one day she wishes to be queen
the next, starlet of the silver screen
her wishes take off and run the gamut
from fairy princess to sweet sixteen
do we take her seriously
or dismiss these as ‘passing fancies’
which, lasting ‘too long’
make us antsy
When handed a stuffed pullet
looks like a stunned mullet
should I turn surly
in high dudgeon
please don't bludgeon
this old curmudgeon
and not to be outdone
altho' I am an only son
blame my parents
by all means
as I'm the result
of their poor genes
which run the gamut
of the spectrum
but I don't care one bit
not a jot nor give a sh*t
more politely put
I really couldn't render
a rodent's rectum
When I was a young lad in the prime of life
Never thought I'd still be around
When my driver's license said, “older than dirt!”
And my mind was no longer sound
But I can get away with a bunch of neat stuff
Rack it up to “he's left the planet!”
“His mental capacity equals that of a wee child”
Gonna take full advantage, run the gamut
Need to pee and dribble now and then
Talk in riddles and scratch my bum
Wipe my boogies on my Sunday clothes
And belch when company comes
Know all the tricks as I giggle to myself
It's a downright lead pipe cinch
Con them till they put me in a old pine box
Mumbling about my belly button lint
Sayonara, Arrivederci, Shalom, Aloha, they all mean the same thing, Right?
or
Not?
It depends....
And whether you're experiencing "Jamais vu"
Or "Deja vu"- you will of course, have
a different reaction.
Emotions run the gamut--
that seems to be the attraction,
but underneath the skin, the veins
it's in your blood,
your DNA,
there's an imperceptible something,
absolutely something there
-ReaL-
you can't replicate it in a laboratory,
But it informs You: Who you really
Are.
To find a class act
on the world stage
A tall task in our day and age
Some leaders profess sincerity
to boost their popularity
Others claim to offer truth
to lure us to the voting booth
Corruption reigns across the planet
Its variations run the gamut
And as for loyalty's 'reward'
It's death by rifle or by sword
But here I pause...Just a minute
The Royal Palace has within it
A Queen Mother, dignified and gracious
Vivacious and sagacious, never mendacious
A class act who brooks no empty platitudes
Queen Elizabeth deserves our undying gratitude
When I was a young lad in the prime of life
Never thought I'd still be around
When my driver's license said, “older than dirt!”
And my mind was no longer sound
But I can get away with a bunch of neat stuff
Rack it up to “he's left the planet!”
“His mental capacity equals that of a wee child”
Gonna take full advantage, run the gamut
Just need to pee myself and dribble now and then
Talk in riddles and scratch my bum
Wipe my boogies on my Sunday best clothes
And belch when company comes
Know all the tricks as I giggle to myself
It's a downright lead-pipe cinch
Con them till they put me in an old pine box
Mumbling about my belly button lint
Look but don't see! a new World is being made
its fabric is interwoven with a strength of inconsistency
It teaches in pre-schools that
Run from 9 am until 6 with
The children of other lost children who are
Called parents. 'Parents’. It’s a useful
Word!! in this useless world.
That has re-modelled and fetes the
Carnal old realities of blood
Lusting empires of Olympian
Depths.! Trans-ported to Roman orgies to be impressed upon its young captives as their elders run the gamut of ‘endless hours in a
A bean counters paradise.'
Dealing with the cobbled together mantra of consumer ideologies as false idols strut across energy
Wasting screens there are wars, wars on waste wars on want, on pollution, on many many things. These are the
Rumours! also there are real wars
There are earthquakes famines but the end is not yet! viruses in the computers
A virus on the flesh, upon the
Men, who have become lovers of themselves.
©Joe Maverick 31-3-2020
I can’t look away though his eyes ride every which way.
They slip and slide through every page
— rhythmically dancing with his story aflame.
He pushes and pulls, whipping his master
with his mind — tempting him to consume the widow,
who releases her black widow hair, drawing him
into her lair — the boss puts the fire out.
Now I must say, I don’t know if he gives way.
I haven’t run the gamut of this tale. I can’t look away
from this poetic delight. He’s seedy, this Zorba the Greek.
10/5/2019
Book classic: Zorba the Greek
"Can you consider emotions,
As a possession
Like shoes or a coat,
Bike or a boat
Can we claim what we cannot see,
I’m sorry you just have to believe
Some emotions however we can see,
Like those exposed on your shirt sleeve
Happy, sad, perturbed or irritated,
The end of something you initiated
Can we accrue emotions like cash,
Impressing friends with our stash
Or are they kept in the back of our closet,
Susceptible to forget
Their feelings intent,
In hindsight’s lament
Emotions are not tactile,
But they make hearts fragile
You can sense their loss,
If you’ve ever been double crossed
Or invested them too much,
Elsewhere and lost touch
Best to keep them stable,
Recognizing if you are able
Emotions can’t be held very tight,
For they need to take flight
Unencumbered with arms wide open,
No truer words have been spoken
For emotions need to be free to run the gamut,
Understanding that’s life and it’s gambit"
Can't stop, I'm driven to an extreme intense vision
Of power and control much like the guy on television
Lead the whole planet
To run the gamut
Making sure we're still here in our lovely subdivision
Wherever you roam, in this great big land
Kooks are the happiest, they all have a plan
To shake up the planet
With joy, run the gamut
Kooks unite! If you're one, join the clan
The role of man is to experience the drama of life. We might guess why the universe was created, at the least it was for man to live this material life. His inherent nature has developed, over the eons of surviving in this lonely place. His passions have run the gamut of all things that can be held. With his bare hands, he has made every kind of thing under the sun. His imaginative creations, speak of the artist and the craftsman, as mystical shaman, and with an inspired hand, raises up all of mankind. For he has made that legendary journey of a thousand steps, and set in motion, the Divine Mission. Man's evolution is in the interest of all the cosmos, for where else would you find another race like the humans, with their extreme nature? With their war and peace, the dying and the newborn, the nightmares and the beautiful dreamers? Is there another place that has bred those such as us? Who else could you find that believe in a god such as ours, and where else could you find a creature that would die, for such a thing as love?!
11/8/2018 (originally posted 12/31/2017)
The role of man is to experience the drama of life. We might guess why the universe was created, at the least it was for man to live this material life. His inherent nature has developed, over the eons of surviving in this lonely place. His passions have run the gamut of all things that can be held. With his bare hands, he has made every kind of thing found under the sun. His imaginative creations, speak of the artist and the craftsman as mystical shaman, and with an inspired hand, raises up all of mankind. For he has made that legendary journey of a thousand steps, and set in motion, The Divine Mission. Mans evolution is in the interest of all the cosmos, for where else would you find a race like the humans, with their extreme nature? With their war and peace, the dying and the newborn, the nightmares and the beautiful dreamers? Is there another place that has bred those such as us? Who else could you find that believe in a god such as ours, and where else would you find a creature that would die, for such a thing as love?!
Wherever you roam, in this great big land
Kooks are the happiest, they all have a plan
To shake up the planet
With joy, run the gamut
Kooks unite! If you're one, join the clan
Can't stop, I'm driven to an extreme intense vision
Of power and control much like the guy on television
Lead the whole planet
To run the gamut
Making sure we're still here in our lovely subdivision
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