“Everyone’s different,” says someone born in May
To the another whose birthday’s in June.
“But we all get a “hip hip hooray!”!”
“Every cake’s different,” say tastebuds to a spoon;
A stable table to some disposable plates
As they hear for the first time the table’s same tune.
“Every bite’s different,” say the plates in turn on the table.
“Every different bite’s bitten to a new beat on the first record
That plays when cake song’s sung and cake placement is stable.
The foreground to “the food of love” is to tape record.
The format of birthdays is repeated, results still differing for
Each year’s wish, released like a parachute pack by a ripcord.
The invasion has begun.
In the distance,I hear the rattle of heavy artillery.
Silage trailers,as they thunder along pock-marked country roads.
Young conscripts,barely legal,battling with the controls of a modern day,
monster tractor.
Happy as the day is long,
they tick tok around the clock,
Posting updates and images of the work in progress
to their army of followers.
They'll be starving by lunch time.
Putins' long white table would seat a platoon of men,
In for the dinner,
On a break from gathering potatoes, building a stack of hay or toiling at a dusty thrasher.
But my mother would barely have a table cloth long enough
for Putins' table.
To cover the blood stains, from the flesh
dripping slowly from the the meat grinder.
Artificial Intelligence has taken over
Human intelligence is sadly obsolete and passé
~ Jobs will soon be non-existent!
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Apocalyptic riders, riding hard,
pressing, pressing on us
as they come -
how long will they ride
before we all are overcome?
Why do so many
to the horsemen four succumb?
Too many, like sheep, heedless have become.
Anti-democratic and scapegoating leaders
have ruled over us for decades.
No. For centuries!
Wars and misery they bring.
Why don’t we turn the tables
and lock them up in penitentiaries?
Why imitate those liars
being money-hungry,
allowing them control
as we follow ever dumbly?
So few are those who dare step up.
Lonely is the Silver Surfer and Fantastic Four.
A shout-out to humanity -
your courage I implore!
Turn the tables. Turn the tables.
If we’d but take a stand -
think of how the world could be.
Like the Dharma -
It could be so grand.
Let us all together band,
and let Aquarius shine with peace
throughout each and every land.
You taught me how to lock the door and turn off the lights.
You taught me how to use a gun just in case someone broke in to fight.
You told me to protect my brothers,
My mom,
My family.
But what you didn’t teach me was,
who would be on the other end of the gun.
I wouldn’t have guessed that the intruder would be someone familiar.
I couldn’t have guess what would happen if I called the cops on one of my own.
You didn’t tell me that when I finally did protect my family.
All the time you’ve taught me to fight the bad guy who would hurt me.
You didn’t tell me that the one on the other side of the gun would be
You.
patio tables pining for long awaited sunshine ~
Coffee Tables
Stop the
eternal hopping coffee tables from
sweating is a
full-time job.
Central location for family to sit and connect away from TV and hopefully phones
The tables keep on turning.
The wheels keep turning.
Eyes that are burning.
A vision of deception
a heart left mourning.
All of that is over
waking up to peaceful stress-free mornings.
No longer worrying about lies, infidelity,
or any type of deceit.
Discerning and
intuition spoke the truth
overturning.
Karma will soon
be returning.
This is the truth and a warning!
The tables will begin turning!
We have sat at the same tables a lifetime now
In many different countries and places
Countless years and countless people
Family, friends and strangers faces
I want to sit at tables with you forever
Your face to me is home
Never to view an empty chair
Without you at my table ….alone!
It’s harder to bleed when blood is gone
What’s greed with the line money’s on/
Will it run up on someone’s lawn/
Or try and take from your spawn/
Then act like nothing was wrong/
The track they’re taking is long/
When that feeling is an old song/
As you’re turning the tables around/
Just gas and keep burning fables down/
Outlast and be learning angles they’ll surround/
Outcast to be free and yearn for an angels sound
Old Tables
Speak Volumes
About Life
Celebrate
Wonderful
Memories
Countless Meals
Cherished Talks
Captured Time
26 Jan 2023
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How many bites in a cucumber
How many z’s in eight hours' slumber
How many bees in a typical beehive
How many years ‘til an Ice Age arrives
How many stop signs in big D, Dallas
How many floorboards in the Royal Palace
How many light-years to the farthest star
How many people in Africa don’t have a car
Mom used to say I gave her indigestion ~
Now I teach her how to google my questions
A Yorkshire terrier in Coral Gables
should be honored in Aesope’s Fables
When a brat stole her bone
she ate his snow cone
Moral: Your victim just might turn the tables!
The child who was frolicking in the sun
And on sighting me broke into a run
Was Ted Colonel’s Fleeing Ferrari of a Son
Also, a lad who could himself kill for a denied bun
Judging it Needless Injustice done…
Now he’s eighteen and keeping a gun,
Of all colors A Sickening Dun
And sure visiting its trigger for fun,
Though with it could drop dead a nun.
Now, I sight him and break into a run,
Broadly smile as he stands in The Sun
And by accident closer pay for his bun…
Sometimes tables later turn
And it’s the turn of The Bossy to burn.
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