There are no bombs, nor guns ablaze
No killing fields or bloody sands
Yet world is driven into craze
From “sweet old home” to distant lands
Mosaic shattered on the wall
To shreds is ripped old gobelin
Oh why, but why we started brawl
The one we cannot ever win?
I want to think there was a cause
A noble path to richer life
Yet what has started with applause
Created very bitter strife
The tariff wars. Why on this watch?
We shall be paying for it all
The great intend is being botched
As wheels come screeching to a stall
Old broken ties, folks out of play
Long harvest comes with little corn
In time all heals, storm goes away
But leaves dismay, fatigue and scorn
Can’t act as bully among friends
And even less among the foes
“Put in your place” is how it ends
And often with a bloody nose
The shortage’s coming, doubt not
And price, sky-high. Which we OKayed
Big boys be fighting, with us caught
In vicious senseless trade blockade
I want a win for our side
And pot of gold at rainbow’s end
Must walk through anger, pain and snide
While tariff wars are global trend
April 28, 2025
In the rain some people are salt.
Then, dissolving like one they should halt:
That God had okayed Rainfall no fault;
My challenge to delay Destined Vault…
The coldest rains could invite that vault,
One’s exposed head to it obvious fault
Does it matter that one is no salt
What you should stop a go-ahead to halt…
Then, for the living umbrella
No skipping Confined Cinderella,
Nor restricting it to Gabriela
Nor “You can’t have one, Ursula!”
A device for springing it open
Any time you want this to happen
And what you’d see: Dome-Shaped Tarpaulin:
A shade for all folks, not just Pauline…
Umbrella all thunderstorms could ravage
And one could hear Umbrella “Savage!”
At one’s service as a walking stick
With it bad legs can distances lick…
The usually easily misplaced
But not as easily the replaced;
After a pounding rain has held off
And from minds a need for it switched off…
A’s family is A’s Umbrella:
Protect one from germs: Salmonella.
The holes in its tarpaulin stitch up:
Droplets from them could start a hiccup…
A baby you left to stay
You’ve licensed to stray,
For find it shall its way
To some paradise bright or grey.
An ass you kept at bay,
No fodder on its tray,
Won’t spare you a bray:
A way of having its say.
Your stacks of green hay
You didn’t sun all day
You’ve okayed their ***** decay
And shouldn’t to this say ‘Nay’.
One with millions to pay.
In tears begins to pray:
The unlikeliest to look gay,
The likeliest to start a fray.
All these: truths you an feel their flesh
Like that of predatory thresh.
The atmosphere killed, but moisture came from rock,
I did not judge this sinner’s block ravishing, just clock,
No stripes inside to ease away the pain, despair, hock,
Wires to traverse those structures not according, shock.
Did the eclipse light a fire within the heart, point stayed?
Or was Einstein there to fan and place, unaffecting okayed?
Did Steve Davis snooker the lass and the said, delayed?
And could decades set the wrong aright, deep parlayed?
Science will cure the Coronavirus without question, doubt,
Keep washing your hands, rational thought counts stout,
Stay away from other people to reduce your chances out,
Reason is in rationality, of human principles - values count.
A Turbulent Tongue
A truly turbulent tongue may be tried and tied;
Actions performed were to have lied and lied;
Much noise made;
By no one okayed,
While big moving mouth had been open wide.
Jim Horn
I'm Tired of All the BS
By Franklin Price
10/9/2017
I'm tired of all the BS
That's going on today
The getting rid of all tradition
That got us to this day
The holidays and history
That made us who we are
I'm not a drunk by any means
But this may send me to the bar
Columbus Day which is today
Some are trying now to change
Indiginous Day they're striving for
Another day to rearrange
Christmas is now Xmas
And it's a Happy Holiday
No longer Merry Christmas
Not a thing that you should say
Can no longer say a prayer in school
Or pledge allegiance to the flag
The squeaky wheel gets so much grease
Sometimes it makes me gag
Everything must be okayed
Down to the smallest group
What happened to majority?
Where are we in the loop?
I don't believe in predjudice
That's a thing for only fools
Minorities should have respect
Majority sets the rules
I could go on forever
Or at least for quite awhile
But it only makes me grimace
I would rather have a smile
If the majority is silent,
Does not participate in fate,
Don't complain when freedom's gone
By then, it's way too late