Whose cat is that? A small-minded ghoul asks me.
I turn and look, and think “whoop dee whee”
How can he not know that is the Count’s Cat?
He is dressed like Dracula, in drag, and all that.
I think it’s the Count’s cat, I say to the little ghoul.
How do you know? He asks. Is he a simpleton fool?
Look how he is dressed. Just use your eyes, I say.
He could be in disguise he says back, then floats away.
defamatory accusations
not one sliver of truth
it took a huge bite out of his reputation
crippling his bid to become district court judge
his disappointment was tumultuous
he never knew the rumors were initiated by his mother
a small-minded, evil wicked woman
He touched the sun and he didn't burn
Instead he was comforted by its warming glow
He was accepted with open arms
The sun wasn't there to harm
Misjudged like the boy, it understood loneliness
They both understood what it meant to be stereotyped
The sun gave warmth, but they claimed it burned
The boy existed, but they claimed he was a danger
Both judged by ignorant strangers
In a world so big, the people were small minded
Even the sun would go into hiding
The boy forced into exile
All because he dared to smile
The boy gifted with warmth from the sun
In return he gave the sun a comfort it longed for
It was a friendship written by the stars
It was a friendship that would stand the test of time
For the first time both boy and sun finally smile
This a rarity, a moment that hadn't happened in a while
The sun and the boy
Was a story passed through generations
No more my mother is the only woman I love-
I say it with respect and truth.
No more my sisters first, my wife and kids last
No more kowtowing to my bloodline while you
must grovel for a pittance from me
That was childish,selfish,small minded.
I put you second too many times, I hurt you.
I treated you like you were temporary while
protecting habits that didn't protect me.
I am sorry. I was wrong. I mean every word.
The land of the brave and home of the free,
Suffers at the hands of small-minded men;
Stand against the tyrant, never take a knee.
Have faith in your fellow man, stand with me,
Defend our Rights against federal sin;
The land of the brave and home of the free.
We’ll not last without the Liberty Tree,
Time grows short, and opportunity thin;
Stand against the tyrant, never take a knee.
Proclaim anew with bold voice our unity,
And push back against the threat from within;
The land of the brave and home of the free.
So, join hands from sea to shining sea,
Be faithful and strong until we shall win;
Stand against the tyrant, never take a knee.
The Constitution says how it must be,
Take heed and now let freedom ring again;
The land of the brave and home of the free,
Stand against the tyrant, never take a knee.
I’m tired of sacrificing my happiness
I’m tired of people not seeing me
I’m tired of heartless people
I’m tired of family not hearing me
I speak my words with everything in me
But no one takes it seriously
The constant silent battles that I face
I’m tired of the saying be seen and not heard
I’m tired of small minded people
I’m tired of paying for other people’s mistakes
I’m tired of people trying to hold me back
The vote was between a sage and a fairy!
One of the sass and the other is made of brass!
Well, the people spoke up and used their vote like a kid at the dairy!
The people voted for the red one who acts like an ass!
A voice that never stops to think of its effect on the world!
An idiot that enjoys using their words like their life in Rifle!
The spirited one would have been a better person for the world!
Bush would not be a person to cause a trifle!
News flash to the one in red that acts like an ass!
People voted for you due to your looks!
Your smile and words are a lie as they voice everything in sass!
It was not for your lack of knowledge of books!
The district chair only wants you for one occasion, a sight!
Little does he realize that you, as a state representative, are a massive blight!
Farewell
I'm tired of Portugal
this small country, not bigger
than a hamlet in Spain
their worldview is what
is seen from an Olive cops
small-minded
and deceitful, bewildering
where the Arabic influence
lingers
decapitated by Christianity
I have family in Spain
who read Cervantes
I don't know why
it could be they are working-class
they value me as an elder
in their clan
I even have a brother
I have never met
he lives in Chicago
the whisper is he is a gangster
The Portuguese is based on
avoiding the truth
at all cost
No matter how long you
live in this fantasy land
they will treat
a foreigner with hidden contempt
Yes, it is time to leave
this country of sheepherders
and lawyers
where the people still hanker
for the days
of dictatorship
Longshanks drainpipe and whistle through the day.
pterodactyls got it easy in this wide-open sky,
they glide too far up to be real anymore.
The beady-eyed slinkers that wriggle under our plodding boots,
they also avoid the earthshaking heaviness of light sleepers.
Beyond the curtains, a plastic pelican
has got its bill and belly stuck on a satellite dish,
now we can only receive small-minded thoughts in a soup bowl.
Strong winds are disrupting sleep patterns,
static pictures can only take baby steps or crawly shuffles.
Leggy winds go out to play in front of green screens,
illusions, made to promote the good-looking and perky.
"I've always been told I'm the lunatic! As I've never bowed down, as I don't please the rats around me ever, even many many years ago! Never made friends with fools, even from their trouble, why try when they don't even know, I'm to proud of myself to give a flipping from all those shallow minds, I'm letting myself feel right and will never give a sweet to the the small minded morons through this so called city..." -Ds-
Don't try to make me just like you
I must cherish my free speech and thought
If I just clung on to your point of view
I’d relinquish a right which cannot be bought
LGBTQ people are dancing, spitting on, and defiling your grave
Well because ding dong, yet another witch is dead
Christian Broadcasting, you founded to minister and save
Condemned feminists as devils whom we should dread
We speak of religious right pundit Pat Robertson
Avowing 9/11 attacks as divinely ordained
The Queen is dead, but perhaps not gone
Because his small minded thoughts have remained
Nothing says Pride like the death of your proto-Hillsong
They won’t miss that homophobia which you did awake
So here’s to you Mr. Robertson
And your accusing gay men of a spiky HIV handshake
As imperfect humans, we judge perceived on what our eyes see
It's a mistake many of us make, and not based on a heart's purity.
A trait that shows we are prejudiced and biased against others
of different races and religious beliefs, of our sisters and brothers.
We were all created in the image and likeness of our Father, God.
To realize a person's value, we must look deeper than their facade,
but we label people by appearance without personal interaction.
Iniquitous of our subconscious to let outward looks be an attraction.
Were that all eyes were blind to a beautiful face or a muscular form
we would treat each other with a demeanor more pleasant and warm.
Too often we don't bother trying to learn what's in a person's heart
before our minds tell us, "I'm going to tear this unworthy one apart."
Shouldn't we look past a person's age, or unappealing physical features?
To hold that against them makes us small-minded, bigoted creatures.
We're guilty of doing a disservice to good people if we fail to perceive
what is undetectable to our eyes. First impressions often tend to deceive.
January 8, 2023
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Nobody gave us super powers
though we can hope to grow invisible wings,
small stubby wings
that we can use to hop from here to there.
I will say this just the once,
there is absolutely nothing anyone can do
about the climate.
The tides will come in and out
and all we can do is watch.
The world is not chaotic
it has its own regulatory systems,
it needs no help
from we small-minded creatures.
If the Earth were a ship
among a starry ocean - and it is,
we would be the rats in its hold;
not that we are not potentially Gods
but not just yet.
Knowing there is nothing we can do,
maybe we should stop thinking we can change
the natural order of things,
we should all cease trying
and grow grapes to make wine
for those rainy days and such.
She was an independent woman with a genius of a mind.
But she met a sociopath who was controlling and in no way kind.
We all thought she would ignore him, shoving her brilliance away.
But he got his clutches into her, and she is now his puppet today.
No amount of coaxing or reminding can bring her back to life.
Depressed, she has been isolated by him and is now his wife.
A story told often in towns big and small, about small-minded men.
Who must control someone and make the very worst friend.
Pettiness,
It comes from the French (petite)
Petite means small
Anything compact and neat,
Can be classed as slight,
Small of no significance,
Small-minded people might
Be blind-sighted by their magnificence,
And fail to comprehend
Or defend the importance,
Of the word petite,
And feel a need to compete
To prove a point that immense
It makes more sense,
To think and act big.
Pettiness
Has no place in society,
It breeds impropriety.
It makes people gruff,
So let us all blow a big puff
To rid ourselves of,
The unnecessary small stuff!
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