February - The Love Month #2

I love poetry. Shameless hot love. I found the Poetry Foundation. 

I went there hunting poems about Love. This poem was listed under Funny Love Poems. The poem comes from the book Bar Napkin Sonnets. 

I have lived this and I ain't laughing. Poem so good it hurts. I am remembering, lusting after and loving all and everyone who was there. I love them now. Even those who do not talk to me anymore.

Bar Napkin Sonnet #11

Things happen when you drink too much mescal.
One night, with not enough food in my belly,
he kept on buying. I'm a girl who'll fall
damn near in love with gratitude and, well, he
was hot and generous and so the least
that I could do was let him kiss me, hard
and soft and any way you want it, beast
and beauty, lime and salt—sweet Bacchus' pards—
and when his friend showed up I felt so warm
and generous I let him kiss me too.
His buddy asked me if it was the worm
inside that makes me do the things I do.
I wasn't sure which worm he meant, the one
I ate? The one that eats at me alone?

by Moira Egan

February - the Love Month #1

since you’ve been gone

since you’ve been gone, I’ve been alone.
like an arm without a bone.
dangling limply like a phone that’s out of charge.
like homer without marge.
like an egg without a spoon.
like a dugong on the moon.
like a clownfish without nemo.
like twilight without emo.
like hardy without laurel.
like high ground without the moral.
like disney without walt.
like battery without assault.
like a pet shop without gerbils.
like hitler without goebbels.
like a dilemma without the di,
just a lemma and a sigh.
like déjà without vu,
I am nothing without you.
till the day that you come back,
I’m like whitney without crack.

- Bill Bailey (via acupofpoetry)

The Dream

"Our only hope today lies in our ability to recapture the revolutionary spirit and go out into a sometimes hostile world declaring eternal hostility to poverty, racism, and militarism." - Martin Luther King

Countee Cullen is a giant of an American poet. I dream America free of bigotry of the killing kind - so exquisitely expressed in Cullen's poem.

Countee Cullen

INCIDENT

Once riding in old Baltimore,
Heart-filled, head-filled with glee,
I saw a Baltimorean
Keep looking straight at me.

Now I was eight and very small,
And he was no whit bigger,
And so I smiled, but he poked out
His tongue, and called me, 'Nigger.'

I saw the whole of Baltimore
From May until December;
Of all the things that happened there
That's all that I remember.

Rest in Peace Martin Luther King Jr. The struggle continues.

Lyrics to Lift Every Voice and Sing written by another poet of the Harlem Renaissance James Weldon Johnson. Composer is J. Rosamond Johnson. History of the Harlem Renaissance and its Poets HERE. 

Lyrics:

Lift ev'ry voice and sing,
'Til earth and heaven ring,
Ring with the harmonies of Liberty;

Let our rejoicing rise
High as the list'ning skies,
Let it resound loud as the rolling sea.
Sing a song full of the faith that the dark past has taught us,
Sing a song full of the hope that the present has brought us;
Facing the rising sun of our new day begun,
Let us march on 'til victory is won.

Stony the road we trod,
Bitter the chastening rod,
Felt in the days when hope unborn had died;
Yet with a steady beat,
Have not our weary feet
Come to the place for which our fathers sighed?

We have come over a way that with tears has been watered,
We have come, treading our path through the blood of the slaughtered,
Out from the gloomy past,
'Til now we stand at last
Where the gleam of our bright star is cast.

God of our weary years,
God of our silent tears,
Thou who has brought us thus far on the way;
Thou who has by Thy might
Led us into the light,
Keep us forever in the path, we pray.

Lest our feet stray from the places, our God, where we met Thee,
Lest, our hearts drunk with the wine of the world, we forget Thee;
Shadowed beneath Thy hand,
May we forever stand,
True to our God,
True to our native land.

Veni, vidi, vice. - Julius Caesar

Graphic by Buddy McCue.

I studied two semesters of Latin in High School. This is the only sentence in Latin I know beyond the Latin Mass. It translates I came, I saw, I conquered.

I have been absent and this is the first time I have been able to think anything at all much less write anything. I am grumpy. I did not much like John McCain when he was alive. I see no reason to like him now that he is dead. Rest in Peace.

I am thinking about War. We were lied into the Iraq War. Saddam with WMD was an outright utilitarian lie. Democrats under Obama should not have 'moved on' for the 'good of the country.' Torture is a war crime. Bush and Cheyney need to stand trial. Not doing anything about it was cowardly and accelerated our current contempt at all levels for 'facts' and the rule of law. Our biggest problem now is rampant corruption. I like the way the Bible puts it. 

Galatians 6:7
Be not deceived; God is not mocked: for whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap.

So let us talk about war heros like Julius Caesar. And The USA waging war somewhere on the globe for a moment.

We have not won any wars. We are currently at war all over the globe. It is all the same war. We have been in continuous war for more than 30 years now.

This approach to diplomacy is making us poor and the 1% rich and killing innocent people. We are a global bully and the chickens are coming home to roost.

Bush and Republican policy created the last fiscal disaster. A taxcut for the Corpos and 1% while in a war is the perfect recipe for fiscal disaster. And that is what they did to us and have just done again.

On a lighter note, the corn and cantaloupes seem especially yummy right now. One day, we will eat the Rich and the Corpos. They will leave us no other choice.

Josh Hawley and Friends - OMG GOP WTF?

"If you want to get rich from writing, write the sort of thing that's read by people who move their lips when they're reading to themselves." – Don Marquis

White Power Salute at the Capitol

I am political. Josh Hawley is trashing MY STATE and he does not live here. He participated in an insurrection in order to install an unelected and totally rejected Donald Trump. Evidence above. Josh Hawley is an over educated underspanked elite douchebag.  

He has friends among the Conservative. Mike Lee is a social climbing oleaginous schmuck. He is one of those not conservative at all Conservatives. With a bad haircut. Skeeves me. Even he was intelligent enough to avoid the fray. Too bad because he is one of the worst of the 'conservative' gang. The stupid Kochs are going 'Gee golly willikers, maybe we made a mistake.' Makes me want to stab people. I apologize to my Lady Shrink for this post. But I digress. 

I vote at a Black VFW club. Or I did before the pandemic made social distancing necessary. Two voting machines in the back of an old Victorian bar. In 2016, I wrote in Elizabeth Warren. I just walk around the block. Poll workers are my neighbors and friends. All elderly and middle aged Black Veterans. They close the bar during voting. Hawley is trashing my friends and our State system.

Hawley is the kind of authoritarian psychopath that invaded the Capitol. I want to rip his tits off. I need the PERP WALK. So Bubba, Tyrone, Hector and Hamza can rip his tits off. I am old or I would do it myself. Fuck you FBI. I knew the Magat Insurrection was going to happen. What is your problem? 

Hawley is the smart Trump. The anti Christ for real. And there is at least one more of him being recruited. This other NEWtrump competition is blonde and devastatingly handsome but not as smart as Hawley. Cannot remember his name, but I got his and his backer's game. Might be time to resurrect this Play. Frank Zappa grokked in fullness. See Music below:

Salmagundi of Elite Douchebags and a Wonder Woman Poem

I praise Stacey Abrams.
Oh yes I do-ooh.
I heart you Stacey.
You turned Georgia Blue-ooh.
You keep winning. You do.
Oh Stacey you do YOU.
Selah.

Tomorrow is Right Wing Protest Day. And the media is whipping up excitement.  I think I will have an orgasm of schadenfreude watching Corpos and Republicans and Right Wingers suffer. Galations 6:7. 

Trump tormented Raffensberger into anxious desperation. What do anxious tormented Republicans like Raffy do when anxious and tormented into a corner? Their last desperate stand? They tell the truth. Their 'mace' becomes fact. 

And now as the gunnies and trumpistas gather tomorrow, as they threaten civil war, stupide Kochs are going 'Gee maybe we made a mistake.' I do not know whether to laugh or cry.

Rebel Josh Hawley is an over educated underspanked elite douchebag. I was going "Hawley who?" So I listened to a tape of him talking about his 'rebellion.' He is going to challenge my State's election results. I know how our system works in PA and Philly. I vote here. I want to rip his tits off.

I am going to contrast and compare the state of DC infrastructure after a 'protest' by right wingers. I am really looking forward to this. What is the popo going to do? Is TrumpUS going to call out the teargas, rubber bullets, a general and a bible during the festivities? Is a teen Jesusgunner with a big gun going to shoot a proudboy for us? 

I have been so frightened. I am beyond that now. I am LMAO. Helter Skelter Bunky. Has Manson been right all along? aardunza has kindly added to our playlist. You have a song you think appropriate? The comments are yours, Cher.