Warren Dunes
Kevin Davis 2024
Sitting in the sun, back when we did so without worry,
It felt warm and right to rest on this towel with no hurry.
A gentle breeze whispered the secrets of future and past,
While waves danced softly to music we hoped would always last.
Children’s laughter echoed—melodies tender and sweet,
Warm sand between our toes, the earth steady beneath our feet.
Time itself moved slower, turning each moment into a treasure,
In the golden lake light, where we found our simple pleasure.
Sky and far horizon stretched endlessly blue,
Dreams lifted like gulls in the bright open view.
Memories were painted in hues of joy and light—
In those sun-washed days, absolutely everything felt right.
Now we sit and remember those hours so free,
When worries were shadows and hearts brimmed with glee.
Sitting in the sun lives on in memory—
A season of peace held gently in our history.
Warren William Zevon
weird themes his music touched on
without a care or bother
he gave us Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner
I have heard of a Stanford Warren,
Who chose to live in lands barren,
Self submitting to predicament;
It was simply not God’s Commandment.
Warren tags it Rich Self-Denial
And swears “Decision is final!”
By full choice “Rock of Gibraltar’
“You can’t me change from your altar!”
Was he after A Transformation:
Out testing some dropped information?
Former neighbor: multi-millionaire
Former best friend stinking billionaire
He’d tried a fact-finding questionnaire
The First had slept in a dust bin,
The Second long punished his skin…
And to Fifty-Year-Old Warren
His surest bet: lands badly barren!
Johnson believed that
war’s proponents use falsehood
to garner support . . .
this wise man died the same day
the atomic bomb got dropped
April 5, 2022
For Sotto Poet's Is Truth The First Casualty Of War And Why Is That Poetry Contest
(1943-2003)
He was a renegade.
He was a rebel all his days.
Then something broke inside. And I, I --
I cried and cried when Warren died.
“Once you’ve financed your passion
—it’s time to quit work”
(Valley Forge Military Academy: August, 1964)
Any state's electors
May now be defectors
A state may go for Trump
But its electors can choose 'her'
A recipe for chaos, pure
To be challenged in court, for sure
Little Warren Buffett
sat on a tuffet
Counting his stocks
and his bonds
Along came a crash
and there went his stash
But it wasn't as bad
as it sounds...
While others pulled out
Little Warren held stout
He took the stock-picker's dare
Purchasing bargains with care
Touting a 'buy-low' culture
He swooped in like a vulture
A mere year from that crash
He'd made back all his cash
There's a lesson in here
Whose principle's clear --
When you sit on a tuffet
Make sure you don't **** it!
I twice shortchanged Warren one of the two “t”s in Buffett. I found Ogden Nash did a fine job with double letters in "The Lama".
That inspired me to write, in apology for slighting Mr. Buffett:
The Buffet
The one-t buffet,
That's a punch,
Or a place to
Have your lunch.
The two-t Buffett?
He never knew
A fiscal crunch.
And I will bet
A silken tuffet
There isn't any
Three-t buffettt. *
--- Oliver Klosov
* The author regrets that he cannot duplicate
Ogden Nash's final “groaner” re a “three-t buffettt” . Pooh.
If that's not enough it will have to do. (heh heh)
Warring With Warren
Here is a warning;
Don't be warring with Warren;
May end up mourning.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Horn Haiku has to be 5-7-5
Each line will be rhyming
with perfect timing.
I will never be as rich as Mr. Buffet
Though I have made some correct decisions
Including a wiining lawsuit
and a purchase of an 1877 Indian head penny
I will never be as rich as Warren Buffet
But I find happiness none the less
A well played chess game
A good meal, a kiss on the breeze
leave me feeking as rich as Mr. Buffet
Well, one can always dream
money matters
but it isn't everything
by any means.....
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