Planet in flux…it sucks
No refuge..Scrooge rules..
Stooges subterfuge deluge..
Fossil fuel fools..
Poleaxes..then relaxes…
As the earth burns..
As it turns..on its axis..
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Us schmucks battling....
Puzzling...prattling clucks...
Aloof to proof....daft defiance..
Shucks the sleuth of science..
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Glower at their ivory tower..
Cruise ship trip fillip..
Dour baby boomer power..
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Absurd herd..cans compliance
Uncouth trampling truth..
Nip & tucks alliance..
Mottled rucks…throttled petro bucks...
Plucks for retro reliance..
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Muzzling…weasel hatchets meddling...
Diesel guzzling trucks..
Saluting high falutin polluting
Pander to propaganda pedaling..
Ratchets up our dander…
Open the ruddy window!
Have a bloody gander!
Categories:
ratchets, nature, planet, pollution,
Form: Free verse
Cultured, refined, and polished gentlemen?
A thing
of the past.
Vulgar, brash, and shameless hooligans?
Welcome
to the modern cool.
Elegant, demure, and graceful women?
Controlled,
imprisoned, and confined.
Immodest, wanton, and uncouth ratchets?
Empowered,
free, and smart.
Who's hands are you
playing into?
It's funny
how
'feminisim'
and 'empowered women'
is a trick
to further please
male eyes.
Don't be
fooled.
Society is killing
itself.
Wake up,
before -
It's too late.
Categories:
ratchets, beauty, family, silly, society,
Form: Free verse
I took a course to manage stress
When I began to teach,
A goal which seemed impossible
And which I’ve yet to reach.
Yet there was just one thing I learned
Which makes a lot of sense –
Regret and worry only serve
To hurt, at our expense.
For worry ratchets up the nerves,
Obscuring other needs
While regret picks at a healing wound
Until it stings and bleeds.
Those two emotions keep us stuck
In limbo and in pain
Though by letting go, it’s obvious
There’s so much we would gain.
Categories:
ratchets, emotions,
Form: Rhyme
The thunder booms; the rain, it pours.
We're half inside and half outdoors.
A screened-in porch brings Nature close
But not enough to overdose.
And so we sit and mix our tiles*
As Nature ratchets up the dials.
We gaze up at the stormy sky
And dripping trees, while we stay dry.
At last it ebbs as we play on
Until the downpour's up and gone.
How cool to watch such changing scenes
Behind the shelter of the screens.
*mah Jongg playing pieces
Categories:
ratchets, home,
Form: Rhyme
A widescreen angle of a steel rimmed fish is rumored to be rhymed with the stark motionless spectacles which are glimmering on the small oak table akin to spare ratchets or a rusted piece of metal. It is imperative on this particular journey to have ten arms sixty legs and a large tubular head. Now that looks especially nice in a headscarf of pure wool, nylon or even silk. Woven weaves without weeks. And weekends are not waiting so why waste a wader in a washing up bowl. To fish in a soup is to discover long lost particles. And particles can be very clever and charming when telling stories of oaths truths, and historical beams. Wow. Whose whooshing came out then? Was it the little pile of leaves or was it the dustbin bag? Who is to say that delivering a note to a goblin house would not exact great change in a cuckoo clock. So don't change a light bulb with a semi cable of carcass then. Haha rowing boats are arriving filled with French fries and salsas in tutus. Hahaha pink mustard jam jelly equals yum yum yum said an elephant to a bullfrog. Haha telephone smiling at a beanstalk talking. Xxxxx cumbersome cakes xxxxx recommendations zzzzzzz.~
Categories:
ratchets, blessing,
Form: I do not know?
Razor-ed Pain
stroked into might
heaving a scream
throwing respite
Aches to be bleed
wound turning green
mauling a body
who’s insides reamed
Soaked into rags
misery Dazzled
break in thought
memories are frazzled
Sockets of agony
ratchets in mind
swirling a tempest
unhitching inside
Spines of fire
gliding above
touching on heaven
to rainbows of Love
Categories:
ratchets, imagination
Form: Rhyme
Lean predators move along in the morning fog
in their yellow and black suits.
Wheels spin
and we hear the brittle hum
and buzz
of spokes, cogs and chains.
There is no courtesy bell,
or a chipper “on your right” as they
pass an older woman running on
the trail.
They, unconscious,
slide past on both sides
taking her by surprise and
stealing some of her breath.
The middle-aged mantis
in the lead
sheathed in a gray, wrinkled skin
determined, but selfish
to others on the trail.
As they coast on, the tick tick,
and click click of ratchets and pawls
is all we hear as the pale creatures
move forward through the morning
oblivious to all
but themselves.
Categories:
ratchets, allegory, angst, life, people,
Form: Free verse