they glowered at me as I came over the hill
I could see the bear and the girl were both angry still
Not sure what I did, but they gave me horrible looks
I wanted to crawl inside one of those fantasy books
I said “hello” but the girl did not give me anything but a stare
There was a low menacing growl from her pet, the mean bear
I would have been fearful if the growl had come from the girl
She is the meanest of the two, said my cousin Pearl
It’s not the pirate queen we fear
nor the father pirate king
but have you met their parrot?
He is the snarkiest, meanest thing
Scrappy and short, but ready to fight
He has torn up a cat or two, he has some might
One time they docked near another clipper ship
That pirate did not hesitate to use a bull whip
He is the meanest creature on the seven seas.
I would rather jump into a wolf den, breaking both my knees.
So, he is rather terrible? The listener asked, in one way or another.
Oh, yes, the speaker said. I know because he is my little brother.
It shakes the screens of folks all over
The thunder, meanest loudest kind
The moving storm, call it a rover
With crumpled buildings left behind
Not gonna stop, until it’s finished
With shaking lands, perceptions, souls
Until the evil is diminished
And once it’s done achieving goals
We don’t get these very often
The scale is grand and awe superb
When ghoulish grip on humans softens
Though lasting echoes shall reverb
The smoke, the flashes, red and yellow
And booming sound of thunderstorm
It’s full of rage emitting bellow
More like exception than the norm
We watch, we listen, caught by fear
Or maybe joy the thunder brings
So far away, and yet so near
Precursor of so many things
March 5, 2026
Arcturan Mama, you sure do treat me mean;
Arcturan Mama, sure do treat me mean:
you're the meanest old entity I've ever seen.
I got a gal on Terra, a gal on Vega 5;
yeah, a gal on Terra, and one on Vega 5:
but my Arcturan Mama puts my soul in hyperdrive.
Arcturan Mama got helium in her hair;
Arcturan Mama, helium in her hair:
she got cobalt skin and chromium underwear.
An Arcturan woman's got an ectoplasmic glow;
Arcturan woman's got that ectoplasmic glow:
she got joy receivers from her heads down to her toe.
If you're going to Arcturus won't you give my baby a call;
if you're going to Arcturus, please give her a call:
she looks like a pyramid inside a ball.
Going back to Arcturus, gonna see my baby soon;
ooh, back to Arcturus, see my baby soon:
gonna make her segments wiggle underneath that big green moon.
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S/He walks in bias
As s/he thinks not of himself.
S/He has many a vice
By which s/he does more to others than to himself
As s/he feels his/her disservice to others
Makes him/her nearer to Himself/Herself.
The Modern (Wo)Man.
Full of knowledge
Sans wisdom
Lacking the tryst of self image
For s/he nourishes the advanced sciencedom
Which brought Moscow, Mumbai and Madrid nearer
But a cleavage, so dearer of minds.
So comes the external prejudice
Which reins the seminal minds
With a little or no vision.
Today has all to say
Not anything for tomorrow
The Modern (Wo)Man,
The most civilized and
The most savaged to protect
Her/Him and the burden which
S/He has promised to be obliged,
Is the confluence of
The venomous Chemistry of the mind
And
The meanest mundane of Biology
Short of Historicity and Epistemology of Time.
Trixie, my muse whispered me awake today
pesky as a mosquito, but twice as brazen
I refused to open my eyes; not wanting to encourage her
she gave me the last two lines of a pretty good poem
My eyes popped open, and I unlocked my door
My two pony dogs had been waiting in the hallway to jump me
I had to dance around them to get to the bathroom
By the time I did my business I had forgotten both lines
Trixie, my muse, could not stop laughing
She has the weirdest, meanest sense of humor
The babies of the fall
The fairest of them all
They live to weigh the scales
‘Cause “Justice will prevail”
They’re social butterflies
Personalities full of charm
Their smiles, you’ll memorize
“They’re sweet so what’s the harm?”
They love beautiful things
They’re into casual flings
But these ones tend to cling
Like an angel to its wings
These lovers are the sweetest
They’ll take your heart to Venus
They can also be the meanest
‘Cause kindness ain’t their weakness
With their lie detecting skills
You’ll be running for the hills
But they’ll treat you like royalty
If they know you’ve got loyalty
They’ve got the gift of gab
Their heart is up for grabs
They’re romantic to the core
They’ll leave you wanting more
Written By: D. Collins 6/6/25
Big men shivered when he got into the paint.
Knowing they're a victim of his vicious faints.
He had the meanest crossover anyone has ever seen.
Even Michael Jordan got postered on our T.V. screens.
He was a little man with the heart and will of a bull.
Made many so-called professionals look like a fool.
None of the NBA teams had an "answer" for him.
When we thought he wouldn't he'd flush it at the rim.
He made all big men respect and fear the little guy.
Often shaking their heads from a heavy dose of AI.
His mark on the game should stand out in our minds.
He was the best little, big man to play between the lines.
Does the 9th of March meant something?
Which took a day of mine to sort this out
The day was cloudy, though, but has spare time
Importantly, no one awaiting for me providing a call
The days before this day confused me by rain
By rain, the streets, shops got upset with no person
No person went shopping on the streets seen
The streets seen alike being deserted in disrepair
Living in a desert would accelerate life being decay
Being decay of thinking but boosting wonders
One of them asked me if today means wonders
Something might be significant or meanest, but I forgot?
I didn't really laugh
I could have, though.
At who?
At myself?
At her?
At the irony of it all?
She always left an imprint on me.
Always gave me a new way of thinking
And left afterward.
I didn't even think about it
Until I looked for a song
I saw her play
On a game
Ironic, I guess
She gave me this good song, not even on purpose
Then told me I was a terrible person in the meanest way
She didn't realize the gift she'd given me
Was it much of a gift anyway?
Maybe not
I do appreciate it
It isn't even really all that funny.
But I laugh at unhumorous things often
So it's okay
I'll be okay
Don't worry
(Am I telling you that or myself?)
I don't need to bother with her anymore
But I'll keep the song.
I dilly dally my way through a regular Monday
Icy rain covers my driveway by three o’clock
I slip and slide on it, weather reports come in
Monster storm is coming; the kind you get once in a century
My friends begin calling me
Do I have enough food and water?
I have enough to last six to eight months.
Also a hundred pounds of dog food for my two pony dogs.
Tuesday I awake to snow as tall as my porch
It is not bitter cold, but it is uncomfortably cold.
Wednesday is the kicker.
We are supposed to have more snow, more ice and fifty mile an hour winds.
My feet are cold tonight; I wonder how things will go in the morning.
Our temperature is going to drop from 28 to 16 degrees.
The interstates and highways around and through Kansas City are closed.
Mayor asks us to all stay home; schools are cancelled.
The electric company sent us a notice to expect outages.
Monster storm, you deserve a name.
I will call you Monster Helen after the meanest teacher I ever had
And the nicest teacher I ever had, both named Helen.
Suite Suite!!
Presence of
White Pupuliary reflux
Macromers
endophthalmitis
senile, senile
Piggyback, piggyback!
Her deep shames and insercurties
white claw!
White Claw.
High Steak Royalities
Her self importance
insulted him
as she made him feel
inferior: her male fetishes
where childish amd she
changed the defintion of
mannish to define her charcter
I saw as stupid
but refused to say so that
she would augue that I felt
a brotherly love for herr
I didn't I liked Cuckolding
to keep males straught
He thought himself wiser
and was
He knew that the rules of cuckolding are often unspoken
and they may have been sewn at
places and ages that aren't wise to ever revisit
lacking confidence
and it should never be accepted and it's
teachings may involve those
who aren't aware of being involved.
The Meanest Socail Norm
Shachaph
Cuckoo
or Cuckoldery
Forget complicated spells,
That require obscure ingredients,
That have no safe substitutes,
When a pair of helping hands,
That can magically halve the workload,
That can massage away the meanest headache.
And a set of listening airs,
That can hear what is unsaid,
That can pick up the slightest note of harmony.
And a voice that speaks volumes,
That is low in decibels,
That speaks from the heart,
Are the only three ingredients,
That are needed to create a spell to remember,
That leaves no sticky residues,
And can be easily brought together at short notice.
Sine Wave replicated the Hand whistle, a drum and
bass and tremble guitar fused with a funky mix of
in opposition tothe fella's camped further in the distance.
There a banjo and fiddle were played while a crooner
serenaded the dust clouds kicked up the drunken
cowpokes.
While the Elders sleep or were to drunk to refuse them
wise mid twentyish people grabbed instruments and
went into the barn and began to
fuse there style
with sounds that were never heard before. A member
of the orchestra used his influence to
convince these busy hard working people
to make time to get together
and create music. The way music needs to be appreciated.
Night hides the meanest of day
but moring tell the true story
if she'll go
or if she'll stay
Regional flavors
Capsicum Annuun
Hot Peppers and Milk
Pizzicato wash your hands
begore you pull
them strang's
Headdresses and Cowboy hats
Hazing a Tenderfoot
she was purple and black with silver streaks of anger
we saw her rising above the crowd and felt her wrath
a cantankerous balloon, she is, she cannot be satisfied
This was stated by more than one person
I could not help but wonder if it was my Aunt Ann reincarnated
She was the grouchiest, meanest being I have ever met
And I have met several grumps and rumps in my day
I watched the balloon rise above the crowd
As she traveled over the woods, the timbers turned black
the crowd began to cheer, for we were all lighter now
optimism and joy returned the minute she lifted up over the trees
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