Accepting as you are
Of this moodiness
Snarled at, without cause, wrongly
Villified, hailed on
Apply this passive stance
Now to each outburst
Of what is, for warring skies
As unjust heard in!
Whilst changed, that hard dropped, chilling
Into munition!
Kalamazoo kids went off to war
leaving giddy gals to go forward in fractured
factories ~from music to munitions
gay guitars would wait until battered boys
came hurriedly home...
or would they wait?
The thought was there but Gibson's gals
did not care for world war and behind
the building's walls would give guitars
attuned attention; first making munitions
then manufacturing those magical music guitars.
The Gibson Factory in Kalamazoo, Michigan is known for its iconic guitars... During World War II, many of Gibson’s competitors had switched to munition-making in an effort to support the war at home. Gibson followed suit—on the surface, at least. While it did hire more women than any other guitar-turned-munitions manufacturer, these women weren’t just making bullets—they were also making guitars. Specifically, the Kalamazoo Gals made Gibson’s Banner line of guitars, which were later used by musicians like Buddy Holly and Woody Guthrie. ~Atlas Obscura
Miserable Form Letters
What we will need is a completely INDEPENDENT
9/11 LIKE COMMISSION CONVENED HELL BENT
TO INVESTIGATE DONALD TRUMP AND HIS
CAMPAIGN ASSOCIATES AND NONE MISS.
THIS COMMITTEE SHOULD BE NONPARTISAN
DEVOID OF MEMBERS OF CONGRESS AND NEXT OF KIN.
THE COUNTRY IS DEEPLY DEVIDED AND DISTRUSTFUL
OF PARTISAN POLITICS NOT FITTING THE BILL.
This is the only way to get a truthful resolution
To the antics of Trump administration and munition;
DO NOT SEND ME A FORM LETTER RESPONSE;
Shall destroy completely after on it I do ponce.
Will cut to quick and then avoid the suspense,
THERE VERY PRESENCE INSULTS MY INTELLIGENCE;
Condescending responses only people anger,
And to this seems like we are no stranger.
We gladly want to become directly involved;
To do this reinforces what we have resolved;
We are educated adults who homework do,
Not idiots and bumpkins like you we view.
Jim Horn
Sent from my iPhone
Limericks crochetés: Once a Policewoman put on road duty
Once a policewoman put on road duty
Ate heart out thinking of rival beauty
So she pinned a ticket
On rival’s car bonnet:
“Take this: your engine’s old and filthy!”
Said rival to the policewoman:
“Under the hood I may be common
Yet in shiny carcass
Ride many a jackass
Who pay(s) your fines in diamond!”
“True enough!” said she who was jealous:
“No wonder your sinus pipes leak pus
When key’s in ignition –
Fumes cough up munition.”
“Think! What/Who jitterbugs in my octopus!”
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Enmity, war has proclaimed
Munition between coteries - organized
Victory onslaught enthusiastically aimed
Domestic cats versus gnawing rats - outrage optimized
Chief Cat hangin' in there - now terrorized.
Territory annexed by rodents
Having a grand triumph feast
Devouring every single food - sorry ... cats are prudent
Bane pricked in menus slayed those little beasts
At the end, mousers are vanquishers - strife ceased.
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* " HANGIN' IN THERE " * contest entry
*-* jun-jun villanueva
*-*july 30,2011
Ready the gun, action to the rear!
the 105 howitzer should give them something to fear!
why hadn't sergeant felt the toss?
the men jumped out
among each gunner
a shamed face shows
for each of them
already knows
we have their position!
prep the munition!
he drops his hands
and stops his commands
Sergeant sees his worst fear
the gun was lost
it was no where near
one single tear
fell from his eye
without our gun
our men will die
Bombing for peace is like raping for virginity,
Repeated phrase gives peace unity.
Remind me God, where is the utility?
The love we give has no virginity.
Concatenate munition for factuality,
Its just complete, its all vitality.
He was seized with an obsession,
it wasn't like balsam to his hurt feelings,
and his body has been waisted by the long illness.
The streets were bedecked with flags,
and the soldier declared himself innocent.
It was only then that they realized the gravity of the situation.
The people.
A constitutional government,it's bad policy to beat him.
There was a munition shortage and wet weather gets me down.
That gloomy old house is dying as the dove of peace patronize,
the soldier.
The piney slopes were covered with snow and red spots,
as the light fell on her face,before wolves torn it to pieces.
The hope.
The soldier showed signs of distress,i was astonished at the news.
By midday he had sold out and left for his village.
Bury the hatchet,soldier !! The place is Godforsaken.
I had a sudden pain in the stomach.
Change of speed.
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