The gelatintion of used
and fry grease waste.
fry your catfish in me
fry your chickens bay-bay
them potatoes fry crisped and all
grease slatting on the wall
shrimps and zuchinni too
baking soda doughnut
fried up too
then when it starts to stink
and the porkchops come out pink
sprinkle in the soldifier hardener
and that old grease
is ready for the trash can
when the potaos won't clear it up
sprinkle the powda and solidfy it up
and dump the grease out there
Film Clip of Lex luthor
in his college days
doing an advertisment for
Gelationizer grease remover
filed under "Attribution" from
Supermans notes found
in a breifcase at the
Metropolis Mall
by Hal Jordon and Alan Scott
Oswald Cobblepot and wealthy businessman
offered them a fortune for the breifvase.
Tune in to see what transperes.
3 slightly different interpretations in
delivery of the same line or lines.
Cobblepot spoke to them via phone
and then they agreed to meet somewhere
near the railtracks.
Written by
Dr. Johnathan Crane
of
Acme Betterance
a
Acme Company
Reserch Deptment
I had a cat, a large one
I thought I loved the cat
The cat thought he loved me too!
Then, one day,
They took the cat away
The cat, with the bassinet, the little furry presence
And Sameeha’s science club chapstick
And I thought I was kissing scientific a book cover
Where he is artistic in a beauty in the other way, rare.
It was a cat. After all, it was just a cat
It had the nicest jacket ,
with hoodies on,
the cat used to sit on time,
the cat
And it had the fish, tummy time, happy face, and everything first time
For I never yearn to come back! For there, to chime!
It is just a known type of pain that I knew for far too long!
On a question paper, pm time, departmental too
Dealey Plaza, are you keeping right on the still unresolved Elm street?
Heavenly God , do you play around heavenly to utter Godsay, is your slip
Where you do not know usually after or before the strait the gate
You never knew Jack Ruby and you never knew Oswald
So you never knew other than too much other than, Please, other tall!
Conspiracy theories are nothing new
I'm sure you know a few
But they can take you down a dark maze
And used by politicians to manipulate you
The moon landing was said to be fake
With wind and shadows on the make
Was it just wishing on a star
And faked to win the cold war
JFK conspiracy theories still persist
Was it Oswald that did it, or the mob
Or was it the goverment who killed him
In a sinister plot
Covid 19 has many conspiracy theories
First they said it was a hoax contrived by the media
But it was a deadly virus
That killed millions
There is one about the Denver Airport
Said to be the Illuminati's headquarters
Where lizard people live
Beneath the buildings
The most famous one is that the Earth is flat
Even though proven that its not
Yet people still believe that
Are people crazy or what?
There is the theory that the election was stolen
And Italian satellites changed people's votes
And on and one it goes
Right down the rabbit hole
There is the one that Poetry Soup is run by aliens
Trying to steal our thoughts
Don't go running for cover
That one's just a joke.. :>)
9-13-2022
Byron didn't wait for me.
Across the hall Becky tried not to look.
Chalk was everywhere.
Knuckles was already suspended.
Trailing the varsity jackets I
Oscillated between chic and irreverent.
Someone yelled, "barf!"
Charades and hustlers cover every inch.
How am I going to find my locker?
Oswald points me to "304."
Oblong and wrong I walk there.
Looking forward, looking backward.
From afternoon siesta nap
with clear focus of mind
in holey torn vest a barefoot child leapt -
out bed and door and gate
a pool in St Anns to find,
and followed the circle road
from whence he slept
O’ fateful happy trail led
to one Oswald Berkley,
whose infant charge took under his wing.
An angel of The Lord
sent to guide me
on my rendezvous with fate
in the park wandering
“Come child, I’ll take you
where you wanna go”
said the Mirror Man at the radio station,
and to air lest not my
whereabouts to know
did broadcast my daring tale
all across the nation
He drove and I pointed
and dried my crying tears
‘round the Savannah in a stranger’s keep,
who took my ragged picture
and took away my fears -
unto me a shepherd and I
unto he a lost sheep!
Written: November 2008
What sad fate does all of these celebrities likely have in common?
Aaliyah
Aaron Hernandez
Abraham Lincoln
Amy Winehouse
Anna Nicole Smith
Bob Marley
Brandon Lee
Brittany Murphy
Bruce Lee
Buddy Holly
Christopher Wallace - Notorious B.I.G.
Elvis Presley
Frank Zappa
George Washington
Gianni Versace
Grace Kelly
Heath Ledger
Jeffrey Epstein
Jim Morrison
Jimi Hendrix
Joan Rivers
John F. Kennedy
John F. Kennedy, Jr.
John Lennon
John Todd
King Leopold II of Austria
Kobe Bryant
Kurt Cobain
Lee Harvey Oswald
Lou Reed
Malcolm X
Marilyn Monroe
Martin Luther King Jr
Michael Jackson
Otis Redding
Paul Walker
Pope John Paul I
Prince
Princess Diana
Ritchie Valens
Robert F. Kennedy
Robin Williams
Sam Cooke
Seth Rich
Stanley Kubrick
The Big Bopper
Tupac Shakur
Vince Foster
Whitney Houston
XXXTentacion
Sometimes,
the very best informed
remain the most naïve
Cronkite
in 1963,
“Oswald Was The One”
The Mob sat back
and licked their chops,
“Bobby’s Finished Now”
As millions mourn
in false belief
—and Warren to mislead
(Crazy Horse Memorial: Black Hills South Dakota, September, 2021)
Fifty-odd years ago
JFK died.
If you were living then,
You must have cried.
TV ran on and on –
Pink hat and shots;
Oswald and Ruby
Connecting the dots.
Bloodstains on Jackie,
The LBJ pledge;
All of America
Sitting on edge.
John John saluted,
The widow in black.
Innocence ended
And never came back.
Each twenty-second
The month of November,
Those moments flash back
And I pause to remember.
*This poem was written and posted
on November 22, 2011. The original
first line was "Forty-eight years ago..."
I decided that I couldn't say it any better today.
SILENT WATCHER
Oh the things she's seen,
Pterodactyls swooping low,
Nagasaki all aglow,
Iceage creeping over land,
Maradonna's cheating hand,
Armstrong making one giant leap,
Humpbacks singing in the deep,
Tutankhamen's golden face,
Unbeaten Frankl's final race,
Titanic's iceberg breaking free,
Anne Boleyn on bended knee,
Stonehenge rising from the plain,
Halley's comet passing again,
Nelson falling, duty done,
Oswald and that fateful gun,
Orbit fixed, she glides on by,
Silent watcher in the sky,
None can match her constant stare,
And to her beauty none compare.
Beyond this poetry with soups far apart,
Cabbage with snail traces of temptation,
"Papana?i" in sweet palace of cheese,
"Gumboti" - plum dumplings`nation
Scented with cinnamon on their knees
Kind of the three musketeers`story
- Although we like four- for your glory!
Sweet-sour Hungarian-Wallachian`desert.
Many of my poems are just like... cabbages!
My attempt to add serenity`s smile to all ages:
Now and then, you may find a cauliflower
With thyme and dill and tarragon`s power.
Actually, it's not about art of cooking dreams
Of vegan menu, without any sausages-rhymes;
Nor hot Brazilian ”saudade”- with tea and ice;
Oswald de Andrade's, who is really so nice!
As dedicated body and soul to crown
Gourmets eating themselves; invisible:
In the most post-modern way possible;
I pay a visit to great poets of the world:
I do not wear a shield and a sharp sword
Like in films with pretty ladies and knights
Singing "Chavaliers de la table ronde"-twice;
But I think I love you all, everyone, everyone!
Clara Oswald Who
The Doctor's secret wife—who knew?
Returned from September's honeymoon
By way of last year's month of June
Review the annals of history
Murder upon murder you'll see
Start with Adam and Eve's son, Cain
Who murdered his brother Abel in vain
Then there's Moses, the saintly lawgiver
Who murdered an Egyptian taskmaster and shivered
The greatest of playwrights, Shakespeare, didn't hedge his bets
He wrote of murder in 'Julius Caesar,' 'Macbeth' and 'Romeo & Juliet'
What of Abe Lincoln's assassin, Mr. John Wilkes Booth?
His name lives all these years later, verily and forsooth
There's Lee Harvey Oswald, shot JFK -- ended Camelot
Else his name wouldn't be worth a pee in a pot
Can't forget the serial killers, whose souls are damned:
Richard Speck, John Wayne Gacy, Son of Sam
Not to mention the 'iconic' socialists you all know:
Lenin, Stalin, Hitler, Mao, and Idi Amin also
In this century you don't have to rack your brain
We've had Osama bin Laden, Bashar Assad, Sadam Hussein...
As for 'professionals,' Bonnie & Clyde are your bank robbers
And how about ('Scarface') Al Capone for a celebrity mobster?
So, you want your name to be ever remembered?
Just commit a few murders: Behead and dismember!
On that fateful day in November in '63,
is the day that the evil shadows laughed with glee,
immediately changing JFK's course of history,
Oswald being the CIA pawn patsy,
Warren Commission saying case closed,
dead man walking down hall time froze,
Zapruder's film showing different views,
of JFK's death whereas conspiracy bloomed,
Slowing film down makes you wonder,
magic bullet, book depository blunder,
eyewitnesses meeting unusual deaths,
the shadows lies creating a domino effect,
To this day I watch in horror the famous film,
the only evidence of JFK's assassination hewn,
the lies underneath lies still buried underground,
JFK's eternal flame still flickering on his mound.
2-16-17
Paperless files prepared by pathetic people for patients never properly prevail
After the scanning is situated it seems their salary is second hand, sadly sadistic!
Nurses nurture but stick needles in arms nine times like a rusty and nasty nail
Doctors must drink dill juice with breath like a stinky dried dying dinostystic!
Every minute he exhales all eight ethnic dinners, he eats while he’s enthralled
Mr. Moneybags may be macho, but the misses milked his money in the morning
On an obscure day the Viagra rep had an out pour of pills on old Mr. Oswald!
Nymphs so needy, but the naked image never made them nearly horny!
Intimidated Irene has improved yet her impulse to scream idioms is intriguing
Under the desk she unties her shoes singing “U Can’t Touch This” so unpleasing!
Mr. Moneybags makes a move like MC Hammer not knowing the musical meaning!
***NOT FOR CONTEST JUST FOR FUN***
Date Written: July 26, 2016
Marco Rubio
not many know he's the son of Jack Rubio
and who was he?
the guy who offed Oswald between luncheon and tea.
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