How very much I do despise,
The tyranny of fear and lies.
That throws us at each others throats.
Like rabid, heartless billy-goats.
A stench-filled world, where morality
no longer exists.
The only things honored are thugs
and fists.
Where you are censored, if you do not
follow the crowd.
With their hooves they will stomp you,
If you dare sing your own song
Where jackasses on TV, bray everyday.
Filling our hearts with hopeless, idiotic dismay.
Threats against all freedoms are du jour.
As mindless billy goats do cheer and concur.
Idiotic mandates are freedom's foe.
From a mindless loon in the White House, an
unintelligible schmoe, named Joe?
9/19/21
How very much I do despise,
The tyranny of fear and lies!
That’s thrown at each others throats.
Like rabid, heartless billy-goats!
A stench-filled world, where morality
no longer exists.
The only things honored are thugs
and fists.
Where you are censored, if you do not
follow the crowd.
With their hooves they will stomp you,
If you dare sing your own song
Where Jackbutts on TV, bray everyday.
Filling our hearts with hopeless, idiotic dismay.
Threats against all freedoms are du jour.
As mindless billy goats do cheer and concur.
Idiotic mandates are freedom's foe.
From a mindless loon in the White House, an
unintelligible schmoe, named Joe!!
9/18/2021
Love Is Forevermore
We met on the web long ago.
My Black sister and I, her white schmoe.
Our colors made no difference,
Rita doesn't believe in color fences.
Nor do I understand haters in any color,
She said we were sisters of another mother.
Both of us are Michael Jackson fans.
He knew all were made by God's own hands!
We share feelings, emails and pictures, too.
I dont think, she will ever ask me, to apologize for being white,do you?
This Supremacy nonsense belongs in tbe garbage can.
We are both an example of loving your fellow man!
Music, foods, hurt and pain.
Without Rita in my life, there is nothing to gain!
Love is forevermore
Dedication to Rita.
8/3/2021
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We met on the internet, oh so very lomb ago.
My black sister and I, her white schmoe.
Our colors made no difference.
Rita, does not believe in color fences
Nor do I understand haters in any color
She said we were sisters of another mother.
Both of us are still Michael Jackson fans.
We were both createed by God's own hands,
We share feelings,emails and pictures, too!
I don't think she would ever hate me for being
white, do you?
This Supremacy nonsense belongs in tbe garbage
can!
We are an example of loving your fellow man.
Music, foods, hurt and pain!
Without Rita in my life, there is nothing to gain.
Love is forevermore... humility.
Not racial, media-based, fear and cruelty!
5/20/2021
Dedicated to Rita
From
Sisrer Pangie
Joe was slow, as men come and go
never really fit in, you know
he tried very hard
always kept his guard
then he married pretty Flo Schmoe
Was born more than eighty-three years ago
No bits, no bytes, just a neighborly hello
Bits were wee pieces
Bites gave you diseases
Back when “friends” called you a schmoe
Many in the limelight aim
Despite diverse back rounds they came
Whether a regular Joe Schmoe
or a ma dames
For stratospheric fame
Sought after imprimatur
like some competitive games
Possibly an ordinary Jonny comb lately
or the common Jimmy James schmuck oh
Maybe known by some handi
capping them as lame
Transcending unsightly infliction
unwilling to let being maim
(This from drafted
scarred acquiring above name)
Yet overcoming any stigma or shame
Proving that prejudice
against bloody carnage
can replaced with pride
against cooling jets fiery angry flame
With self-acceptance
sans love of self would tame.
I was surprised to find this poem on Bing.
It had a very familiar ring
I wrote it 15 years ago!!!
No credit is given to the schmoe
who "borrowed" it without consent.
That's what I most resent.
That and that awful color scheme
More of a nightmare than a dream
Purple font on blackened sky ~
It's not at all pleasing to the eye.
I claim my poem as one of prose
and get over the theft, I suppose.
*************
at Jan's request I'm posting the original poem
We searched for each other
in the most unlikely places
among the most unlikely people
and when our paths finally crossed
it was for reasons so entangled
that we might not even have noticed
except for that faint quiver of wonder
like a passing chill from the night air
we loved
and the closest we've come to explaining why
is because it was you
and because it was I
*NOTE: There are two lines inserted in the center that are NOT mine
"in our daily bread - and the usual trespasses"
So they steal a poem and then add words of a religious nature. How very unChristian of them.
Was born almost eighty-two years ago
No bits, no bytes, just a neighbourly hello
Bits were wee pieces
Bites gave you diseases
Back when “friends” called you a schmoe
You ought'a see my home,
Actually not,
There is no room,
With all the sheet I got
If it's on TV,
It's in my home,
No commercial fails
As do some of my poem
I got stairmaster,
with no stairs,
Oxyclean with no dirt,
Hercules Hooks
with no pictures,
Squeegees with no squirt,
Bow-flex I'm too weak to move,
The latest disco dancing groove,
I got pre-menstrual meds,
That I do not need,
Vitamins abundant,
More than Asian weed....
And tomato plants 7 feet tall,
In a 6 foot house,
I got anti-rat sonic devices,
Yet don't have a mouse,
If I missed something
You think I need,
Please sign me up right now,
Cause I can't do without it,
Damn and holy cow!
I need everything at least twice,
Whether it's for my rug,
Or body lice...
I dont have to need the things I want,
I just gotta' get em'
Or I shan't
Feel like a real American consumer,
Red, White, and Blue....
Buying sheet he don't need
And lovin it too!
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