Dear Homeland Security Director No-em
I feel compelled to write you this po-em
They won't let me post bail
Get me out of this jail
I'm not a gang member and want to go ho-em!
My bright and exquisite pink heart-shaped tat
is being mocked by a gangsta in a Maga hat
All hope I must banish
I don't even speak Spanish
My doomed fate is sealed, just another stat
There’s a tabby ally cat
And a very scabby rat
And a vampire bat
And a very hungry gnat
And a horrid little brat
And they lived in a flat
Where a man in a hat
Saw a stain on the mat
It’s an awful splat
Like a small cow pat
So we need to chat
Because where we’re at
And from where I’m sat
There’s some tit for tat
Like a democrat
Or a diplomat
With a caveat
To avoid a spat
Re your habitat
There’s a well known stat
When a pike meets sprat
That the sprat says drat
Can I pay for that
And with cash begat…
Secretariat
How many “good” deeds were done in the earth. Believe me,
it wasn’t all bad. No one counted on Noah’s preach being right.
ITs RAINING
Alive and well whilst hell’s on fire.
Whistles and bells, I know you hear!
Your sole is hot, the coals conspire.
That breath could be your last to fear.
“I did a deed that’s good! See that?”
Your chest thrust out…they’re adding up.
What does God see, previewing stat?
The question is, “What’s your back up?”
Are you a god? Beat your record?
Mere man, what can you do - that good?
Do you think you deserve award?
Do you rely on stone and wood?
We are cursed men who miss the mark.
Caught in deluge, except the ark.
5/10/2023
Sad and alone, my thoughts stat to wander
Over my life and what I have done –
My achievements – if any,
My failures – so many.
The loves I’ve lost and those I’ve found,
Sorrow I’ve brought,
Misery I’ve caused.
My ‘would be friends’
And ‘sometime enemies’.
People I’ve offended,
The trust I’ve betrayed;
And arguments I’ve caused.
Sometimes the peace I’ve made.
But all of that is past:
Now I must look to the future;
Though life is not easy,
We learn by our mistakes –
And so go on …..
LIVING, HOPING, LEARNING
If we delay pushing back,
Telling others it is wrong to do that,
Putting on a hard hat,
Leaving a one bedroom flat,
Giving bodies less fat,
Chasing the money trail to a fat cat
Smelling a rat,
Going out to bat,
Getting rid of the weeds covering the welcome mat,
Reading the latest crime stat,
Giving a word to the wise, to a bureaucrat,
Making gangs scat,
Checking the thermostat,
Firing a technocrat.
If you can show me, how we will be ok if we don't start pushing back,
And just turn our back on all of that,
That the system will cope and we will all grow fat,
With no freedom being lost if we ignore all that,
That profit after tax will stay pat,
That everybody over 60 will still be able to bat,
That children will have no nightmares,
If we delay pushing back on most of that,
Then I will eat my hat.
Languages, currencies, religions and flags
Capitals, origins and sorts of tags
Seas, rivers, landmarks and sites of history
Symbols, letters, colors of memory
Pictures of every nation as family
Orders and sects of homily
Cultures and traditions of pride and simplicity
Nurtures and inspires longer than mortality
Your world is not round but flat
Sleeping with peace and honor on the mat
Shapes and sizes of countries so fascinating
Your world on a map, your life in a story not stat
-- stirring and oscillating
Not till God's Timing
So... go on rhyming.
Be innocent-like--
as a humble tyke.
As needed, repent --
We'll be Heaven-sent
Keep Mercy in soul--
Before God calls roll.
Pray much, without shame,
So He knows our name! :-)
Before entering... stat
Use His Welcome Mat!
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Summing up with a haiku of "the ABC's of Divine Mercy":
Ask for God's Mercy
Be merciful to others
Completely trust Him
Around one hundred millennia ago
there was a man from Eritrea.
“I run like gazelle and can throw,
a spear to kill was my idea”.
Feed my family, develop a tribe,
with teamwork hunger satiated.
But now too many subscribe,
so it's time we migrated.
No more can we sustain here,
we must find pastures new.
Sadly my time is drawing near,
so son it is up to you.
Wandering north meet Neanderthal
interact with a white skin wonder.
Ice advance, again home we must haul,
and our peace is blown asunder.
Head west we must choose a road,
one way Roman another Viking.
Just another human episode,
to verdant island of our liking.
Ancestral history investigations,
I come across a heritage stat.
67 million in just 25 generations.
I could hardly believe that.
But its true check it out,
two parents and keep doubling.
It soon hits 67 million no doubt,
in just 500 years, could this be troubling?
Well maybe a concern to some,
but when it is all translated.
The probability has become
that we must all be related.
So I book a DNA test place
to investigate my genetic area.
It tells me that there is a trace,
of a man from Eritrea.
Towering
Heavenly wood
Mount Olympus
awaits
Hermes hustles
Wings flailing
Seeking higher ground
Elemental gossip.
Aphrodite's eros oozes
bombastically from the cargo net
onlookers salivate.
Poseidon glares from the pit
monitoring his realm
for rapacious rambunctious rascals.
Apollo's mirth emanates
atop the monkey bars
emotions elevate.
Ares hangs by fingertips
below
scanning for signs of his
next blow.
Persephone checks herself
slide in-view
wandering if she'd ever get that
tattoo.
Hades peers up through the cracks
from down bellow
Lamenting on his bad boy role.
Artemis finds her center
in no time stat
balance beam barely buckles.
Sticky quicksand
swallows my feet.
The arena's stacked.
Better get a move on
Mom's sure to call
grape juice slurped
bugger all.
When a record might be broken,
All the fans are on their toes.
Will it happen now or later?
Well, nobody really knows.
So the Yankees are expecting
Aaron Judge to do to the deed
If he hits just 2 more homers,
Which is never guaranteed.
Roger Maris holds that record;
Back in 1961
He surpassed Babe Ruth’s achievement,
Sixty homers, by just one.
Judge has 60 at the moment
And each time he’s up at bat,
There’s a buzz throughout the stadium,
Just waiting for that stat.
But the pressure is enormous;
So far Judge has not come through,
Yet all baseball fans are hoping
He will do what he must do.
Though the Yankees won, most watching
Would have sacrificed that win
To see Judge tie up the record
So the breaking can begin.
“It’s a pickle, Puss,” her husband proposes.
“Is it sweet?” she probes.
“It’s a dill, Darling. Just what the doctor ordered.”
The doctor’s face, like vinegar. The nurse didn’t care
for pickles at all. She thought the pickle was a prop.
“No,” the doctor said, “It is a proper pickle and delicious,
though I’ve not tried it.” The nurse just stared
at the newest addition to the pickling jar. It’s junior size,
a miniature snack, at best. It won’t get any bigger.
“Get me a Gherkin!” the doctor yells, “Stat!”
“That’s not a pickle!” yells the wife,
“That’s not a craving. It’s a baby cucumber.”
“Well, I’ll be pickled!” the doctor laughs.
“What a quack!” whispers the husband to his wife.
To the nurse, “Get my wife a snack.”
The nurse brings in the prized pickle and the wife snatches
the giant jolly green, “Now, this will do quite nicely.”
And the couple lived happily ever after, unencumbered,
having the whole enchilada, well the prickly pickle, dear.
8/27/2022
Contest: It's A Pickle Party
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
Smothered,
patience wanes her cure
morning bites
more than one can chew
and . . .
it's cursed, cast from demons
begging to get there first
blood drips down the back of the throat
in the stillness of the dawn
clenched teeth
awaiting
a perfect mood to be borne
dusted,
rouge makes way
to face the gruesome,
graved
grovelled within the growl
gulped, drenched
in pure goldlike moments,
stat
liquid caffeine
needled
hooked then veined
nothing ventured nothing gained
sown then spread,
an awakening of the dead
blind
ripped corners of the mind
aching and coming to head
why hell,
you forced me
to wish for dead
there's no time for love
when answers receive no call
fall, fall, fall
we all fail
then fall again
“The open ear of youth doth always listen” - Shakespeare
I want to listen, when adults give me advice but it's not easy. The wind-up, the slow methodical narrative to the point drives me insane.
I know you’re trying to build a bridge - not a wall - so spit it out - I’m right here, behind these blue eyes. Whatever hurtful idea you’ve latched onto - let me hear it - STAT.
Maybe you’ll find your message returned - unopened - but you’re like earth - I’m stuck in your gravity - so for the love of whatever deity you worship - spill it.
Upgrade my life with your insight and I'll be forever changed and improved.
Dibble B Schticks was a very fat cat
Did not wear hat ‘cause his head was too fat.
Went to a fat farm
Which did him much harm.
Hated it so much he came home – stat!
Metrics,
Real concs.
Problems,
Solve ‘ems.
Nature,
Culture.
See slave,
Behave.
Faction,
Action.
Mating,
Dating.
Suckle,
Chuckle.
Test tube,
Stat loop.
Scope read,
Nodes said.
Bi drive,
Lat hive.
Theory,
Clearly.
Method,
Deft thud.
Method,
Deft cod.
Select,
Chain checked.
Gather,
Blether.
Science,
Finance.
Science,
Distance.
Freedom,
Kingdom.
Freedom,
Random.
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