Woodsman on a prowl
Sneaking around like an owl
Noticing innocents getting a fright
Watchman you are a good knight
Defending partiers in a plight
Battling a monster in a murderous fight
Erich you guarded them all
Despite the rainfall
Where thunder clapped
Lightning snapped
Spotlighting your heroic stage
Heralded by the girls maturing in age
Until your deadly scripted page
As we reflect surrounded by campfire mist
Who should be on the angelic list
Mr. Anderson may not have received Brad Clooney fame
But we knew your look maybe not name
Reminded the rat was Ben
While the chopping mall no longer needed Ken
RIP mechanical hiking buddy
Protecting those from evil not really funny
Make it sunny
Heavens will be brighter
Since you are now a soulful fighter
We all down here
Are in it for the scream and cheer
Toasting Rob Dier
With a corkscrew and beer
Ever snorted cocaine?
I watched some partiers snort cocaine last night,
in a dark, Manhattan nightclub corner celebration.
But I’ve never crossed that line. The white line.
When offered some, with unctuous camaraderie,
I shrugged and said, “No, sorry, I’m allergic.”
What are you supposed to say, “Crack is whack,”
or “I prefer my coke with rum and ice?”
The white line. I don’t cross the line.
It’s not the first time, of course, I saw more drugs
in high school than I have at Yale. I’ve mostly seen
“study drugs,” there, like provigil, adderall and alza (concerta).
Do they give students an advantage? I don’t know, maybe.
Call me a boxcut or a squarepants, but my parents are doctors,
and I just don’t cross those lines - those little white lines.
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Webster: Unctuous: “an obvious, fake friendliness”
Slang: ‘boxcut’ ot ‘squarepants’ = a square, a no fun party-pooper
*I use artistic license for colors: for instance, adderall can be a blue, orange or yellow pill.
When life's drudgery is pulling me down,
I love the atmosphere of a party.
And whether a nerd or the office clown
I like a jokester who parties hearty.
What's funnier than a drunken buddy
weaving from one brouhaha to the next?
And if fights break out and things get bloody,
at least it's not done under false pretext.
Partiers are a happy-go-lucky lot
who live in the now; they find themselves in.
And the crazy ones are eagerly sought;
for they're the zing that lets the fun begin.
Partiers are friends I want to be around;
when life's drudgery is pulling me down.
While homeless people beg for food;
partiers celebrate New Year's Eve.
Cheerful festivities flourish;
only steps from empty bellies.
Drunk revelers sing Auld Lang Syne
while homeless people beg for food.
Happy hugs and midnight kisses;
are juxtaposed by poverty.
The haves, helping out the have-nots;
was last year's failed resolution.
While homeless people beg for food:
they're kept discreetly out of sight.
Friends ply guests with delicacies
and large amounts of alcohol.
And by midnight, they're vomiting:
while homeless people beg for food.
Better Than Winning the Lottery
One of eight hundred employees, am I.
It was a joyous eve, Christmas of '80,
Toiled so fellow workers can have some fun.
The company party, grand prize, is high.
'Tis a world trip be, trade isles? Mayhaps Haiti?
~~more sun.
Too busy for quirks, in and of itself,
until partiers trailed, my milieu had gone,
rise a giddy state, work - worked up, weighty.
Candor faults - change to cash - thoughts to myself,
~~I won!
2020 October 27
*1st Place*
A BRIAN STRAND FORMED
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2022 March 16
*1st Place*
The Speaker
~~Sara Kendric: Judged 2020 November 21
In my bubble, I'm deprived of human touch,
unable to express my love or hold hands.
I can no longer hug those I love so much,
and I only hope my grandson understands.
I'm in isolation; I've nowhere to go:
when asked how I am, I answer, 'I don't know.'
I'm starting to feel abandoned and all alone;
and sometimes cry, talking to friends on the phone.
From my balcony, I've watched the city die:
its parking lots, empty as cemeteries.
And when demand for masks overwhelmed supply,
folks started treating friends as adversaries.
The hearts of young partiers hardened over time:
they stopped wearing their masks, no reason or rhyme.
But today's news says vaccines are on the way;
and so, I wrote a poem to mark this day!
Our lamb has finally flashed his mane.
Crashing through the Bush
into the Armageddon plane.
Tail twitching slashing fangs.
He's going to liberate a people shrouded in our blood.
Clean up those weapons of mass destruction.
Make an oasis out of glass oasis theology.
That open palm has turned into a fist...on a dime...on a dollar.
Over the top of a barrel of sweet crude oil.
To prove you're not a ***** like those tea partiers think you are.
You're the lion president, feeding our enemies.
While our children go hungry.
It's been a hot summer,
did you know our schools don't have air conditioning.
but I'm getting off topic....
Fruitless war
your biggest blunder...to date
leaky intelligence
trigger finger
eagle eyed bombs
charring children
lamb to lion
on a dime
on a dollar.
Over the soul of a barrel of bittersweet crude...
Now I'm probably Censored for speaking against your wishes.
I could give a *hit.
Let the truth clear your opaque transparencies...
The pinkies are laughing hysterically.
Tea anybody?
"The budget should be balanced, the Treasury should be refilled, public debt should be reduced, the arrogance of officialdom should be tempered and controlled, and the assistance to foreign lands should be curtailed lest Rome become bankrupt. People must again learn to work instead of living on public assistance." Cicero , 55 BC
controversy over government nothing new
Civil War? oxymoron
in a country divided, there is no civility
protestors fume on Wall Street
Tea Partiers toss their caffeine into the mix
Federal Reserve makes unauthorized loans
but to whom we do not know
states debate seceding from the union
families learn to live on budgets
countries spend what they don’t have
why don’t we learn from history?
“Render to Caesar the things that are Caesar’s”
is there anything left for us?
look to Cicero and sages of the past
Plato and Socrates will set the disenfranchised straight too
*Entry for Brian’s “Anywhichway” contest
They want the people to go away
To keep quiet
shhhh…. don’t say a word.
But…we’re not!
We the people elected them!
Why should we stay quiet?
This is our country!
We are the people!
We are the voters!
We own this country…not the elected officials!
So..why should we be quiet?
Why should we go away!
Who in the hell are those elected officials anyway!
Get out! Get out of my government! I don’t want you anymore!
“….when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same
object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute despotism, it is their right, it
is their duty, to throw off such government, and to provide new guards for their
future security.” [Declaration of Independence]
Written in response to the assertion by some officials in Washington and the media
that the citizens calling themselves Tea Partiers were a bunch of political radicals
and crackpots.
as if agreeing
lilacs bob their heads in breeze
....crocuses amused
warming their faces
tulips look towards the sun....
just happy to be
delightfully vain
partiers in spring dresses
.... flowers in full bloom
The wresting groung for old homos
Is full tonight
Because we spilled so much of our youth
In endless repeat anonymous encounter
That it was not enough to end the world once
More than a thousand medieval nonyears ago,
That spun off revolution in the sixties
Into reactionary shaved heads in the ninties.
They're scratching their old heads
Saying what have we done when we were young
enough to know better
Than dad
Because we had more fun than zoot suits
That women diddn't catch on
Until they got mad enough at us
To start their own rest home
For the partiers who came too late
To catch onto the disease that followed
Our young release
At the old new
We now are.