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My Ideals are Gone

    I persevered, ‘My ideals are gone’
        Life mocked me, NO! – 
 
    ‘Ideals’ untested in reality’s crucible 
        are worthless, unusable

The Swamp Monster

Unkie, my friend or foe
At night with a pin he'd stick me
So he said; in his bed
With him I did not sleep
Had my own bed_no dread

Unkie, my friend or foe
Had a curved walking cane
One hand was unusable
He had harsh attitude
He's so confusable

Unkie, my friend or foe
He had a bad sore leg
He got burned in a wreck
Running his homemade shine
That was his one paycheck

Unkie, my friend or foe
Could be soft and loving
Helped me out of the swamp
When the swamp monster ate
My shoes__ socks with one chomp

Twits Terrible Nitwits

past knoxville and idaho city there are a pair of adorable nitwits.
townspeople refer to them as kooky oddballs, a couple of twits.
their name is easy to  learn. she is backward ditz; he is fritz.
brown eyes are lop-sided, their glances can be the pits.

watch out! cautions their neighbor, they will bore you to bits.
they showed up one day unexpectedly during a neighboring blitz.
I heard they were parisians, but another told me they are brits.
fritz can do a weird almost-hand-stand, and ditz does the splits.

twits do not put on airs; neither abides by the ritz or any glitz.
they eat bland foods like porridge, oatmeal, and plain grits.
calico cats come to them all the time, presenting them with kits.
their fighting is so common, their eyes are swollen to slits.

fritz likes to knit, so their house is full of junk that he knits.
afghans, scarves, hats, potholders, and unusable oven mitts.
ditz does not wash her hair, so it is full of lice, bugs and nits.
also have zits, and they have performed some really weird skits.

Blue Light Special In Aisle Three

valentines shopper, there is a blue light special in Aisle Three
Gloria had no idea what this announcement could be.
but she raced to three to see toilet paper on sale for $1.95.
she tossed in two packages on top of her kitty cat Clive.

valentines shopper, there is a blue light special in Aisle Four
Gloria spun her cart and hurried to the aisle next door.
the special was dog food, which you could buy for a dollar off.
we don’t need it! We don't have a dog! Clive said with a scoff.

the next blue light special was in aisle twenty-three that day.
Clive was forbidding his mistress from heading that way.
they came home dissatisfied, with unusable stuff in their cart.
Clive said “Buying a bunch of junk we don’t need is your art.”

Murphy For Trophy

At a time he should have been set
Murphy became rather upset.
Scott had this guessed at the outset
But not how to Murphy reset.
Scott could only pray that Murphy
Go home with the cherished trophy;
With loss his room might seem stuffy
And unusable seats fluffy...

But setbacks checked at their onset
Required one who was preset
And Ben Murphy–photo inset
Didn't look a pin the preset.

Ashes and Thirst

Ashes and Thirst

Evil comes in all shapes, and all sizes. 
We have all heard this many times... before. 
But how truly large, or small can it be? 
I want to ask this question you see. 
I want to know the answer, 
and I want to know why. 

The water in the tap is no longer clean. 
There are only 49 days left. 
Las Vegas, New Mexico... is on the clock. 
The whole city, will die. 

Why? 

Ashes from trees and flowers, 
ashes from cars and trucks, 
houses and furniture, 
personal items
... and dust. 
No rust!

It floats up in the air,
without a care, 
coming down here and there... 
as it pleases. 
The ash, making the land
dark, and unusable
with poisons yet
un found, going by unnoticed. 
They are the bounty of tomorrow, 
containing all the sorrow, 
from one bad instance to the next.

Then, the floods come from all directions. 
They are part of the whole. 
The water... now blending with the sewage, 
and sludge, again... undrinkable by man or beast. 

This story will repeat itself, 
until the cycle is broken, 
or the Lord returns. 

How is your water supply?

For Our Grandchildren

I hope this for my grandchildren and our planet…
That the water will always be drinkable 
And we shall have enough for the animals.
That kindness and love will prevail over anger and rage.

In the future I hope that automatic assault rifles will be broken
Into tiny unusable bits, so that earthlings can have peace of mind
That they will not be murdered by those who are insane and selfish
I hope that even police will not have to carry these monsters.

In the future I hope that the air will be pure,
That cigarette smoking will be something no one remembers
That cancer will be gone forever and there will be a cure for dementia
I hope this for my grandchildren and our planet…

Sand Storm

Sand storm begins as barely a twitch--
at most she's profoundly amusable.
She warns tiny spiders weaving a stitch
their web will soon be unusable.

She grows and swirls into pirouette,
fitting her slippers to Enpointe toes.
Dances with a gentle breeze, and yet
invites pebbles to go where she goes.

Plucking a few blossoms for blowing hair,
paper skirts of amber, golden brown,
crystals of sand for evening wear,
she swirls, enticing all around.

Her friend, wind, challenges noisy gales
animals shudder and hide their eyes.
Sand has tantrums, and often wails,
pretends as queen of blustery skies.

July 18, 2022

for It's All About Three Q's Contest
by Constance La France
Theme: Nature
Form: Quatrain
howmanysyllables.com=10

Longanimity

He took me fishing.

Meaning,
    I cast and fouled
    my fishing reel
    in rapid succession,
    forgetting to thumb break,
    creating snarled messes,
    rending the whole thing
    unusable.

He swapped
    his gear for mine,
    untangled the abortion
    I’d created,
    handed me back
    an operational rod,
    just as I messed up
    again.

Rinse.
Repeat.

He never once
    scowled or
    raised his voice.

When we got back to the house,
Granny asked how fishing went.

Paw-paw smiled,
    “Wonderfully.”

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for the "Pick-a-Title" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Edward Ibeth
title chosen: 1. Longanimity
written on 03/14/2022

Two Birthday Girls

Two birthday girls, they are both in their seventies.
I cannot figure out what to give them with ease.
They probably already have bunches of unusable stuff.
I enter the store knowing my search will be rough.

Winter Overload

Winter bought rights to long life ~ in command
of blizzards, ice storms, unusable roads.
Iced windshields, snowmen--whatever's on hand.
Heat overuse caused great melt overload.
Alas, Winter thawed--and found he'd been snowed.

~Snowed, in this sense, means overwhelmed with lies,
taken advantage of~

December 13, 2021
For Winter Quintain Contest
by Francine Roberts

Junk In Space

If the junk in space left unchecked
It could cause a significant amount of problems
For our ‘FutureNow’ generations
Rendering access to space increasingly difficult
Even worst, possibility of making space unusable.

 Junk in space is uncountable
Tracking is impossible
Moving at 17,000 miles an hour
Some as tall as a tower
Some as small as a grain of sand
You can hold in your hand
Shooting down is not the answer
Then what are we going to do?
It’s up to you and me too.

Satellites, satellites, all over the space
Wasting up useful place
Junk, junk all over its face
Space junk, clean up your waste
You individual, countries clean your face.

Take politics out of this space
Our ‘FutureNow’ generation is at stake
Do it for God sake
If not do it for your country is at stake
Awake, awake, awake for goodness sake
I pray that you will awake and say okay.

Beggar Shows Us a Mirror

The vagrant beggar in seeming drunken stupor
Clumsily staggers about hither and thither 
No one truly wishes to lessen his pain
Turning backs on him with disdain

Now and then a half hearted benefactor 
Presses into his hands unusable note in tatters
We watch from a distance, ebbing flame of conscience 
To glowing heart hardening resistance by our egos indifference 

15-May-2021

Shadows

dark and ethereal
stark reminders of being
never tainted nor thwarted
ever present in light
deceptively absent otherwise
now unusable
these tethers
pray tell their value

Mental Toughness

Mental Toughness 
Written: by Tom Wright
6/16/2018

Mental toughness drives tough old birds,
It sums up our lives with just two words.
An optimistic attitude is what we bring,
And motivates us beyond issues that ding;

Our glass is half full each minute of time,
We march lockstep to our own paradigm.
This defines who we are and who you see,
I happily say, tough old birds, includes me.

We never surrender but will fight to the end,
No matter what warning realities might send.
Believers view give up as being unusable words,
And no shows in vocabularies of Tough Old Birds;

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