Tolerable Poems

When Hell is Full

When Hell Is Full**

Sweet memories fade like old Navy clothing,  
leaving an unpleasant taste in my mouth—  
like a can of Grace corned beef with stale onions,  
drizzled with oil; it was tolerable at the time.  

Years have passed, yet those thoughts still  
send chills down my spine. I utterly detest those moments  
when the pain won’t let go.  

Just as I was about to turn the key,  
He walks toward the elevator,  
the same old walk heading to that all-too-familiar place.  
Vulnerability is weakness; voodoo may offer  
only fleeting relief.  

Sweet memories fade like old Navy clothing,  
and a scorned wife never forgives—it’s a viper’s sting.  
The dead cannot rest easily, knowing what  
they have done.
 Forgiveness carries a hefty price!!  
and it’s dark. The living will move forward,  
while the dead will roam this earth for eternity  
When hell is full.

Global Warming

“What is the use of a house if you haven`t got a tolerable planet to putt it on.”
Henry David Thoreau
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Global Warming

what have we done
for glaciers to melt so fast
for forest fires to flare so often
for tornadoes to rage so strongly
for droughts to occur oft and anon
for flash floods to recur time and again

we had it coming

we had it coming
looking at pictures of an empty Piccadilly Circus
or the Eifel Tower in Paris is empty of life except
for police cars cruising to fine anyone breaking the law.
The emptiness is enormous and frightening to think
how quickly humankind can disappear forever
When the pandemic is over, there might be another one.
Millions of people all over the world rotting in their homes
the disappearance of humans is a near reality.
The only hope is that we lived a tolerable good life.
The future will consist of animals hunting each other.
Cities will crumble art and culture of no value.
We had it coming, I despair.

26-3-2025 Trust in the Move

Blood leaking from my nose, 
A probable prologue to my death. 
And it blows.
The lows, 
Lately I’ve been peaking at my lows. 
A dishonourable rest forever forebodes. 
My heart keeps faking pounds and it shows, 

Why boy are you a “shy boy”? 
Wear a lie boy but it seems that they know. 
Fashionable is not tolerable, 
Your best however, 
Your best just can’t keep up with the woes. 
The worst lies heap upon lies, 
Until the truth is a memory disposed. 
Tomorrow costs an arm and a leg, 
Temperance must foster within your mind to maintain your growth. 

The days over, 
Night comes with dark creeping at my neck. 
My temperament lost, 
It’s not easy to find the might to compose. 

You fight though because tomorrow is close. 
You fight, 
Tomorrow is close. 

Trust the pass, 
Trust the path and endure the stress. 
Give in and rest, 
Forget the past just to regret the joke. 
More or less dangle above grass, 
Ensure your silhouette glides, 
Endure the last breaths before you choke. 
A probable prelude to my death, 
The last breaths before the doze into rest. 
What a joke.

Free speech U K'

This very year..And today' begins a leaching away ' 
Malign intent has began; a framing' quyeer karma
Will soon be naming.' A raft of dis-reason assembled
Most vainly' for we all saw him plainly.' He claimed to
Humanity.' Free speech was not a novelty.' We have
Had it for many years.' So now it apoears really *****'
That such un-truth was mouthed.' And right in mr Trumps
Right ear.' And right to his face in fact.' I find it most hard to hack!
That there exists an audacity.! To spew such an illitracy?
How much aversion to reality.? Can be tolerable? I fail to see!
That such a man? Should have world status.' Or be? Leader
Of Brittania the scepterd isles, we see..' origin deep; the very
Cauldron of world judicarys.' The seat of much stability.' Allowed to wrap 
Chains of false values and claims based in banal iniquity.' To drag
Such a nation down, and almost to its knees.!

Hello Grandpa

What do you like about him? Her father asked.
He’s got a great smile, she said, sheepishly.
There was a giggle too, a tiny one.

He seems like a knucklehead to me, a dunce.
You have to get to know him, she told him.
I will try, he lied.

He had already seen enough of this guy.
a know-nothing, do-nothing.
he was not tolerable until their first child was born.
In one instant, he was brilliant.
Hello Grandpa

Beyond her Smile

I had been fooled
She used her foreign to-meness
To arouse me into
Wanting her
She had been taught such
To find facts
Which she could use against
Me 
My teaching never included
That of the body
and my job made it
easy for me to be used,
This her samplings of together ess
Made either subhuman from
Wanting. Or extrahuman from
Needing. A desire of her flesh
made togetherness tolerable

I looked forward to being
With her even as she was my
enemy.
This the nights of froth,
Would be defined through our
Love making. She made time
enough to seduce me her time
and labor as a woman, could make
even the scariest of sameness
In afterlude nonexistent that she
Was a woman in all affairs of
womanism!

The Chill of loneliness are warmed
By her expression to
Procreate and
Be mine!

Beyond her Smile

I had been fooled
She used her foreign to-meness
To arouse me into
Wanting her
She had been taught such
To find facts
Which she could use against
Me 
My teaching never included
That of the body
and my job made it
easy for me to be used,
This her samplings of together ess
Made either subhuman from
Wanting. Or extrahuman from
Needing. A desire of her flesh
made togetherness tolerable

I looked forward to being
With her even as she was my
enemy.
This the nights of froth,
Would be defined through our
Love making. She made time
enough to seduce me her time
and labor as a woman, could make
even the scariest of sameness
In afterlude nonexistent that she
Was a woman in all affairs of
womanism!

The Chill of loneliness are warmed
By her expression to
Procreate and
Be mine!

How the Echo Filters Reality

In the hollow of my mind, the past sings loud,
a siren call bending time into ripples,
its voice twisting the air like fractured glass.
I chase the echoes, but they flee,
leaving shadows that whisper of truth
too sharp to touch.

The echo doesn’t lie, yet neither does it tell all—
its cadence steals clarity, weaving illusions
of what was, what could have been.
It filters the jagged edges,
blurring pain into a tolerable hum,
a melody of survival
shaped by hands unseen.

In its distortion, I find a mirror,
where my inner child peers back,
wide-eyed, still grasping for a voice
to match the quiet scream within.
The echo cradles her fears,
turning chaos into song
as the past learns to dance
to its own unraveling.

Here, in the resonance of what lingers,
I build a rhythm of now—
truth unfiltered, clear,
not by erasing the past,
but by hearing it through
and letting it rest.

their music is loud

The workmen are here again today rebuilding our porch.
Their country western music is loud and proud
Cranked up to ear-drum-breaking levels.
I hear it in every room of my house and they are outside.
This might be their last day, or maybe tomorrow.
I do not say a word about their house-shaking music.
Workmen are temperamental, and I want them to come back.
I have played this game before and know it is best to keep silent.
Carpenters are difficult to find, and if they walk I am sunk.
Luckily I have an art studio, so I go out there – a bit farther away.
Can I hear it out there? Yes, but it is more tolerable at that distance.

COMMON SENSE CUM IQ

       IQ less powerful.
       Common sense more active.
       Apply common sense in performance.

       Callousness also appears so often.
       Common sense more important.
       IQ less powerful.

      Less IQ tolerable.
      Zero common sense unbearable.
      Common sense more active.

     Culture common sense.
     in journey of life.
    Apply common sense in performance.

POPULAR POLITICAL INTIMIDATION

"Better to die fighting for freedom than being a prisoner
 all the days of your life " 
Bob Marley 

In life 
What has the beginning 
can also have its end. 
In life 
What seems tolerable now 
Can become intolerable in the future.
Many African countries had been bullied 
for many years by some super powers. 
It was difficult  for many African countries 
To speak loud about some atrocities 
Because of intimidations of loosing 
some western benefits.

How life is about, 
Now there is popular political intimidation
of South Africa to loose some western deals 
 because of filling a genocidal case 
against Israel. 
I don't think it is fair to continue keeping 
quiet  while Israel government continue committing
crimes against humanity in Gaza. 
I don't think other African countries 
will support some oppressors 
and let South Africa down. 

In life 
Speaking the truth 
Is always my wish.

Jimmy Was An Only Child

Jimmy was an only child
Henrietta’s only son
She had built him up
Lavished him with praise
Told him how handsome he was
He had always believed it
There was nothing humble about him
This had cost him two wives and several jobs
He was trying to be more down-to-earth
He is still fighting self-vanity
But he is almost tolerable now

A Day In the Life

The sun remains hidden behind a blanket of gray on this snowy winter afternoon. It doesn't matter. Gone for now are the playful sailors who dart about Salt Fork lake in better weather. The blackbirds caw from atop the old oaks that inhabit this place, their pleas echoing in the still and silence that surrounds us. Hawks circle high above in hopes of spotting prey, riding thermals like the leaves that softly ride the chilling wind. The cold feels invigorating and lets us know we are fully alive. Love is a celebration to be held during all of the four seasons, the seasons of the years of our lives. Time whooshes by and yet slows to a crawl when we are here, our respite from the storms of life. Today, and every day, we bow to our Maker and give thanks for the snippets of peace that make life tolerable, even enjoyable for a time. We are here. We are alive. We are in love. And the world is a little better place than it was yesterday.

living in the moment
watching the sparrows in peace
time stands still for two

He Aint Prickly Hes My Brother

He ain’t prickly, he’s my brother I said.
Full of quills though, right? Asked my neighbor Fred
Not awful, tolerable actually, cushy even,
This was thrown in by my best friend Steven.

You mean you ride on his back? A little one queried.
Yes I said, and I am not one bit worried.
He is young, so his quills are not intolerable yet.
I am not fearful at all, for these things I don’t fret.

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