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“Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate", most frequently translated as "Abandon all hope, ye who enter here". A. Dante, 14th century Italian poet
They sway the power over mere mortals
They drop the words that cannot be appealed
Gods of carjacks are deities, immortals
The voodoo magic over vehicles they wield
Their world is full of strange sounds
“Alignment, ratchet, dolly and exhaust
Lift, mallet, drip-pan” terms are out-of-bounds
To lowly humans who will surely be lost
It’s torque, rotation, caddy, pliers, wrenches
Inspection sticker, undercarriage rust
The noisy drilling on the workshop benches
And wailing, “Fix my car at once or bust!”
Compressor hiss and cannonade of hammer
Struts, piston rings and diagnostic code
The mystery of sensor change glamour
Oh, deftly moves, returning auto to the road
It’s coolant check, brake fluid, fuses, coils
Spark plugs replacement, tire pressure gauge
They know of summer vs winter oils
And best brake pads, domain of the sage
Cars pulled apart, they look so weak and tender
Like bugs without wings that cannot fly
Await repair of the fender-bender
We’ve all been there and can testify
Patched tires, shock absorbers, sockets
The wiper blades, the funnels and headlights
Big bucks repair our hitting pockets
But while here we have very little rights
Male shadows standing here and there
They look askance, the humbled, quiet bunch
As if infer the process of repair
With facial expressions of a hunch
And while surgery performed, there’s hope abound
For chariots of fire, as before
When gods of auto centers, homebound
Us send at once, by fixing what was sore
January 12, 2025
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Cottage garden growing fast
Heavy work is gonna last
Plant the flowers, dig the dirt
'Till the backs are feeling hurt
Let's attract the butterflies
Them and birds are on fly-byes
Rabbits, deer with the fawn
More like heaven than the lawn
Quiet house amid woods
Love and peace are main goods
Friendly spirit, warmth aglow
Flower garden let it grow
June 5, 2022
Amelia Court House, VA
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I flew the international route
Had an epiphany, no doubt
Surrounded, the mix of folks
Of ages, languages, life walks
What if we suddenly can share
One intellection, maybe pair?
A story from a distant nook
Earth’s wisdom, ready for a book
Of money, family and love
Tradition, habit thereof,
How we can learn, and why we don’t?
Out of indifference, we wouldn’t
This plane, a sample of mankind
Hey, guys and girls, come read my mind
I long to share, trick or two
You get to wear my old shoe
But no, they slept, restrained and fed
No brainstorms or plans instead
No passing secrets, gained advice
Within our reach, free and precise
No business chat, no meeting place
Or knowledge gained in plane’s space
Polite and friendly, shut as clams
No handshakes offered, only dams
We ate, we read, had movies watched
This opportunity was botched
And as we land - “goodbye, primates”
We split and run, to transfer gates
March 22, 2025
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An American perspective on domestic and world events, in no particular order
SCOTUS rules that Trump’s immune
China flies the spy balloon
Starship booster landing glee
J. Assange is walking free
Bergdorf, Neiman join Saks
Our Secret Service sucks
Russia swaps her jailed spies
Alexei Navalny dies
Mitch McConnell’s stepping down
“Boris” causes Europe drown
Biden cancels loan debt
Hunter’s pardoned by his dad
Hezbollah - beheaded snake
East Coast’s shaken by the quake
Eagle Pass – still open path
Gaza tastes Israeli wrath
North of 40 goes Dow Jones
Loses fight one Alex Jones
French Olympics is a dud
Milton, Helen’s awful flood
Bitcoin’s rising through the roof
“Donald Trump is bullet-proof”
MSNBC for sale
Diddy Combs in Brooklyn’s jail
Donald wins and Harris not
Brian T. assassins’ plot
Bankman-Fried, the largest fraud
“AI” reach is getting broad
Pavel Durov nabbed in France
But illegals push, advance
Mid-East war still rages on
“Year of Snake” is almost born
TikTok may not be around
Syria has fallen down
Anti-Semites flowing crud
Israel keeps oozing blood
Taylor Swift, the billionaire
Art, banana, millionaire
Gone Red Lobster, Tupperware
Weapons for Ukraine affair
Prada sews the spacewalk suit
DOJ quits Trump’s pursuit
Spirit Air takes nose dive
Elon Mask in overdrive
Iran rockets come like rain
Hostages remain in pain
No DC resolve, it’s air
Beirut pagers need repair
Russia crumbles from within
Lower price on gasoline
“Brat”, the word of current year
Now, to ones we once revere
Gone for good, but left imprint
Culture, sport, each own footprint
Lou Carnesecca, Dr. Ruth
Wheel of Fortune Chuck, sad truth
Quincy Jones – culture brass
James Jones - Darth Vader bass
Newhart Bob, satire most
One Phil Donahue, the host
Famous Amos, Maggie Smith,
Richard Simmons, workout wiz
Global flier Dick Rutan
Gossett Lou, of actors’ clan
Matthew Perry, Terry Garr
O.J. Simpson football star
Willie Mays of baseball fame
Y. Sinwar, mankind’s shame
Year’s drawing to a close
Parties, cheer and best clothes
Time for thought and time for fun
Merry Xmas, everyone!
December 15, 2024
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Inspired by Christian Schaffer’s YouTube travel videos
Rolling fogs and crashing waves
Add to memories one saves
Kissy breeze upon your face
Rumbling vibes, no home base
Raindrops on the pane’s glass
Colored clouds moving mass
Mesh of moss imperfect blotch
Tallest trees eternal watch
Morning coffee, sunrise rays
Distant mountains in haze
Wide blue sky is van’s marquee
Things unspoken, set them free
Introspection, open eyes
Thoughts exposed mighty wise
World’s unspoiled rare scenes
Walk that beach in torn blue jeans
Ashen peaks in silent chants
Winter wind incessant rants
Lakes of green reflecting light
Forest creaking through the night
Swaying grass, the rustling sound
Fair maidens' heart unbound
Places shown, not betrayed
Road, alone, unafraid
Charming smile reflecting lens
At the end it all makes sense
Watch, imbibe, accept and jaunt
Wanderlust is what you want
April 6, 2024
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Orange sunshine, purple clouds
At the seashore - restless crowds
Silver coin makes a splash
August month gone in a flash
March 13, 2025
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A long verse on an even longer subject
The eye of most everything is money
Their power over us is unsurpassed
Hey, got the dough? May call me “honey”
To get away, to buy me things, to have a blast
We name them greenbacks, moolah and bitcoin
The cash, the buck, the loot and also bread
The reason banks so often get purloined
Large stash imbeds wrong thinking into heads
“Dead presidents” release you from your chains
To set you free, grow wings upon your back
When you’re a jerk, they cause severe pains
To crash and burn, you lose it all, left bareback
The worry watching shares every hour
Or anguish how to live ‘till next paycheck
Those C-notes are true evil, pure power
And power makes us be on “call and beck”
Those dreamin’ find lottery’s quick-earning
Wins as reliable as finding pirates’ chest
Amass the fortune simpletons are yearning
The truth is so much harder to digest
Windfall upon the death of childless auntie
Dogfight in court when you’re not in will
Disparity between the castle vs. shanty
Betrayal and loyalty, extortion, hunger, kill
Your Porsche attracts the fairest of dames
Those wheels are telling story of “big shot”
The smell of money, like the smell of fame
Entice the gentler sex to aim for jackpot
The bigger home stands over endless pasture
Fine art assortment, private club and serfs
The bank account with a sense of rapture
And constant fight protecting own turf
Them dollars buy kids’ better education
Retirement and travel, faster cars
Pay debts of the entire nations
And one day shall propel the man to Mars
When you have money, it’s civilization
Knocks on your door and bearing iPhone
And not? Then poverty, stagnation
With struggle in the desperation zone
Corruption, greed, offshore secure storage
Kidnappings, ransoms, power grabs and war
Enriched divorcees, hopes dashed and forage
Bad neighborhoods are many towns’ sore
There ain’t anything around more divisive
Lend to your girl and quickly find out
To give is joy, collecting is derisive
She will be gone and you’re in full burn-out
Success and money tell their own story
The man is judged by what the man is worth
Above the law, above the purgatory
It’s true, the banks rule everything on Earth
Part of folklore, the fools are separated
From cash, the most evil root
“The money talks”, “time’s money” not debated
And "mattress money", hidden joyous loot
Most every earthling craves the easy money
They say the money aren’t ever free
Huge mystery, yet question ringing funny
What’s a beguiling, wanted “money tree”?
We all want some. Enough so we don’t care
How next invoice about to be paid
Small pleasures, shoes and clothes to wear
With future to be welcomed, not afraid
For hope or misery, sunshine or utter darkness
The money act as most sincere test
Reveal the world in very honest starkness
The spice of life by which we’re so obsessed
The old and new, seed money drive us forward
And keep economies on most even keel
The fuel of dreams, about moving onward
With sense of urgency and even bigger zeal
Be generous with those less secure
Give from the heart, and karma pays you back
As force of good, with money, to be sure
Be shining light on someone’s shaky track
There’s yet a thing to be explained, sonny
From your first breath to eerie graveyard
True love is unredeemed for money
For most else there is a Mastercard
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There are no bombs, nor guns ablaze
No killing fields or bloody sands
Yet world is driven into craze
From “sweet old home” to distant lands
Mosaic shattered on the wall
To shreds is ripped old gobelin
Oh why, but why we started brawl
The one we cannot ever win?
I want to think there was a cause
A noble path to richer life
Yet what has started with applause
Created very bitter strife
The tariff wars. Why on this watch?
We shall be paying for it all
The great intend is being botched
As wheels come screeching to a stall
Old broken ties, folks out of play
Long harvest comes with little corn
In time all heals, storm goes away
But leaves dismay, fatigue and scorn
Can’t act as bully among friends
And even less among the foes
“Put in your place” is how it ends
And often with a bloody nose
The shortage’s coming, doubt not
And price, sky-high. Which we OKayed
Big boys be fighting, with us caught
In vicious senseless trade blockade
I want a win for our side
And pot of gold at rainbow’s end
Must walk through anger, pain and snide
While tariff wars are global trend
April 28, 2025
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Inspired by the YouTube’s videos
I watch the aging actors’ faces
Part of my youth, of there and then
The ruthless time erases traces
To waypoint stops, us younger when
So pensive, humbling and revealing
The glory past and fame archived
Age catches up, ain’t no concealing
And none of it can be revived
Those shows - naïve, addicting, funny
Or maybe serious and sad
The days one hasn’t had much money
Yet better-looking, girl or lad
The stunning beauties, macho fellas
They shined so brightly on the screens
We watched them, feeling slightly jealous
Uncrowned princes, lords and queens
Time has no mercy, twisting faces
And gruesome copies all is left
It slowly goes through the paces
Keeps us uneasy and bereft
Why do the actors age so oddly?
Me? I’m the same as ever been
To perish thought, dismissing broadly
The glaring truth, which isn’t sin
We gaze, but what’s the image here?
Not them. It’s us, the way we were
If you’re a woman – shed a tear
If you’re a man – go feel a stir
November 2, 2024
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How was your year, folks out there
Feel thankful for what life bestows?
At dinner time say a prayer
For days of poetry and prose
Yam, turkey, cranberry and salad
Potatoes, cornbread, apple cake
The banquet worthy of a ballad
The smell of home, bread freshly baked
Three generations at the table
Enjoy great time and tasty meal
Thanksgiving Day of roundtable
Puts everything on even keel
Be grateful for the life you're living
Your health, your family and friends
What one receives and one is giving
This special day it all make sense
November 27, 2024
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