Little Davie wants to pray like a pro
Too bad for Davie that he doesn’t know
His mentor is a fraud
His conduct deeply flawed
Every night, to the peep-shows he does go
When the enterprise gets exposed
A brothel finds out it's opposed
The sign in the front
Men meet with a grunt
Says beat it we recently closed
It's the lack of grattitude,
It's the wanton desire.
It's the hopeless attitude,
It's the planet on fire.
It's the cost of living,
It's the war in Ukraine.
It's the unforgiving,
It's the realm of mundane.
It's the rise of insanity,
It's the falling of tears.
It's the search for humanity,
It's the preying on fears.
It's the blatant hypocrisy,
It's the bevy of crimes.
It's the death of Democracy,
It's the sign of the times.
It's the friendly neighbor,
It's the giggling child.
It's the honest labor,
It's the undefiled.
It's the sacrifice tendered,
It's the "None Left Behind."
It's the spirit unrendered,
It's the "One Of A Kind."
It's the cop on the beat,
It's the doctor on call.
It's the teacher so sweet,
It's the light in us all.
It's the Museum of Art,
It's the March of Dimes.
It's the hopeful heart,
It's the sign of the times.
One of the nicest Christmas traditions I know
Involves a guy, a girl, and some mistletoe.
Or perhaps I should say that's the traditional way.
But in this age of sexual diversity,
Guys don't always kiss a biological miss,
And girls often prefer not a him, but a her.
But no matter the gender,
When the feelings are tender,
That should not be perceived as a sign of perversity,
And "beneath-the-mistletoe" kisses
Between misters and misters
And misses and misses
Are just a sign of the times that we live in today.
He checked his coat and hat
thought ‘That is that…’
When he saw the sign on the ledge
‘Remember to check your privilege’
Well, the gray lady’s losing her ‘shine’.
It seems Wordle had crossed party lines.
The puzzle to greet us
contained the word ‘fetus’,
They aborted the word; it’s all fine.
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The New York Times removed the word 'fetus' from their Wordle database so they could remain 'distinct from the news'.
https://www.cnn.com/2022/05/09/media/wordle-roe-v-wade-intl-scli/index.html
There is war and rumors of wars...are they MAD?
Matthew 24:6-13 NIV
6 You will hear of wars and rumors of wars, but see to it that you are not alarmed. Such things must happen, but the end is still to come. 7 Nation will rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom. There will be famines and earthquakes in various places. 8 All these are the beginning of birth pains.
MAD: Mutual Assured Destruction:
I can’t see beyond the iridescent glow of lights—
forming this unworldly silhouette around his body.
Yet, I can see him:
the shapes of his every breath,
steadily outpaced by his heart,
which could only hope to match mine—
moving at unsurpassed speeds.
I see his neck;
the steady fluctuations
as beautifully gentle words
dance their way past his caressing lips.
I see slight quivers
in the way he mouths the melodic phrases.
They float through the air.
“Just stop your crying…”
As his hands carefully press its keys,
the piano lets them down:
a quiet submission followed by an unfeigned cry.
Everything seems to have left us together here.
It’s a sign of the times…
my thoughts whisper back.
I lean forward,
close enough to feel every note embrace my chest.
It slows my pulse—now rhythmically beating in suit with his every utterance.
His breath warms the content tears in my eyes,
and as I shut them,
the light hiding away,
I hear only him… as though reborn,
“Welcome to—”
The Final Show
Two young nudists went to lie down and bask
Along came a cop who took them to task
Thought they broken the law
For basking in the raw
Then the cop said" you're not wearing face masks"...
The nudists thought it was some kind of jest
Both cursed the cop and started to protest
Reinforcements were called
The nudists were appalled
When they were charged and placed under arrest...
They were both before the judge the next day
To the young nudists he had this to say
"Maskless face is a crime
So you will both do time"
They got four years and were taken away...
And two more from Belle Bellevue
Wonder if the cop's prudish or a creep
Who just couldn't resist taking a sly peep
Was the mask excuse
To get a good view
Does he count naturists when he can't sleep.
Four years is too long for not wearing masks
Who the devil pays their keep one might ask
We all well know who
It's us, me and you
Free bed and board, it's not bad for a bask.
Written 15th August 2021
When the captain said women and children first, he’d just grabbed my headscarf and purse
humanity
ebbing
restless,flowing
as the tide selecting
morals,claiming ethics do not
matter
such
self-love
catches us out
and cannot be contained;
overflows and spreads out beyond the
atoll.
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2007
Through
the
looking
glass
I did
stare
a surrreal
scene
I do
declare
this
orwellian
wonderland
met
my eyes
hedonistic
affectation
here
and
there
everywhere
pernicious
correctness
in
masquerade
posed
equity
dressed
with
emperor's
clothes
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2013
stamp & strut
ego unlocked
reserve abandoned
to lie and die
courtesy struggles
to triumph over
narcissitic instinct:
status trumpets
..me...my..mine
look am I not
looking fine..
clap,applaud
no shame the
name of my game
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2017
HASHTAGS AND SELFIES
This era of the ego,hashtags
and selfies..and me me me...
to the fore,impatience always
knocking on my door.
Instant this,instant that,self
congratulation,superficial self
expression..quickly,quickly..I've
social media to explore.
Insecurity underlines my every
post, stamped for all to see.
Where Respect..Respect is craven
most..in this world of me..
My thoughts are running wild..Pity
pity me..I've never grown up..
I'm immature... still just a child.
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2015
The centre of my world
I my
my,I
me me
my,my-
how
possessive
am I
I
I
I
I
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2012
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