the cat chair was loved from 1962 to this day
It was purchased with lots of moola by my Aunt Fay
At the time it was shocking, nothing other women would buy
She was ahead of her years, she conformed to no woman or guy
Aunt Fay loved the cat chair, it was reserved for her alone
We did not dare sit in it, even to talk on the phone
For it was her domain, her favorite furniture piece by far
Her next favorite possession was her two-toned Riviera car.
Another American Colony
poisoned with venom and hate
Consumed by the world’s great religions
apparently, this was its fate
The Palestine homeland was stolen
by the powerful in our world
They took it and gave it to others
named it Israel, a new flag unfurled
Then created a thing they call AIPAC
for the funneling of funds every year
Take American taxpayer dollars
with each bomb that is dropped, they all cheer
The Parties all do it together
Jews and gentiles sign-off on the funds
Together with makers of weapons
we all pay for the bullets and guns
America’s funding a genocide
our Senators and Reps have no shame
As the people pay all of the taxes
together we share all the blame
Netanyahu, a villain and killer
has a bank that’s called US of A
Anytime that he wants to kill Gazans
AIPAC’s ready with money to play
As for Schumer, he has in his pocket
Booker, Jeffries and Torres and more
It is why he keeps running for office
to keep Israel funded for war
Now the Trumps plan a new Riviera
by Republicans they will be led
With American taxpayer money
they will build it on all of the dead
.
even
this very moment
az mine sit
irritates mine
think
i sit
rigid
okay
not so rigid
yet it
appearz so
whilst mine think's
digits
record mine telekinetic
tramp
'long thuh riviera beach
early noon
i with thuh
toga
her with thuh
tan
i with thuh
salute
her with thuh
tan
")
I had the worst terrors last night
My mind was in a gruesome sight
The ‘ol apocryphal scene
Insighted by the new regime
Migration bill stirs fear among
Farmworkers chant that It’s Wrong!
Phone app saves Honduran journalist
Can’t go back she’s on their death list
Can’t walk ‘n get food without stress
ICE is cold, enforcing arrests
Or anywhere, nonetheless
For a green card is meaningless
Now a tourist destination
Gaza's newest sensation
Take over plans for a Riviera
Palestine people’s tierra*
Taken; territory sovereign
New rich owner YOU ONLY gain
Who be the beneficiaries
Billionaire contemporaries
For undoence he’s called a hero
Those sacrificed their life for, zero
Those fought for everyone’s freedom
In vain forgotten in this new kingdom
Unbeknownst me how it plays out
Living in the USA, peace-out
Greenland will be our posh winterland plaza
Blueprints unfold for a Riviera Gaza
Just hot air baloneyism
Or old-fashioned colonialism?
Panamanians shout leave! Viva la Raza!
Let go – Wake up at noon – Let go
Let go – Stop ironing your socks – Let go
Let go – Let the dishes pile up – Let go
Let go – Stroll round your house in the nude – Let go
Let go – Don’t micro-manage – Let go
Let go – Stop hovering and helicoptering – Let go
Let go – Delegate, empower people – Let go
Let go – Take two months off – Let go
Let go – Buy that Lamborghini – Let go
Let go – Dine out every night – Let go
Let go – Vacation on the Riviera – Let go
Let go – Feel the pulse of Life’s flow - Let go
randy, Rubenesque, robust, romantic
loving their Grecian vacation
honeymooners who know how to honeymoon
living in the moment
learning each other in the most delightful ways
heating up the Riviera
The charming Lady Adler Irene;
Was strangely nowhere to be seen;
As revealed by this clear blanked out scene;
Where those who knew her said she'd been,
Where oft she did appear.
That splendid genius Sherlock Holmes;
For whom no mystery stayed unsolved;
Took up the case within a beat;
As it transpired this curious feat,
Involved his very own sweet dear.
Now Holmes used every trick he knew;
He studied every minute clue;
Searched high and low to no avail;
There simply was no sign or trail,
To indicate what foul did play or who.
But dear Irene had not been taken;
She had in fact just been forsaken;
Her jealous Holmes would have decried;
Her talent, should she ever have tried,
To solve a case or two.
One assumed she changed her name to Ira;
Bought tickets to the Riviera;
With an Italian beau in tow;
To crack the case of how Italians row,
To show her Holmes!
But Irene's path led not to Rome;
Her beauty lost on Sherlock Holmes;
Jamaica had seduced her mind;
She lost herself in Caribbean rhyme,
A rum filled hut now home.
it sits like
glass
a soft dreamy
ocean
decorated with dolphin
smiles
cradling the American
Riviera
An estimated 75,000 immigrants live in Los Angeles,
All transplants from Mexico,
No, they’re not who you think.
They stand in rows along the famous LA streets,
A promotional idea of real estate developers.
No more native than the Dodgers baseball team.
The idea came from the French Riviera
Where these palm trees were also transplanted
And intended to portray glitz and glamour.
Symbols of the “City of Angels”,
You will see them in many films shot there
By directors, actors, and studio executives.
Many of them were immigrants too.
Amazing places
The sphinx of Egypt
Fort Lauderdale's spirit
People's faces
Lovers gazes
Swear it by merit
Taj Mahal flavor
Coconut kissings
French Riviera
Gorgeous banks a beauty
Pull her close
Nearer nearer
Within his arms
Maximum charms
Days and days
Empire state
The Hilton the Hampton
Chocolate drops
Tickle tickle stop
All night all day
Savor away
Clearing skies
Sparkling eyes
Caught by surprise
Squeeze you insane
Top of the Eiffel Tower
Embrace again my love
Thrice I love
Day light shines
Wake my love
My love
Speak French to
Me baby
Mon amour
Mon amour
Mon amour
When the sun nestles into the horizon
I ponder whether ‘twill be my last sunset
Glorious display in splendorous bedizen
Surely, the most beautiful I’ve seen yet,
Dipping low ‘neath the shimmering sea
Across the bay from old Puerto Vallarta
I can’t think of any place I’d rather be …
Not Majorca, not even in old Djakarta.
The western sky turns orange and red
With streaks of yellow running through
While the sun obediently lowers its head
Emotions rise; my darling, I think of you.
I long to return to the Mexican Riviera,
To watch the world’s most lovely sunset
The bay sparkling like a diamond tiara,
As peaceful and calm as I’ll ever get.
Written October 8, 2022
Exsanguinating leeches
Rich cream on ripened peaches,
Or Riviera beaches,
tickling the ears it reaches
Exsanguination is to bleed
A practice we no longer need
Now, Coumadin can quickly speed
The death of rats, poison indeed!
Like Sisyphus, his rocky hill
Now Eliquis, without the thrill
For those with fibrillations still
‘Tis clots, not rocks, the bitter pill
So now I think to bleed a leech
Might be a task just out of reach
I do implore, I do beseech
Pin down his arms, grab hold of each!
—————
h/t to Howard Osborne’s INFRA DIG
Alabaster staircase framing chandeliers
Picassos, Renoirs, Van Goghs lining the walls
Marble floors, dazzling in the starlight
Polished perfection staging the Night
Dainties, delicacies, tray after tray
Sweetmeats, exotic fruits, more on the way
Debonair men in their tuxes emerge from limousines
Women goddesses wear sequined gowns, leggy queens
Playboys, playgirls of the Riviera making the scene
Jealousy left wondering what it all means
A shadow hides behind your smile
in the Riviera sun
Parisian moments long ago
our love had just begun
A child born then lost to time
whose laughter still we hear
As life took back its greatest gift
—his memory to endear
(Mayenne France: April, 1978)
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