Me ol mucker Rodney is getting some pukka succour...tipple & tucker in Vienna.."prost" mate
Austrian foodie fold can’t break the mould caught in a fraught brasher sort of sport
Fought as thought who bought flasher Sacher torte that gets gold does hold court
Overwrought at seriously stodgy onslaught podgy tort sausages deliriously cavort
Or wish to toast an old dish flattered mattered most plattered crumbed & battered
Viennese tease keener gnashers sold on a leaner schnitzel wiener winning wheeze
Grinning will be a breeze hazy days on skis back slaps lazy naps and dodgy knees
Pleas beer on taps dread steer clear fear sinning head spinning schnapps traps.. please
Happy good Sunday
Seeking Blessings of a bundle one day, I planted my seed in the pass
As part ways from struggling tasks that spike me first to last , thow I had my setback and I had my laughs
I am looking forward to a better Half..
By Keith Kadell Relf
-Lord, are You there?
I’m writing to You from an old thought,
but the connection is weak.
Perhaps because I no longer know how to be silent.
I tried to find You in churches,
but You were on a break from light.
I searched for You in books,
but there You spoke too beautifully to be real.
So I sent You a message:
“I love You, even though I don’t understand You.”
And I waited.
And I waited…
until the silence began to breathe.
Then I told myself:
maybe even God has days
when He no longer knows
how to be almighty.
Maybe He too
looks at us
and sighs:
“Another failed update of humanity.”
And yet,
when I fall asleep,
You place Your hand on my heart
like on a phone still vibrating:
a sign that You are there,
even if we’re both
on mute.
Annealing bypass accountant funnel package routing
Die stream play overlays
Towards function
Away from heat regulator
Mobile O.S grid independence
Semiconductor dyes/dies
No grammatical syntax coupes possible
Today’s weird zeitgeist,
live streaming every day,
awaits its Emmy;
historically streaming,
political mockery:-
Oh, when did evolution end
Or was it just a passing trend
That ran its course and then got worse
Or is it just a fading curse
For monkey’s would deny such kin
That say they are the root of men
For even the most vile Jackals
Ever put their foes in shackles
And yet these homosapiens
Claim they’re where evolution ends
That should there be a fall from grace
There’s nothing that could take their place
They have no clue the cats are waiting
And purring, mewing traps they’re baiting
Indoors, outdoors, all are feral
And “owners” all over a barrel
The fox is sly, the bear a brute
But kitty cats are oh so cute
And dogs, poor fools, will do as told
As long as kitty refills their bowls
*NOTE subtleties emphasized in their articulate closures contain a quantum message.
I think we're in trouble mate
why, what's wrong
I saw the pilot reading a manual
was it how to land a plane in a storm
no, how to fly one
???---!.
there's no life preservers on this ship, mate
I heard this captain say that the ship has a full complement on board
so what does that mean
well after the ship sinks
we'll just sit tight
with no life preservers
there'll be plenty
just wait a while
give or take ... !
Long years ago, you heard I fell,
just tumbled from a wall and—SPLAT!
I’d not be whole again, all said.
I’m here to follow up on that.
The King’s men scraped my pieces up.
It seemed they’d better things to do
than put me back together right.
I think they used Gorilla Glue.*
Now here I am, a messed-up sight,
a monster much like Frankenstein.
My body parts are all askew.
Not even my eyeballs align.
I'm feared, avoided, ridiculed.
I've no place in society.
Made a pariah by my looks,
though not in prison, I'm not free.
I hoped corrective surgeries
would fix me; so I filed a claim.
It was denied. It seems that for
my brokenness, I was to blame.
Here's what the agent said. I quote:
"Foolhardy eggs that perch on walls
should know that someday they'll get hurt.
They've asked for whatever befalls."
*popular product advertised as “the
toughest adhesive on the planet”
Thanks to.my LORD JESUS, Saviour -Redeemer-King, for my survival.
I am in Pretoria, the once pristine Capital of South Africa. I took back a flat/ apartment rented Toba Nigerians refugee when I returned here from USA in 2019. The illegal use of my property that violated all codes and agreements ... ( No time to give details) ... Ended, with monetary love. And threats of violence. My good Nigerian friend took me away from this flat around 8 pm last nite, protected in a guest house. An hour later four Nigerians came to discipline me, an "Indian" who must leave Africa (so they take my property?). My friend had to fight them off --
Many South Africans feel abused by immigrants, notably some Nigerians, who openly mock "weak" South Africans
* Just a note to mention that I posted a blog regarding the final results of testing for toxins from the Ohio Train Derailment that I have been writing about.
They found numerous chemicals including up to 20 dioxins in the soil here and matches to the chemicals that were on the train in the Ohio Derailment. More analysis is being done before it may be included in their news updates on the news.
I knew it had sickened me here with the snow March 1st and all the wildlife changes etc, but the amount of chemicals is shocking.
A lot to figure out now. Dioxins are the worst you can find and cannot be broken down or removed. My old realtor says the property cannot be sold as usual due to all the serious toxins.
The phenol benzene that was detected on my tree also causes stomach and esophagus issues, low red cell count, all that I have now.
The dioxins cause skin lesions and I am dealing with those with infection now too. The health issues go fast and what is happening in nature with the trees lately is so fast too.
I am working hard at lots of leads for this situation. Thank you to those bearing with it and supporting my poetry even when my muse is gone.
He died yesterday", she said.
My head is in a laptop
I see it randomly moving around with the mouse;
it's eyes squinting sideways
over the premature birth of a poem.
"How?" I hear myself say -
I have no clue who she's talking about.
"You stupid" she replied, "you."
I have become a blinking dot of light
on a computer screen.
The poem is paralyzed
now it is never going to learn
how to type.
Romeo was hiding in an alley
And yet Juliet found him, by Golly
They made love with passion
Each with their blue mask on
(Then) died of COVID ~ a fitting finale
Yeah, my pooh bear is awake
My heart really couldn't take
If I heard any bad news
I would have sadness and blues
Now my heart can can smile wide
Not the sorrow tears it's cried
It's now shedding joyous drops
Hoping that it never stops
More good news it wants to hear
All of Steve's friends everywhere
Are waiting so patiently
To hear news, we want to see
If pooh bears out of hibernation
There'll be a big celebration
When we see his posts again
We all miss our dear sweet friend
I updated info. On my Toxic Rain poem. It is important, so if I get a chance. I will start a blog.
There are no birds or squirrels here now.
Thank you
Heidi
A revised version of Alice was up for grabs in the clutches of my mind.
With a wizened worldly white rabbit, drinking mushroom tea of a new kind.
I began plotting and scheming a plot that would flabbergast, awe and bind.
The others editors had no imagination, so I finally said “Oh, never mind!”
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