Lovely weather for Dunners' ducks (tongue in cheek peek at Dunedin's historic deluge)
"Stares upstairs..
Angels’ weeing above..
Be a good chap..
Show some love bruv..
Turn off the tap..
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No refuge from the subterfuge of the deluge..
Parched sandbag phalanxes..
Ranks marching in flanks..
Arching across busted banks..
Quaffing..scoffing..downpour spanks..
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Disbelief at the leisurely river Leith..
Despairing at it baring...glaring..teeth
Hurling....haring to unsheaf grief..
Mischief rashly unfurling…
Brashly whirling beneath.
Bawdry..tawdry thief...
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Baffled..can't they see...squiffy South D in a jiffy downed..
Snaffled..drowned and raffled to the sea..
Don't they care...iffy white caps slaps..won't perhaps spare even sniffy..
Snooty..spiffy St Clair..
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This rain ruckus.. pluvial palaver...
Whichever not whatever...
It totally sucks..
Planet forever in..
Fluvial flummoxed flux..
Tis rather lovely weather..
Though for Dunedin's ducks.."
Tears soothe heart's sorrow
A shoulder to lean heals the weak.
No soul seals the heart’s pore
The self only pictures its gore.
Humanity needs a shoulder to cry on,
As a star needs a night to shine.
Souls intertwine.
No man fills an island
Even testos do ease in she hand.
Sole forage piles up to forlorn.
A prowl without Devine to call on
Scare's chirping birds the jungles pawn
Like bush foliage raffled and blown
The weaklings and rats scrum
In nature fear and tantrum
But real prey pray to God.
No good the groping of blind
Endeavor on your own
The devil your soul will bind.
The abyss of hell you drawn
On bare a seed you're sown,
Blown by route less gust wind,
On the dumps yourself will find.
Nineteen-0-Nine World's
Fair in Seattle, a one
month old orphaned boy
was raffled off and someone
won, but nobody claimed him.
*The event was the introduction of an incubator for premature births. Unfortunately, the ultimate destiny of the child was still under investigation at the time, to-date, his whereabouts still remain unknown.
Date: 06/22/2019
When we were young we went to the fair
With our brothers and our sisters
We tilted on the Tilt-a-Whirl
And we twisted on the Twisters
We bulleted on the Bullet
And quite dizzy we would feel
But my stomach always turned and turned
When I rode that Ferris Wheel
We'd go to get some eats
Some pizza or spare ribs
They were always so darn good
We'd go back for second dibs
Candy apples with coconut
Were always fun to eat
And so was cotton candy
But they both were very sweet
We played the fifty-fifty
And we raffled for the car
We drank beer under the tents
And we ate clams at the bar
The spinning wheels were fun to play
But they were hard to win
Victor the bear was tough to wrestle
But someone beat him with a pin
Monsignor Wilus ran the show
And he was usually there
So thanks to him He brought us all
The good ole Iselin fair
Second Amendment and Child Like Behaviour
Suppose a red rose we should start to see
Reminding all those there of you and me
And such a short life together we did live
Total devotion to each other we would give.
AR-15 rifle is being raffled off by someone
Both automatic rifle and an assault gun
For conflicts and wars was only designed
Police and/or military operations combined.
In hunting by civilians was never meant for
Shooting of animals, coyotes or wild boar
National Guard local files check (LFC) you need
And how weapons chamber to properly feed.
Why would you want to give or sell a weapon
And each and every rule always be excepting
If you had unsatisfactory behavior incorrect
Sell any weapon to them should not select.
South does have a old flag great and grand
But why do they live in la la and fantasyland
Rules and regulations do destroy or distort
No wonder weapons holders win in any court.
Second Amendment sure is such a big issue
All Republicans and NRA will have to ensue
Need Democrats to be our protector and savior
Defend us from confusion and child like behavior.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Googled and Bamboozled
When she saw my eyes they both were googled
Causing her to be dumfounded and bamboozled
And then ended up becoming completely baffled
When off all my entire brains had been raffled.
How big of a hint do you ever have to receive?
Before belligerent mind soon starts to believe
After all the drums by many were drumming
Conclusion arrived at was Indians are coming.
Those are really the Cleveland ones that is
More prejudice baseball won't ever miss
Instead what looked like lions in a den
Turned out to be a Washington Redskin.
What to should emblems be the equivalent
And on all team uniforms is officially meant
That they sew on and put on proper display
A reference to Indian no way Jose' today.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet