a pilgrimage grotto
Where 2Pac rapped
All eyes on me
As though a woman were leper
Society loved to hate with glee
Alongside a pauper with no caper
To boast of
In the sight of men
Who grudgingly brandish love
As an inducement to women
Treated with contempt
Used, oppressed, dumped
In a haughty attempt
To get machismo start-jumped
In the full bloom of the sickness and ugliness
That womanhood suffers
In huge doses of humiliation and sadness
With no compensatory offers
For remorse unfelt
Hair tousled and unkempt
Expectations raised and unmet
In an egregious event and attempt
To gloss over injustices
Unleashed on the fairer gender
In equinoxes and solstices
That demand women’s surrender
Although the new millennium
Demands fairness
In the cranium and premium
For women’s unstinting happiness with boldness.
Don't vex your ex
When love from grace falls
Cos Semtex
Strikes love walls
Once so mighty, so sprightly
Stood proud to defeat any cumulus cloud
Which off balance slightly
Couldn't speak or spell aloud
In defence of the right
Love from her heart demanded
In a grip so tight
In a loud voice commanded
From Ben and Betty
As they strove hard
Despite little cash in the kitty
Covered in lard
As love began to dwindle on the spindle
That fastened the love Ben and Betty felt
For each other which a swindle
Jealousy dared to melt
As Ben 's heart stolen
From him in escapades on a grenade
Fallen
From Hades began to degrade
The love that shone
Throughout a dark period
Blown and torn
In a sentiment synod
Ben told
Betty not to vex
To withhold
Opportunities machismo muscles never again to flex
Or else to him love vowed never to return
Whether Ben laughed or cried
Until Ben made up his mind to burn
Ubris is love to him Cupid supplied.
Always felt in my heart, we were in ...........Love
Tried my best to express, but got..............delayed
Wonder, if any chance there......................is
To express my feelings now, for you my......love
I brazenly agree, my love for you, I...........denied
Guilty, I am of this evil called.....................Machismo
More to blame, is my lust to fame...............and
the fury to steady my future.......................career
These materialistic needs clearly.................impairs
The simplistic need of my heart's................vision
Let us put aside the past and stay................Reunited
Never realized, I was always yours, my.........love
Promise, I shall remain true to you...............forever
Fire, our passions, to always brightly............remain
Forever fresh, as, at the start, our love.........sublime
GOD’S WILL
So many people claim to know
What god wants
He hides above and has no face
Yet his minions who are self- appointed
Proclaim his way is the only way
To live a life
The earth revolves around god as king
You must lose your individuality
If you wish not to die in sin
No one must live for now and be happy
We must constantly seek a future
That exists when death has devoured us
This without any proof that another life exists
The ability to control every aspect of one’s life
Is the calling of gurus past and present
The machismo and narrow sightedness
Of these so called enlightened messengers
Has wrecked a world which should
Celebrate its plurality of understanding of god
And its innate humanity
God’s will is opaque for no man has
The ability to comprehend nature fully
so cannot create a god that can be made to fit
A human concept of authority
A god only can rule supreme
If the people wish to be led
Worship who you wish
Praise the one who
Loves you best
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