Steampunk cat and his flying contraption flew to I.O. Way
I looked up from Cedar Rapids and saw him that sky blue day.
How about a ride? I yelled to the steampunk cat who gave a wave.
Next thing I knew he was landing next to my friend Dave.
Dave was getting onboard when I finally got over there.
Can I get in too? I asked the Steampunk Cat, who had a haughty air
Just men, he said, honestly, I am not fond of women at all.
How can anyone be prejudiced against women? What gall!
Of course not, you don't mean it
No one ever does
The new sacrificial lamb at your foul altar
Lost among historical fuzz
Should we live another century
The history books will claim
It was a violent tragedy
For which villains we must blame
But villainy is frighteningly common
When the status quo is shaken
Millennials cling to Harry Potter
And our lives are forsaken
"Quiet you, it's not so bad,
Now vote for your slow death."
To use us for sweet brownie points
And damn us with your next breath
It's never offering a lifting hand
Or a place onboard the Ark
It's always shame and scarce-veiled threats
Of leaving us in the dark
Clinging to false roles you learned
When you were but a teen
Biology is so much more
Yet you hide behind a screen
Cover your eyes, state your pride
Say you're better than the rest
Yet cast your lot with abusers
Since nicely they were dressed
I've no faith in baby blue
That shade has become red
Because I've seen you in sheep's clothing
Wishing that I was dead.
Pulgar De Capo< who wrote the lyrics
I heard he was scared to use his active card
due to it's name.:per diem, or diurnal. He
bought a new guitar and meet up with his
tour manager to discuss changing the way
his tour would be funded. He saw his success
in music as being more modern. "Man I aint riding
no horse from town to town. " We can get a tour bus
have an onboard Cusine Specalist, excercise goon : and a vocal coach.
The drummer, the gutairist and the pianist and keyboard
operate can share the ride with me
save the money and just deal with
tryna be freinds in the end!"
They toured the nation and did some gigs in Mexico and Canada. They bought a manion on Baja Pennensula: there they meet up with
Opera Gig masters.
"That Disco type stuff is new. We founded New-Wave Groove" a new way of jamming and creating
soothing groove minded music!" we love the New Type "Cool Grooves" that wicked Funky Cool Stuff"
Pulgar Mannticc
guitar palyer
for
Manntic Live
The bordello camp
Morning in Aruba, the cock has crowed three times
Men get out of beds that hundreds have slept in
of other men, they are silent, waiting for taxis
to take them back to their ship
Sad men, there is no jubilation here, cigarette smoke
A cold morning beer while waiting for the transport
A seaman, overcome by the tardiness, tries to run away
There is nowhere to run; the whore camp is in the desert
on a desert, sand, bushes, and snakes.
The madman, plied with alcohol, is sleeping.
The other carried him onboard.
In the courtyard, a woman swipes the dance
floor, doesn't bother to look up, when this day ends
They will be back again, or someone like them
will come, here, drink, dance, and pay for sex
Baku and the Swedish cook
It sounds impossible, but 72 years ago, I was
a galley-boy on an old tank ship loading
oil for Iceland, a country with watery beer
Baku, I remember the long avenue, empty
of people and poorly lit.
The cook and I had gone ashore, and we were
the only one who dared me, because I had
not been brainwashed, and the cook who
was Swedish, Stige Hellander, his name, and
a communist
There was a party somewhere near the men
Who wore a double-breasted suit to grow in
and padded shoulder, making them look odd
Oh, yes, they were party functionaries
Stige, the cook, enjoyed himself with free vodka.
They put it in a corner with a bottle of milk
and bars of chocolate, until it was time to go
back onboard, Stige, the cook, sang rude songs
Now, seventy-two years later, I learn that Baku
is not in Russia
God made my bed this morning
Of course, I made my bed, but God planned according
God ordains all things, (good or bad, all things)
Yes, even the Drill Sergeant’s inspection to see if my bed springs
(All y’all will know what that means, if you know what I mean)
Does that mean God is evil?
No, He predestines all things and figures in our free will
That’s right, God predestines our free choices
(even when the duvet is not quite poi-fect)
God made my breakfast this morning
Of course I made my own, He provided all things, conforming
He provides all things up to and while, and the continuing
(He sees the seeing and knows the knowing, the end, and the beginning)
So, whatever you do, do unto the Lord
Because He’s in control, so be onboard
As in Pacto Arco Iris, so it is in all God’s covenants
As our God is moving by thwarting Satan’s intents
So, as you go about your day
Have comfort knowing God has planned the way
Even your free choices fit into His plan
For every child and women and every man
Praise the King of saints
Let's make sweet music, I'm onboard
I'll play the strings and strum the chords
Easy does it, nice and slow
One has to take one's time you know
It takes a while to make good songs
Sometimes it may take all night long
To get in sync and lock the groove
The best songs are the ones that move
Love in the twilight age
Is a ripe love
No longer about perfect
But about giving a comfortable feeling
To go back home.
Love is never not a respecter of age
It's just that it doesn't fit in the early stage
Some says it has still acid taste when over ripe
Nevertheless able to onboard the last trip
Though early or last but love is never late.
Wrote a poem just four years ago
reminding myself how I must grow.
Entitled it then "Looking Ahead";
Each year, new verse I add to that thread.
“Looking inward in 2-O-2-2.
a more intentional me for You
Resolutions help me get onboard
and glorify the Almighty Lord."
Looking outward in 2-O-2-3
treasuring what Christ has meant to me,
wishing God's commonwealth to enlarge,
thanking my Savior who has full charge.
Looking forward in 2-O-2-4
fulfillment - what God put me here for -
to share my faith as I run this race
knowing that no one deserves His grace.
Looking upward in 2-O-2-5
God’s spirit alone will help me thrive.
Wishing does no justice to His cause;
but obedience wins His applause.
Onboard the P-lane
it was sh-Aking
a B-it scary.
Nice aeria-L
shows centra-L parts
home-Land of mines.
The hurt is pooling in my throat
and to avert the watershed,
you build the dams I tolerate,
make my demands the stagnant moat
where if the bridge is drawn, I'll drown
So I hold on to stay afloat
Then, once I'm safely back onboard,
your gaze, a hazel gray garrote,
will take my breath away, instead
I tolerate the dams you build
for fear I'll find no other boat
A sea-faring vessel on Galilean
Sea, fully dutied, dawn's a storm.
The ship's crew saw Christ walk
on water -- disciples inclusive.
Peter bid to partake, Christ said,
"Come." He beheld watery life
'neath the becalm Sea Glass, and
his whole being walks over it, raises
his inner glory to Christ's glory
divine, voice of assurance.
The storm woke Peter and fear
joined the climb. The Sea Glass robs
Peter's leap of faith to a sunken fate.
" ... little faith ... room for doubt."
The storm ends, and Peter is safe
onboard.
A vessel stern bids farewell, and its
crew praising the Son of God, as a
parting wanes a shimmering glass
sea mid a new calm proverbial day.
Voyagers
The old ship
rust stripped like a Sudanese mule
doomed to carry fleeing people across
a landscape of despair
Why, she floats is a lasting mystery
From one obscure port to another
she finds her way
The captain and the chief are never sober
plays ten-cent poker
The captain signs the manifesto but takes
no interest, what's in the ship's hold
other than massive rats
when did the pair come onboard, was it
when they were young and wore uniforms
and had shiny black shoes inspected
the crew's fingernail on Saturdays?
Morning in La Plata
tomorrow I will go ashore in Buenos Aires
eat fresh meat and dance the tango.
Voyagers
The old ship
rust stripped like a Sudanese mule
doomed to carry fleeing people across
a landscape of despair
Why, she floats is a lasting mystery
From one obscure port to another
she finds her way
The captain and the chief are never sober
plays ten-cent poker
The captain signs the manifesto but takes
no interest, what's in the ship's hold
other than massive rats
when did the pair come onboard, was it
when they were young and wore uniforms
and had shiny black shoes inspected
the crew's fingernail on Saturdays?
Morning in La Plata
tomorrow I will go ashore in Buenos Aires
eat fresh meat and dance the tango.
National day
25 of April Portugal's
national day
It so happened my ship, birthed that day
a night Lisbon didn't sleep
Great Jubilation
whores gave their wares for free
thieves didn't steal
and the bar owner splashed brandy.....
generously into your glass
I came back onboard five in the morn
waving a Portuguese banner
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