While sitting as one
in my grandfather’s chair
Gunsmoke on screen
a Dodge City affaire
Saturday night
as two spirits entwine
Matt Dillon to marshal
— our hopes redefined
(The New Room: December, 2025)
Vested influencers voiced commercials,
a venture whose view might marshal
public opinion – ads valued as partial.
Virgin winds of the highest velocity
created a vortex, a veiled victory.
The vision vulcanized by verbal vacillation
once the vote drew verification.
Amid the vagaries, a volte-face vaunts itself
beyond the veneer.
Nuclear in Norway
Should the Russian army occupy Northerner Norway, they know the way
Last time they came and helped chase the Nazi army out and freed us was in 1945
Russia was popular after the war, Stalin was called Uncle Joe
This scared the USA it quickly sent the Marshal aid
there was a geo-political shift despite open borders
Relentless propaganda made Russians into monsters, but despite this, the borders were kept open
Norway is now embraced in the arms of the US/NATO yes it is the same thing they have 17 bases mostly up North
but has few troops to speak of, should the Russki come
there will be no help from Sweden, is not attacked
and declare neutrality as they did in the Nazi war
The North of Norway is within the Arctic Circle and thanks to the golf current, has ice-free harbors, the best of all the North- pole is only a stone's throw away from the pole
of political interest for bigger nations
What will the US do if they can't shift the occupiers of a rich little country, full of oil and minerals?
Will Norway become the first nation nuked since
Hiroshima and Nagasaki in Japan
You don't need a listener,
let your heart muscles
pound out
a blind-folded poem.
Practice hand to hand combat
with your unlettered soul
until it lays down defeated.
Marshal the words,
articulate their fractured forms.
in the dark, wake up
the light,
it is your next unwritten page,
destroy its blank face.
Is it possible?
It sounds impossible
When a constable
Claiming to be capable
To trickle
The Marshal
On a triangle
Table.
Is it possible ?
It can be terrible
When the constable
Fail to dribble
The general
And jail
Calls his name.
He starts to tremble
To see trouble
And be throwing by force.
Airliner in the storm is not doing well
Pilot is having difficulty keeping it in the air
Tossing and turning, careering with each stormy swell
Stewardess do not tip us off, issuing us all kinds of care
Each one squelching their own internal light for our sake
My eyes are fixated on the dark clouds that appear with a glare
747 gives a quiver, a drop, and at last a shiver and shake.
Sky marshal holds onto the seat until his knuckles are white
There is a loud boom that sounds like an earthquake.
I wonder if we will make it safely or be a plane crash sight.
Others are praying, phones put away, rosary beads on their laps
I swear I see a halo around an old lady’s head and it is bright.
Suddenly there is a clap, no a series of loud angry claps.
In succession, bam, bang, bam, bang, bam, bang, bam.
The plane begins a descent and we all hear familiar flaps.
Thunder envelops us in series of freezing cold wraps
Airliner in the storm is not doing well
Others are praying, phones put away, rosary beads on their laps
Tossing and turning, careering with each stormy swell
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There is a group of us that live around
the cul-de-sac of our neighborhood.
Jimmy is ten years old, the same age I am.
He has a big tall live oak tree in the backyard
with a treehouse we use for a clubhouse.
Marty is twelve years old.
He always wants to boss everyone around.
He has a younger sister named Becky
that always wants to join in all the time.
We try to run her off, but she is always underfoot.
Marshal is ten years old.
He wears blue jeans with a large silver
western belt buckle with a galloping horse,
cowboy boots, and a black straw cowboy hat.
The hatband is adorned with silver conchos,
and it pretends to be a cowboy.
If the weather is nice, we gather and pretend
to be cowboys and Indians and chase each other around,
or pirates on a sailing ship.
Or play marbles and see who loses the most.
If the weather is bad, we play video games.
If we fight, after a while we are friends again like brothers.
2/23/2023
A cowboy, and his horse with no name,
One day rode into town, seeking fame.
Where he shot the town marshal,
But it was only partial.
Now the lawman's new horse is named flame.
5 / 5 / 2022.
Sponsor Joseph May.
For the contest. A Cowboy Limerick.
High Noon.
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A town marshal at high noon, a sinner,
Sat alone for a spaghetti dinner.
Gang of outlaws' rode to town,
Marshal, they want to gun down.
Bullets don't bicker, wind up a winner.
5/1/2022
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Sponsored by: Joseph May
The points I heard them marshal
Made them Plainly Partial
And The Decidedly Racial …
Quarters intended ‘Residential’
Treated like Files Confidential;
The structures for The Influential,
Mode of rent non-sequential …
Lessors’ hearts Loveless Chambers,
Their fiery eyes Indignant Embers,
The Disfavored taking for Tennis Balls,
Their lips for undisguised name calls …
Not unlike The Spatial
To breed The Racial or Partial
To The Abyss sending The Spirit Social.
Each time, he clumsily drank,
Rapidly shrank:
Increasing glasses of burning whisky
He knew was risky.
Then, twice ‘Pitiless Rum’ he tried
And up he dried
A mackerel, from head-to-tail fried!
Like a plant to soon wilt
At a stand still; did tilt…
Now, exceedingly poor,
His company forcing on a family of four,
He had the Lord God to thank,
Each time, he half-filled his tank.
But it has nothing changed
And his life not re-arranged:
In drinking quarters, of Field Marshal Rank
Which I heard and my heart sank.
God! A man by choice bat-blind,
Straight up to his mind?
To all others perfectly behind
While a perfect wristwatch he does wind…
Alcohol Field Marshal,
Whom to ‘Positive Change’ could brave an “I shall”.
limited india failed india
limited india failed india
farmers agitation
traders agitation
bankers agitation
it is occupy movement
it is taliban like regionalised locals trend
limited india failed india
limited india failed india
imbalanced legislations
parliamentarian citizens disconnect
absence of leaders
it is occupy movement
it is india fragmentation trend
limited india failed india
limited india failed india
india without soldier
india without police
marshal law police estate abstaining judiciary
it is occupy movement
it is parallel government anti-establishment trend
limited india failed india
limited india failed india
always averages seventy lies a day
insults and threatens people
believes only money is power
spoiled with $100million by age nineteen
bought his education, wife, life, and friends
believes his donations mean he owns the republican party
and thinks that money bought him the white house
threatened marshal law if elections results are not overturned
all this and more in open courts
a president and senators acting like the law does not apply to them
what the hell do these people do behind closed doors
look how brazen these con artists are out in the open
stan sand
Silent the guns and call your enemy
to say hello, as long as there is life in you
and empathy in mutual suffering by
the massacring virus invading us
like a shrewd salesman of death.
Senseless arms buildup and proxy wars
keep fuel on its fire burning us alive.
Its catastrophe knows no bounds and
we may well be receiving its first wave
like an unending tsunami intent on
submerging all, with no pity for our
piety, or romantic isolationism.
Let peace reign, like clear air, so we
marshal our energy toward the common foe
spreading its eagle wings of death like a
dark and venomous cloud.
Match its irreverence for life with
neighborly love.
Fight its undeclared war
with touch of humanity.
Repel its evil spirit
by planting the sapling soul of peace
in your heart.
Embrace universal truce so
we may all live through this dark carnival.
If you are seen on the street,
not taking PERSONAL RESPONSIBILITY,
to prevent catching and spreading this dreaded disease,
You Are Giving The Government An Excuse To Enforce MARSHAL LAW On EVERYBODY,
so protect yourselves seriously when you are out on the street,
if not for your own health, but to ensure our already limited liberties.
Rights are like grains of sand everybody.
Once you let them slip through your fingers, they are difficult if not impossible to retrieve.
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