Let us say there is great devastation.'
In Venezula.!
In Columbia.!
In Ukraine.!
In Iran.!
Let us say, there is great devastation..!
In the USA there is homelessness.?
There is rampant, drug abuse.'
There is wholesale murder of the un-born;
Future.!
In the whole world inequality reigns.'
Let us say there is great devastation..!
Where is God we may say in all this.?
He is still waiting I remind myself.'
For you and me, to turn to Him..)
So that he may heal. All our great devastations.!
Is not the world running a rat race
After gold, deemed as the richest prize?
What does it ultimately fetch us,
Other than making our life a mess!
The glitter of gold makes men go daze.
Flaunting wealth has become their craze.
Easy money is modern man’s obsession.
It will end up in his steady transgression.
In time, power and prestige may grow,
But sad, man goes blind in their dazzling glow.
Fairness easily surrenders to corruption,
Leading to value’s wholesale evaporation.
Character gets lost in pleasure’s pursuit
And man, degenerates into a mere brute.
Honesty and integrity are looked down with hate.
Discipline and dedication become obsolete.
Gold may glitter and shine, wealth may stay,
But time will one day take them all away.
The truest wealth is not the one we avariciously heap,
But a loving heart and a peaceful mind that we keep.
In hollow gold as our priorities, we place,
It is our innate virtue and goodness, we replace.
When men’s hypocrisy as probity, they plaster
Is not our world running into a grave disaster?
Clearly debriefed;
what if escalation.
Exhalation; don’t
relax. Remember
the facts. Living
dead flow on empty roads.
Remember the broad
streets of the mall,
where the dead lurk
and maul. Empty,
the shelves, two days
after malice of ice,
near and far. Skate
to the center, fall in;
what were you after?
Remember vegetables
don’t grow on shelves;
they arrive on big wheels.
One starts to question,
“where does good and plenty
come from?” A wholesale
disaster could be payday.
The living dead make their beds
under the fluorescent lights;
buzzing on open shelves.
There is plenty of room
for doom. I had to leave
the room. Breathing too loud.
Left with clothes on my back,
a card, a heart attack.
Grateful for provisions,
for meat in my freezer,
rice in my pantry,
cream of mushroom,
fried okra, lights,
water and electricity.
Electricity in Publix
unnecessary. Feet
moving, squeaky carts;
I’m darting out the doors.
Should I warn those
coming in. Should I
even look at them…
Religion versus culture
If the Dutch had adopted the Koran
Making churches into mosques would be in Holland
be different for it is today?
I don`t think so. Because of
their characters
and culture would have reminded them of active
travelling the world for a business opportunity.
Been Muslims in name only, as they are
Christians in the name just today
The Islamic rule that works in the backwater
of, say, Pakistan could not be applied
In the Netherlands, the people were too educated
to swallow wholesale the Islamic dogma
In the end, culture is more important than religion.
From a favourite spoon or pet,
AI’s turned to cutlery set.
From wholesale flattery,
To flat sycophancy,
To queries, easy balls to bat.
From a fish-catching stork,
From plain spoon to warped fork,
True pet nor yet vigilant cat.
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Happenings | 06.12. 2025 | cat, fish, flattery, humour, truth, limerick
Note: A study reveals that AI, ‘agreeing much more than not, sucks up to people’. Even more than people sucks up to each other in face of vested interest. Their answers often border on sheer flattery. Its performance much below the expectations. It seems to have promised much more than can deliver.
Don’t speak to me if you’re not going to listen,
Insist on an answer to yesterday’s question,
Angry because I do not remember the words
Lost in the well of destruction you bought wholesale
On the steep steps of the bargain basement of sin~
God damn the complications from your feral heart,
Understand I am not your experimental
Engram waiting to be programmed by your demands!
I decided to travel afar
Stressed badly on this life so far
Somewhere cosy, daisy, easy, breezy and travelling cities like I am super busy
And dancing on the open street like no one's watching
Catching butterflies and thinking I'm the new morning
Running in the field of dandelions, countryside
Strumming my guitar on the Hillside Travelling through the signals of my heart
Adding wholesale memories to the cart
Building temporary castles on the beach
till my depression is out of reach
Tall ,bare trees running across me
I am restless just like the sea
Untie my hair, dress short, still look cute
with a beautiful face , everyone's mute
From stepping on cobblestones
To singing loud in careless tones
There's nothing I can't do
and who would stop me too?
And then I open my eyes and realise it's just a dream
Oh! But dream.... Can you redeem?
Kansas dawn, a new life just begun,
A street lumper's world, where muscles strained and spun.
Associated Wholesale, my first hard-earned dime,
Hombre!s hand that led me conquering space and time.
"Stone-Cold," my handle, forged in sweat and steel,
A girl among the men, a challenge I could feel.
They eyed me sideways, resentment in their gaze,
Hoping to break me, in those early, trying days.
They pushed and shoved, tried every petty trick,
To chase me off, and make my resolve grow thick.
But stubborn fire burned within my soul,
I wouldn't yield, I'd take complete control.
Slowly, surely, as the weeks rolled by,
Respect began to glimmer in their eye.
They saw my grit, my willingness to strive,
And grudgingly, they let my spirit thrive.
The ice began to melt, the tension start to fade,
A bond of brotherhood, in that rough trade, we made.
From rivals fierce, to comrades standing tall,
A street lumper's tale, where friendship conquered all.
wholesale butchery
burnings beheadings slaughter
~ cheers slogans parades
Heroines fought battles, overcame
hardships to proclaim victory
Lena's sedentary reel, same same
Pristine paged humdrum story
Secure foundation led steadily wed
Chores' blur bolstered home
Wholesale whore for husband's bed
Battle liberated life bemoan
Pencil skirt vixens strut on television
Bold shoulder pads deception
Kids' Father ensured ample provision
Fed a fortress family protection
Frumpy comfort hot oven soap opera
Glazed gaps, glassed gorgeous
Razzmatazz Rochelle dating a doctor
Lena's latent longing engorges
27th June
Heaven for Heathens
Woodrow Wilson, back then a progressive
Now considered a wholesale regressive ~
Just think, Hilary / DJT *
What will you soon be ~
Deplorable compulsive-obsessive
*If Republican, read 'Hilary'
If Democrat, read 'DJT'
Alternatively, read 'JRB,' -- (Joseh Robinette Biden)
Backyard mavens, wise crones
recall generations of groundhogs
that have dwelt in these hedgerows.
In winter
they seed the ground with 'Puffcorn Delites'
bought wholesale from Sam's Club.
The comfortable groundhogs nap in their burrows
contemplating evening feasts.
Furred paws in tartan house slippers
shuffle at back doors. A grey whiskered fuzziness
that is part critter, part elderly granny
stand ever ready
to lend a hand in case baby groundhogs
need burping.
10,000
The cows are all dead.
They died in the heat,
or so they said.
I feel sorry for the cows,
but more sorry for the farmers,
the ranchers,
the processors,
the packers,
the truckers,
the factory works,
the wholesale and retail people...
The store,
the grocery workers,
the meat men, (the butchers)
and you...
me...
us.
In two years...
twenty-two food-related companies,
have been burned up,
burned down,
flooded out,
and hit by planes.
Yes,
two planes.
Two different sites.
When I used to stay with my grandmother,
in the hot summers of Arizona...
It was hard to go outside at times.
She bought me books to read,
and paint by number... color sets.
It did not take long to see,
if you used all the right shades,
in the right order...
that pigment does not lie.
There was a pattern. (always)
Even at six,
it was plain to see.
Things are much clearer than before,
there is evil at the door.
May we ever make amends my friends?
Once a hobo tears you to the bone
Facing now a fiery end all deaf to tone
No atonement chanced while all defiled
Set to fighting on a flag projection
None will win the outcome of election
You afflict me for a thought deception
Humanity to pay wholesale rejection
Those who split our nation gleeful
Twisted under sanctioned violence
Toppled kingdom ruins flashed to dust
Until the loafers pay the final Pence
End
President Trump is like a hangnail for the deep state. You remove it with a lot of pain, but it keeps comes back again for no reason.
The Coronavirus Pandemic
3/13/2020
It made its appearance on a Wuhan breeze,
then quickly began spreading to other lands.
From particles being spread by cough or sneeze,
we're advised, to avoid crowds and wash our hands.
Fear of this virus is now staking its claim,
now a pandemic and not lightly taken.
We search for a cure and play a waiting game,
it's caused anxiety and left us shaken.
Laying our Economic System in waste,
it's effect has taken us all by surprise.
In a search for a cure scientist make haste,
pray a vaccine is found before our demise.
Today to our nearby wholesale club we trekked,
many shelves lay bare due to panic buying.
Seeing empty shelves had a chilling effect,
this virus, peoples minds, was occupying.
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