China refusing to kowtow
Trump bends over backward to bow,
Blaming ‘no good’ media
For powwow with India
Whose time in world he feels is now,
Yet, wearing horse's blinds,
He hardly knows nor finds
How his own time’s ticking somehow.
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Happenings | 01.06.2026 | American, India, political, humour, Limerick
Note: At long last it dawns on Trump that ‘India’s time in the world is now’—suddenly after downplaying the country for long-- imposing 50 percent tariff, calling it a hellhole, cozying up with Pakistan against India, undermining QUAD agenda…Why this late realization? Perhaps, after failing to get a much-anticipated warm hug from China’s XI, reality has dawned on him at last.
The drums awaken beneath my feet
My breath aligns with summer's heat
Each step repeats the sacred beat
Jingles answer earth to ground
They shimmer prayers with sound
I sew the story onto skin
Each cone an oath I carry in
Their silver tongues begin within
Ankles speak in moving light
Dresses know moving might
I follow rythm, new and old
From noises taught, a hand hold
It braids my hair, keeps me cold
Between strikes, answers reply
Pulse answers pulse; i fly
The floor becomes a lake of rain
My knees recall the coming pain
Each jingle breaks the falling chain
I dance healing into heart
For those who ache, I keep smart
The elders hum my hidden name
My steps return the gifted game
I wear the sound that says my fame
This dress of tin becomes home
Where bodies mend; spirits roam
Let’s have a family powwow on zoom.
That way we’ll get to see the new bride and groom.
Six households were ready to teleconference that day.
A dancing parrot with a nasty mouth kind of got in the way.
We had no idea this spoiled bird would be along.
He wore a pirate hat and sang an awfully bawdy song.
The kids thought groom’s bird was hilarious, laughed their tongues out.
What did he say? Grandpa asked, with an enormously loud shout.
The bride was embarrassed by her new husband’s nasty pet.
She said “put him away!” but Grandma Garland yelled “Not quite yet!”
Grandpa's not been interested in anything new since nineteen sixty-three.
A unanimous vote from the rest of us said “let the bawdy parrot be.”
Big fight
Last night
Clyde's Bar
Bizzare
Tough guys
Streetwise
Much brew
Fists flew
Thrown chairs
Pulled hairs
Black eyes
Loud cries
One bloke
Nose broke
Heads bashed
Teeth trashed
Knives slashed
Pecs gashed
Cops came
To tame
Powwow
Peace now
All's well
That's swell
Great fight
Last night
Slow down, little sailor man, it’s time to set sail
For a land where you can ride on moonbeams
Soar through the clouds and hold a dragon by its tail.
Slow down, little sailor man, it’s time for sweet dreams
About fairylands and magical journeys, and other things
All too fantastic, too marvelous for daytime, it seems.
Slow down, little sailor man, adventures tomorrow brings
When you’ll be wide awake and bright as you can be
Tomorrow, when the sun comes out and the red robin sings.
Slow down, little sailor man, I can tell you are sleepy
So close your eyes and drift away to a dreamland now
Where everything is beautiful and, well, simply dandy.
Tomorrow, you and I will have another fine powwow.
Written May 8, 2022
How dare you bite me?
Little mosquito
Go, find someone else
To dig in your toe
You bother me much
So I will just splat
Now you're there, now not
You blood-sucking brat
I thought it's over
Our unspoken grudge
But you haunt me 'gain
With your tiny smudge
Your sibling or friend
Comes seeking revenge
I don't like him too
He should not infringe
So there goes my hand
You can't stop me now
He joins you too soon
Ending our powwow
06.24.2021
my first trip to Nevada
drove a car out of town
destination Avi in the Mojave
just the sound of it was music to my ears
I remembered a movie I loved
and that’s where it was set
Mojave… Mojave…
sign showing powwow underway
what incredible luck
the car had barely stopped
I was out and gone
drawn by the drumming afar
making my way through the sand
part way there at my feet
as if beckoning
just there like an offering
a big sandwashed oval stone
perfectly soft
breathtakingly beautiful
incredibly… there waiting for me
nothing like it anywhere in sight
nothing anywhere
bar drumming in the distance
and this one lone treasure
so I picked it
like a lovely ripe fruit
fresh from the Mojave desert
AP: 2nd place, Honorable Mention 2021
Here is my every other...
15 minutes until the hour-
I have my tech tool powwow to scowl,
30 minutes from the end-
I'm in the descend,
I know I'm the key to this pen,
I know I know how to spend...
But the people are there to descend,
and they loved being alone without my advice and rent.
So many different problems I've personally never experienced arrived,
Guns, Drugs, Bad Adults, Spies...
I want mine-
145 years alive,
I want to dine,
in the distance with the friends who are alive-
But I can't...
I'm not conceded like an appointed hump,
I'm just endangered and a little bleeded,
like I have no other,
like I am a dove in an oven,
So don't tingle-tangle with them,
Represent this!
Exemplify the print!
It's older than Bible spins!
It's cold as me in the fires of ancient fins-
forget desire's so that this can reward you heart'd and leave them with no other mother to inspire,
get at the slow jam because they aren't fast enough to perspire!
Do this thing!
Be a M'F'in' Tower!
Be that that doesn't design or cower!
Playing solitaire and writing poems
is the main use out of my computer
This computer is more than an item
will never replace the wife she’s cuter
My first wife left me for her online love
The second one was an online lover
This wife isn’t giving me any shove
after this one I’m not finding another
In baseball there’s three strikes and there’s three outs
and I don’t have any regrets at all
In all my marriages there were some shouts
no matter what I am still standing tall
Facebook is a no fly zone for me now
my last wife probably at a powwow
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