Rat tat, tat, what is all that?
Pop, bang, boom,
that should not be in our room.
Now my friend that sits next to me is hurting.
Today's lesson was learning about different colors,
I never knew that reds and purples
would make me feel so faint.
Ms. Clarkson says we just be still and quiet,
without a peep.
Steven next to me is doing just that,
he seems almost asleep.
Rat tat, tat, what is all that?
Pop, bang, boom.
That should not be in our room.
More of my friends
are now resting on the floor,
I want to run for the door.
Everyone is crying,
I am crying too,
This is no dream,
I don't know what to do.
My school work is torn to pieces
and floating in the air.
Where is my mom and dad,
this all seems so unfair.
Rat, tat, tat.
Rat, tat, tat.
Rat, tat, tat.
Rat, tat, tat.
So do we scoff or doff our hats
To those fat cats with the bats
If they're playing on flat mats
Cult pacts ignore facts & stats
Those bros who chose phat tatts
Bazball scribes with cool vibes scat
Imbibe tribes habit rabbit out of hats
Enjoying or cloying annoying as gnats
Media rats jibes in tit for tat spats
Drat all Bazball brats bribes just tatt
Chit chat that they're just lazy prats
Tw*ts that go bust as crazy as bats
Clowns meltdown or doubles down pat
Unjust if lust thrust through hazy slats
Rat tat & rat a tat tat must be all that!
Sparks explode on piercing skies, to drown upon a basement of grass.
An uzi and more cannons so keenly edged glimmer bright--
soon, real soon the red of blood will run dry.
City folks' imprints fade to dust where
oppression sets sail on a once quiet land,
time gnawing urgent prayers to mumbled speech;
an end to goodness that's divinely human.
Then, a simple wish, a dream. A reality?
A wish for harmony marked long ago
still unmet , unfulfilled while bodies pile
on layered sheets fresh and damp.
So how do we know the why from which
of this endless conflict?
But pain comes and goes hat in hand,
sometimes,
victims beg for sudden death right on hallowed mud.
Sometimes, anguish hits so desperately hard , forgetting to skip a beat ,
as more sparks blare, rat-tat- tat--
until God only knows what when forgiveness of all wounds should heal ...
Under siege, on wishes never granted,
do men persist on fighting the evil this violence wields?
I’m sure no army prays for it:
It’s a soldier’s safe throat slit!
From behind a troop Rat-Tat-Tat,
A soldier would slump plus his hat…
Popularly, a batch’s ambush
Against them laid in a bush:
Something for which one makes retreats;
To withstand one a thousand feats!
But staccato shots won’t let you:
Fusillades of gun-fire that chew.
If one survived it Hero
But the chances often zero;
Israel had braved Black September’s
Till date a stunt Dad remembers…
Jacob’s sons swooping on Hamor:
The Rapist who’d whopped their sister,
The act to them saddest humor:
They’d chosen, first, blister!
If you had a surprise attack,
Some eyes had been watching your track,
Then tried to commonsense rack:
For the weight lift of clean and Jerk!
This little train
Fell off of the track
Off of the track
Off of the track
This little train
Fell off of the track
Rat tat-tat
This little train
Hopped back on the track
Back on the track
Back on the track
This little train
Hopped back on the track
Rat tat-tat
Hunger has its claws:
Kitchens gape not doors.
One can't for long sit,
Whom ulcer has hit!
Just Red Tooth and claws,
A waging of wars:
Everyone a cat;
You'll hear Rat-Tat-Tat!
It's red tooth and claws!
Don't come here with laws.
Profit does us fit:
One from tricks and wit.
For red tooth and claws
I'll hide all the flaws.
A muted awakening this morning
By a gentle wind driven rain
Beating a light tat rat tat rat
On the half open window pane,
Waking me with the trio of
Rain, whispering breeze
And the sighing of swaying
Many branched trees,
Rolling back the memories,
Teenaged late mornings in bed
In the little village cottage
Hands clasped behind my head
In a sort of magic detached state
Of wind and tree and bird song
Peaceful, enduring, lasting
The whole day and night long.
A world never ever thought to change
But, now except in memory, long gone.
Time’s moved on, life got faster
Villages no longer isolated
As distances shrunk,
Journey times decimated
And, in my old age in my home
Once again encircled by trees
I can lie in bed in my dotage and
Once again listen to a singing breeze,
Recapture that sense of awe and peace
With a noise that can never ever fail
To bring me peace in advancing age.
Is life a circle, a snake biting it’s tail’
Does time, in some way reverse
And then restart its flow
As fashions start and stop
And trends and foibles come and go.
Raindrops, raindrops
Falling on my window
Raindrops, raindrops
Falling on my window, singing
Rat- tat- tat, Rat-tat tat
Raindrops, raindrops
Tapping on my window
Raindrops, raindrops
Tapping on my window
Tap- tap- tap, tap- tap- tap
APRIL 22, 2022
Oh dear
She's here
Way out
In doubt
Knock knock
Take stock
Good day
Aunt May
Come through
Please do
More tea?
(Brew three)
Drones on
Day's gone
Ears sore
(NO MORE!!!)
Can't stay?
(Hooray!)
Bye bye!
(Deep sigh!)
Rat tat
Who's that?
Good Lord!
Aunt Maude!!!
.........
12.09.21
Still the shaking out of the Middle East,
Sometimes its carnivals rescheduling or feast’;
An as much engulfing tremor as an earthquake,
A time the normal man there rejects a piece of cake.
Hit targets like Michael Jackson dance,
Witnesses struck dumb by the mischance;
Ripped apart bodies described a free fall,
While answering so early a home call.
As guns sing their rat-tat-tats,
Removed in homage are many hats;
Their nozzles continually obeying fingered triggers,
The meanest blood bath encouraged to linger.
War its appeal loses outside the cinema,
One can’t under a carpet sweep combatants\ dilemma;
A dialogue with the Devil is wisest from far-off distance,
Whoever would forget the Hiroshima instance?
The jihadists’ wars are their passports to paradise,
The ethnics, a rubbishing of tribal ties;
The gulf’s was some guarantee of crude oil,
The Gangsters their macho men’s toil.
He had a dream one night that gave him such a fright
he was a Mexican laboring in a field that could not yield
sun beat hot, parched and hungry, he did not like his lot
he tossed and turned to no avail as worry began to assail
he awoke, to a steady drum in his heart rat tat tat !
Rolling out of bed he noticed that his sky was solid gray
instead of black shoes he owned a ratty pair of blues
suddenly a big wall message came to him as blessage
"feed the poor " said a voice he got the message
as he woke to a steady drum in his heart , ta ta tum
Vehicles: US$101.7 billion (24.8% of total exports)
Electrical machinery, equipment: $81.6 billion (19.9%)
Machinery including computers: $65.9 billion (16.1%)
"These are exports from my brethren kin, a precious peso
I'll invite them to my house, yes I will send them a text / reso
suddenly the Mexican sun began to shine and he felt fine
he realized that building a wall would be out of line
he awoke to the sound of rain as it fell through the drain,
with a tiny voice in his head, "Me a Mexican? thats insane!"
Feb, 6, 2019
Sponsor: Anthony Slausin
ONOMATOPOEIA
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all live onomatopoeia of the night
howling, mewing, twit twooing, screeching, onomatopoeia
all live onomatopoeia of war
banging, booming, rat tat tat tating, screaming, onomatopoeia
all live onomatopoeia of woodland
tapping, flapping, singing, rustling, cawing, onomatopoeia
all live onomatopoeia of farmland
bleating, mooing, barking, honking, nighing, onomatopoeia
all live onomatopoeia of love making
sighing, sighing, sighing, sighing, Y E S, onomatopoeia!
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fair day
tinkers came this morning
out of the melting sun
like a rainbow in a cloud of dust
their caravans noisily come
music swirled about them
and women's ribbons flew
in their coal black hair red roses
still wet with the morning's dew
rat tat tat on the pots and pans
rat tat tat on their women too
the village men stood stiffly 'round
their faces glum mouths turned down
when the tinkers came to town
the village men burn with lusty fire
for tinker girls are sweet
but never closer could they come
to the swiftly dancing feet
'round and 'round like Christmas tops
skirts high above their waist
willow withy women danced
while their men they robbed the place
rat tat tat on the pots and pans
rat tat tat on their women too
the village men stood stiffly 'round
their faces glum mouths turned down
when the tinkers came to town
anxious to be off again
fairy vaner ponies stamped
flowing mane and tails held high
they pranced around the camp
now at dusk and shadows creep
too the music all must yield
not a blade has been disturbed
across that empty field
Rat rat tat rat of archangel
wings
Puffed grey streaks buzz masts
of anchored boats
Being gently rocked to sleep by
a rising tide.
An island rises wrapped in a
cummerbund cloud
Shoulder high above a soft
dissolving mist
Raises its head to bask in a
warming kiss
A high speed ferry slips
through the mouth of the
harbor
With a cargo of fresh dreams
waking the days of famine
A solemn nod to a flag
drenched in sacrificial blood.
MONSOON RIDE
Monsoon brings Ahhh, rain and cool and shade to me
In Desert heat.
Smiling, I await the treat
Lights flashing, thunder crashing
Dog cowers by my side.
I love the beat of thunder with
rat-tat-tat of rain.
I run outside with my arms flung wide
gathering cool raindrops on my hide.
Every year when weary of sun
blasting and searing,
it starts my yearning
for blessed monsoon
That lets my emotions Ride
wildly on Natures Tide. Lydia Brescia...2012
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