In a clash of burgers and biryani,
Manchurian with Russian fares so many,
All else that watch the fun
From fence with just bread-bun…
To guess who’ll lose, who’ll win,
It’s too early a scene,
Seems, burgers might lose their ‘reserved’ penny.
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Happenings |04.09.2025| humour, world, war
Note: A proxy war is going on in the world, the western developed countries versus the so-called south, call it a global power and the pretender hopeful, or NATO, QUAD and BRICS, SCO. Obviously in this ditty, burgers, biryani…., represent their countries. And then there are some fence-sitters. It seems, USA today has to contend with its President more than anyone else.
In absence of
True leadership
Who's in the lead.
Dogs, cats, children, mates, heck, even strangers
sometimes find themselves drawn close
in proximity to something
they feel but may not
even know how to articulate.
Such is Life.
Like seeking like,
the comfort of others
in security
obviously, but more so,
fundamentally so,
in love.
Love is what fuels Life;
an axiomatic recognition
that differentiates the spiritual
from the mere material.
Spiritual values have lost favor
because by definition they are intangibles,
and as such subject to vague and fuzzy thinking.
But the spiritual qualities we all know
are so obvious to be taken for granted;
love, patience, kindness, generosity, perseverance, humor…
What would Life be without them?
And so it goes,
the pull towards a center
shifting in each instance,
each relationship.
We think it’s warmth the pet or child or mate
is seeking as it cuddles close
but it’s proximity it craves
and needs; a proximity
that’s a proxy for love.
(For Jake - 9/16/23)
uncle sammy loaned
himself some money
to give to auntie nati's
newest honey
so uncle jerry
would do the very same
with mister rus to blame
for blowing pipes
but no one gripes
for honey a proxy
makes us all seem foxy
Soli, Soli, then be Tacet!
Soli, Soli, then be Tacet!
Ossai,Ossai, Rubato,Tenuto
Ossai, Soli.
Adagio? Adagio: no, no, no !
Vivase! Vivase, Vivase!
Da Capo!
De Capo!
Divisi, Cresendo,Cresendo!
Aria, Arai, Mastros baton wishes
me to sing., legato, legato
ah- buto concerto!
they prayed for six spheres!
One in a million
One in a billion
One in a trillion
Thank You Edward Snowden
Your Name is Enough.
Note. The one who stood against agencies.
Lesson. Those who fly solo have the strongest wings.
Q.Do we want to live in a society where we live totally naked in front of government and they are totally opaque to us?
God is master of the universe
except on the internet
he often needs help
he has no internet account
so followers cheat
here and there
God must be heard
he commanded the cheat
Is all in the small print
God they feel is not strong
he needs them to defend
me me me me little me
to make sure he is heard
I don't see irony
I don't understand irony
I don't really have iron morals
I simply cheat and iron, then cheat
I, blinded, extremist, iron clad
there are poets
there are hackers
some are philosophers
some see behind the smoke screen
tick tock
the computer slows to a crawl
the cell phone misses calls
wonder do ya?
was God behind that all?
Will you write poems by proxy,
To someone like me who is foxy;
So must inquire;
We know a liar;
Was Trump who is hot to trotsy.
Jim Horn
Once I seemed respected,
Loved even might I say
But those the closest to me
Took my life away.
They fooled me with their promises
They fooled me by their lies
And now I am rejected
That's what happens when love dies.
I gave them everything I had
I trusted them to be
The people that I needed
To love and sustain me.
Their minds have all been poisoned
They will no longer see
The person that I really was
But just an effigy.
It took a very long time
To bring me to my knees
They've stuck so many pins in me
That they may now me seize.
Their eyes are shining brightly
Glistening with greed
They stand to gain my property
While all I do is bleed.
I have the biggest heart
That you will ever find
But I have been set-up to look
As if I've lost my mind.
There's no one left to turn to
There's nowhere left to run
I am so very sad to say
No-ones prepared to come.
Thoughts of Politicians by Proxy
(President-House-Senate)
By Franklin Price
8/17/2016
(forward)
I'm not a politician
Would never want to be
By looking at their actions
These are the thoughts I see
(proxy thoughts)
What a cush job I have got
Don't have to work so much
The money's good from everywhere
Barely have to stay in touch
Expense account is limitless
Just has to look like work
Have staff that do the thinking
So I don't look like a jerk
The rich who want my favors
Come to my office on the hill
Say I can do a lot for you
If you could only pass this bill
See I get this contract
With a cost plus on the page
And the good things that will come to you
Could not be foretold by a sage
Don't worry about the people
This phrase I say by rote
I memorized, “I'm here for you”
If it's close in time to vote
(epilogue)
There's so much more that I could say
But I'll no longer waste my words
We the people could change everything
If we quit following in herds
These hours own shadows, hold words that we will never speak. We cannot see past the next line. This fear of dreaming craves my sleep. And you taste sweet when the anger chases you down.
Silver moons hang down from heaven. We are the last of the unbelievers. We got left here at the rivers edge.
The cold is creeping in, into the corners and I follow you. Alien child, you suck the blood from my wounds. This war will not crush us. I hear you laugh out loud. Or maybe thats just you crawling up my spine... Stitched together, lonely tonight.
Concrete demons hide behind these doors. I feel the moisture of your breath. Morning glory stories unfold into the texture of my eyes. My patchwork romance held together with lies. Just one more hit and we will see again. And we could be fine again.
Reminded of your rose pink lips, perfect kiss. I will never tell your secret.
Forgiven by Proxy
Forgiven, Heavenly Father’s Son, by proxy bore our death.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
February 16, 2010
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