I live in a "Mean Peoplez Zone"
soou
leave me alone: I'll introduce
to you to my dad Miezzer.
So stringy is he
and I'll let you see: he's
so
cheap he waits for clothes to go
on sale at goodwill. he told a story
of aman who used a elk, deer and
moose to stem cell meat for cheep.
They only asked me was it gamey
he said. " Nah: Nah, the fella spoke
real quality meat!
Now course you gotta put alotta
garlic onions
and horseradish and stuff
on it not to taste the
woods and grasseyness
other than that it's real quality meats,
gamey no, no i
Wouldn't play around with
something a foolish as that "
niw myself I like the straps from the leather
it's a savings bonanza.
Son of the Scarecrow
Stalwart owl on the trunk of a tree
Left behind by a busy family
They forgot a few things on moving day
I scooped him up, and took him far away
Serious owl on my back porch now
Being commented on. Some say “Wow!”
I am so glad he is mine; we are together, we two.
I am excited to say I have named him Who.
The stalwart soldier in my kitchen forever stands.
Faithful, diligent and ready, at my commands.
He wears a maroon uniform and keeps me comfortable.
Be it sunshine or in raging storms writing verse at my table.
His ammunition..forever stocked.
For come what may, he is totally loaded and locked!
No, silly~it's not a gun!
Stop thinking that, it is just not any fun!
He keeps a light on at all times.
That I might find him, he demands no rhyme.
Who is he? Haven't you figured it out!
He's my Keurig Coffee Maker, who makes good drinks,
and alas, no stout!
Coffee of any flavor, French, Hazelnut to name a few.
Teas of exotic natures, mon Dieu!
No hot boiling pots of hot water to carry around.
Those tiny K-Cups, make my life, deliciously sound!
April 20, 2020
7pm PST
stalwart sentinel
hotel for birds and squirrels
majestic oak tree
Stalwart Sable Sister Soldier…
(Apropos A Major Home to Bury A Son)
She saw sorrow sadness shadowing shield
Orbs of cataract visions veiled
In victorious battles of nothingness;
Told to think of the blessings bombings yield;
That tomorrow the town will rise and manage
If they not waste time pondering the collateral damage.
Once more and again, we are caught
Not between the rock and hard place,
But confused why we have again fought
For the freedom of yet another abused race;
Mr. President, I’ve done what you’ve taught;
I’ve bitten the bullet and spat out the bitter taste;
Now I shall be about that which I now must manage
That you and I not become the future collateral damage.
We are gathered here
tonight
to worship the one
before whom there is no pretense
One of our congregants
has been stricken
Therefore we must
direct our hearts to him
Together we must ask
for healing
We must ask the
giver of our Torah for mercy
for our spiritual brother
Shabbat has come
Peace enters into our lives
Compassion must be
our guide this evening
As we chant the Sh'ma
Our focus should be on one
who cannot be present tonight
Life is "the dream that flies away"
according to the prayerbook
Step up and chant fervently
For the ultimate power of healing
is not in mortal hands
Shabbat Shalom
When wrath runs hot emotions rage within.
Explosive thoughts can occupy one’s mind.
The soul in anger justifies its end.
Soon, plots begin, influenced by much wine.
Grave danger thwarts mans soul because of sin.
Choose you, this day to live your life refined.
Let goodness overcome that evil urge.
Enjoy the peace that comes with faith sublime.
Imagine Heaven’s glory bright and rare.
Embrace love's strength along the path to God.
Find exaltation full of Father’s care.
Seek truthful wisdom while upon life’s trod.
Pure hearts shall find God’s grace awaiting there.
Stay strong and cling to the word of God.
Drink not death’s wine, but open up your heart.
Thou art a goodly man, a soul stalwart.
Ó November 21, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
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