in the marketplace,
a rickshaw pedals round-
seeking a passenger.
I am not made for these modern times
Missouri mud runs through my veins
unspoiled country air flows through my lungs.
my roots are intertwined in the bedrock
of culture, traditions and folklore
of a pioneer Midwest
My heart beats with the rhythm
of wind through oak trees
the sway of golden wheat
steady fall of summer rain
on metal porch roofs
My voice is the sound
of pickup trucks on gravel roads
tractors plowing through gumbo
hoot of owls from leaning red barns.
yip of foxes or the howl of coyotes from
across green pastures under full moon’s glow
trumpeting of roosters greeting the day
song of blue jays, cardinals,
red wing blackbirds
caw of crows pecking through early snow
on harvested corn fields
beat of horse hooves
lazy bawling of cows
My nostrils are filled
with the smell of
wildflower meadows,
fresh baled hay
alfalfa, soybeans,
and apple blossoms
I am lightning bugs on summer’s eve
coon hounds asleep on sunlit porches
family picnics on red checkered tablecloths
horseshoes, freeze tag and kick the can
I am unlocked doors and open windows
rocking chairs and back porch swings
I am outdated
The truth is outdated
Falsehoods inflated
With hyperbole
created…
Fishing poles baited
wriggling worms slated
to reel in us guppies
addlepated…
who needs to know their gender identity
as the moon and sun compose the dance
felicitous and in harmonious balance to
the sound of non-binary revolutions
they transit sapiosexual fulfilment without
specification as to which one of them
takes the traditional lead in the ballet
unless you are German …
der Mond but die Mondnacht
die Sonne and der Sonnenaufgang
the rise and fall of the Third Reich
saved us from such linguistic confusion
because the is the for this that or other
stars and their charts are neutral
lie in the eye of the beholder
neither black nor white but colourblind
as the night proceeds from dusk
and dawn calls in the day
metaphors proceed on eloquent tongues
I like your kisses and embrace your caress
and while opposites might attract
othering is not part of my repertoire
male female transgender bisexual
exceed heteronormativity in itself
gay lesbian ***** does not determine
love kindness and compassion
feminine and masculine are labels
outdated and not always helpful
when solar and lunar
stand for what they are
and that is pure bliss
05th August 2021
If your ego is capacious
Or your appetite voracious
For a plucky, pertinacious
Confidence in cherished creeds,
Then your genius, though sagacious,
Conjures arguments audacious
Never seeing they’re fallacious:
Truth be told, you’re in the weeds.
Your disease: a contumacious
Predilection for tenacious
Relics of the late Cretaceous
Buried deep within your soul.
Now the clash of clues vexatious
Shows your self-made strait hellacious;
Still your will proves efficacious
To maintain your status quo.
In the face of facts veracious
When your mood is disputatious
You remain unfazed, pugnacious,
With your slowly dying breed.
Your rebuttals wax loquacious
To escape the perspicacious
But they seem a mite mendacious
To the few who pay them heed.
Though my grousing is ungracious
And my rhyming ostentatious
I won’t stoop to be salacious
For the horror’s grim and cold:
While your heart still soars flirtatious,
Charmed by pterosaurs predacious,
Laxness leaves your brain crustaceous,
Drying, hardening in its mold.
Back in my days,
there was an often heard phrase,
but these days it is not very popular.
The phrase I refer to,
that mainly my generation can relate to,
is, "I wish I had a camera."
I don't understand my cousin or his dumb decision.
There are many video game consoles but he only plays the Colecovision.
I tell him to buy an XBOX One or a Sony PS4.
I've suggested it many times but I get ignored.
He says that the Colecovision is the best console that has ever been made.
Obviously my cousin has been living under a rock for the last few decades.
He goes to Gamestop and asks for newly released Colecovision games.
They laugh him out of the store and just knowing him, brings me shame.
He doesn't realize that the Colecovision is an outdated 8 Bit piece of crap.
He said that the Colecovision puts the PS4 to shame and I gave him a slap.
I knocked the taste out of his mouth because I slapped him so hard.
No matter what I say, the Colecovision is something he won't discard.
The men in white coats just took him away because he says the Colecovision is superior.
One good thing about him being committed is that he can't play the Colecovision anymore.
God is not outdated or far away
He hears, and will answer each
Time you pray. He’s never too late
He’s always on time, relevant and
Reachable, the truest friend you’ll
Ever find.
Many religions historically has been
Branded with a code of conduct.
Christianity is not being religious
And dull, but a close personal
Relationship with God around the clock.
Some say Christians are weak, a soft touch
So to speak. But without God’s divine intervention
I am bound to constantly mess up, and make mistake.
In my weakness and disobedient ways he magnify
Himself, and give me strength all my days.
I am weak and God is strong, he promise to
Guide protect, and keep me from all wrong.
Not that I’m exempt from temptation and my foe,
But he will be a very present help in trouble whenever
I call, and wherever I go.
Outdated Copywriter
There is some old websites we are not sure where the people went they
disappeared and left the website running and people just continue using it? The
copywrite usually just says 1995 and the people where they went are they even
still alive? The Outdated copywriter lives in the old shoe with the goose and the
mother of the children two? Will the website still survive in 2095?
Outdated Copywriter
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