Lettuce hear a sorry tale
Of something better than a little kale
Steal a billion dollars here and there
With crypto crime, nothing's fair
A hundred years in the slammer
Makes a vegetarian want to yammer
Give me salad! Ignore my lies!
How can I live on burger and fries?!
It's really not fair, they give me no peas
Not even a carrot, for my not guilty pleas!
It's my girlfriend's fault, it's not mine
How will I survive on prison wine?
I never understood wind.
You know, I know
windmills very much.
I have studied it
better than anybody
else. It’s very expensive.
They are made in China
and Germany mostly.
—Very few made here, almost none,
but they are manufactured, tremendous
—if you are into this—
tremendous fumes. Gases are
spewing into the atmosphere. You know
we have a world
right?
~ D. #Trump
12/21/2019 #poem#poetry#triggerwarning
Where oh where are you USB drive?
Where are you hiding, are you even alive?
I know you're hiding somewhere,
Maybe under my chair?
Did you go through the wash in a pocket?
I swear, you must have left for the moon on a rocket!
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Short #poem thread (all mine, some old) for the end of the year:
My counsellor sent me an article that said:
“Remembering is not recovering.”
And impatient as I often am—keen to be on the other side of suffering—
those words gave me pause
and space to breathe.
A glimpse of peace from the chaos that had swallowed me.
For the work we do to heal our hearts
is measured in skills, not time.
Ich bin nicht hier zu bleiben, nicht in diesem Leben hier,
Ein Wanderer in der Nacht, ein Schatten ohne Zier.
So zieh' ich durch die Dunkelheit, auf der Suche nach dem Licht,
Ein Engel ohne Heimat, im endlosen Gedicht.
One of those 'WOW!' moments. One of my haiku has just been published in the Autumn 2023 edition of 'The Wales Haiku Journal'. (cf p 53). The whole magazine can be read and downloaded for free via this link: 👇🏽
So my muse dropped by on the off chance I was in the mood to write!
This is for my dear friend & gaming companion @PlaystationPixy
PIXY’S CYNS
She wanders lonely thru the night, to a secret venue to continue the fight.
Against the foes that try to blight, the joy of living , the pleasure of life.
Homeward bound to find her soul companion, chocolate brown,faithful, but no Dalmatian.
Arwen , named for evenstar , awaits her mistress , guards her heart , n’er wishing to be far apart!
Once home she steps once more upon ,the road so long that she is on.
Ten thousand daily would be the norm, twenty or thirty is nearer to her determined form!
She & Arwen bravely go, to sniff those sniffs that others miss, harnessing lights shining in the mist!
Home again , fed , watered & replete, our Pixy moves to other worlds, far away yet no less complete!
There she finds companions dear, bushy of tail , long of ear !
The Squirrel & the Pixy roam planets strange, some are local , some out of range!
Rescue missions, new creatures to find, strange foods to cook & then on them dine!
Anomalies help to guide their way , portals help black holes to find.
All too soon their time is over , Pixy Cyns catch up in super nova , exhaustion exploding forcing sheep to sleep upon the sofa.
Squirrels leave , their regret reaches far, almost to Nova Scotia!
Fear not friend Squirrel , our Pixy says , a new day will dawn to enemies foil!
Human hearts will endure, to share the spoils!
April is #NationalPoetryMonth. I love many poems but "Kaddish" by #AllenGinsberg is one of my very favorites. So many incredible lines, like this one: "There, rest. No more suffering for you. I know where you’ve gone, it’s good."
Putting my faith in the HRRR
Tells me it's okay to drive the car
Down to the airport at a godawful hour
Maybe listen to LAX tower
The river of water coming from the sky
Will be drawing nigh
But the computer models say
It'll be okay
Better to beat the storm back home I say
Than wade through flash floods during the day
I do say though wish me luck
Because the drive to LAX really does suck