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Hey Putin, what can I do?!: A poem
Hey Putin, what can I do? Trump is not listening; I am without one shoe! I am God, who does not cry; but am I to rue? I can’t figure out if that bodygrabber PSP wants bathroom or loo, or all else too! I can’t keep being patient with his treachery! Are all my wisdom and resilience facing butchery? It is getting too lateContinue reading “Hey Putin, what can I do?!: A poem “
Jack Smith, you are so nice!: A poem
Jack Smith, you are so very nice! But my pseudonym, Jack, doesn’t suit your ice And does the name Smith suit your bite Poor Joe Biden, too, wouldn’t believe in your insight! Who is that much-beleaguered shining knight that you are all so obsessed with, to deface his might? May you all, by the wickedness, be proven right! I know the loyalty of sincere dogs, in the US, hasContinue reading “Jack Smith, you are so nice!: A poem “
Hey charming Jim Chalmers! Please oust that Anthony Albanese! Otherwise, I’ll never forgive the Labor Party!
WordPress, you are not my enemy; I look upon you as my friend. It is only because I am perennially blindfolded, that, sometimes, my instincts can go wrong!
Trump is my friend and so is Putin. But not Albanese or Prakash Saint Paul. Who is permitting Volodmyr Zelensky to win the war? They who abandoned you, Mercury, for greed, selfishness and all! Mercury have you heard my help-seeking call? Or do you want my wrath, on you, to befall
Hey Trump! Sorry, I didn’t mean to undermine or demean you: A poem
Someone just called me a bloody pimp! I swear by the Sun that I hurt so much, and not from mere pimples! My magic was being hijacked; and my mirror was like a windscreen that cracked There were too many sinkholes forming from the transformers’ relentless whacks I just feel that me, sacred, has been defiled by the whoring about Continue reading “Hey Trump! Sorry, I didn’t mean to undermine or demean you: A poem “
The feeling of immobility and diminution…can it be strength?: A poem
You know, I live alone and barely mobile in a suburb that is so busy and active, just like a city! But its shopwindows don’t get my sympathy I know who I am, so I live by necessity My immigrant feet lived youth in my native land It was only when I was past forty that I moved, understand? Continue reading “The feeling of immobility and diminution…can it be strength?: A poem “
I do it best, when I do nothing at all: A poem
To walk in the haloed streets of recall To talk to strange angels over the wall To drink sweet nectar from an empty cup The wisdom of words written and rubbed (out) To cook more rhyme than reason on the fire To make logic of needs, not ensnaring desire To open the window, at night, toContinue reading “I do it best, when I do nothing at all: A poem “