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Saturday, March 5, 2016
Wednesday, July 8, 2015
On the horizon the monster loomed
Tasting the sweet black gold.
A gasket broke
Before the monster finished
Causing it to lose its lunch
It tried to recover
But did a poor job.
Corners were cut to save money and time.
Oil and gas leaked from the borehole
The monster’s food came up along with gas and cement
Sending the beast to its watery grave
Black blobs of thick sludge
Spewed into the open gulf
Contaminating land and sea
Wreaking havoc on economies and ecosystems
For generations to come.
Monday, July 6, 2015
“Big Brother’s watching.”
The tinfoil man kept saying
“Beware of Big Brother.”
“Be careful of hat you say,”
“Be careful of what you do”
“Because he is watching”
“In each and every way.”
The Snowy man confirmed this
Through his five wise eyes
He published his reports
On the secrets of NSA.
Ate the info up
Spewed it over the public
Revealing cable treaties
All around the world.
“Don’t be silly,”
The boundary breaker said.
“There’s no such program.”
The Snowy man left for the Bear
Under espionage charges and theft accusations.
Sunday, July 5, 2015
A humble man from the City of Good Air
Lead his flock during the riots of December.
The second John Paul replaced his vestments with red.
When the Cooperator of Truth resigned
He was chosen to wear the Papal mitre.
Being the humble man
Being the man of God
Being a servant to the people
He rejected the palace of apostles
To live as a guest of God.
He rejected well embroidered vestments and robes
For simple attire.
He rejected the gold
For a fisher’s ring
To become the fisher of men
Preaching peace and love.
He redirected his church
With the shepheard’s crook
Bringing the lamb to focus on deeper issues.
Wednesday, July 1, 2015
A sigh of relief from some.
A time of rejoicing for others.
The rainbow people finally get their unions
Love is flowing now to more people than ever
Love for all ages.
The Great White Court handed down the decree
That the people of the rainbow flag
Get to show their love legally.
For a time they were allowed to date
But now, together and forever they can decide their fate.
Forget the rants
Forget fiery mad rhetoric
Forget the fire and brimstone preachers
Who moan and whine
Who scream and yell
From their burning pulpits in the front of the room
Because love is a beautiful thing
No matter who shows it,
No matter who knows it,
No matter where it comes from,
No matter how you receive it,
Let this love of one another forever ring.
Tuesday, June 30, 2015
After the world warmed
After Soviets faded into history
The Great White Bear of the North
Settled to her slumber.
The cubs left the den
Only one cub looked back.
Torn between its mother and new friends in the West
It growled and whimpered.
A Victor perched upon its head
Through deceitful means
Sparking the revolution of Orange.
When things settled the Victor urged the bear on.
“Go back,” the Victor said, “Mother’s calling.”
“Go back,” The Victor’s friends told him.
“Father Vlad is waiting.”
A Maidan sang her great distaste for the mother bear
Pulling the young cub Westward.
“We must move forward,” she said.
“To the West.”
The Victor did not like this.
Gathering the Easterners of the mother tongue
They pulled the cub by the fur
While the Maidan kicked and screamed
Into civil unrest
She occupied buildings
She called for the Victor’s resignation.
When the Victor lost control
He fell from his lofty perch.
Hearing commotions next door
Mother Bear awoke.
She saw her cub being pulled East and West
Then she took away a toe
Then old Vlad sent her to cross her son's borders
To help the Victor’s side.
Four blood moons
A solar eclipse
Siri opens the gates of Hell
Iran enriches its uranium
To use for power
Claiming it’s for peaceful purposes
The man who broke the racial boundaries
Suspects they are growing mushrooms
ISIS spreads its rhizomatic roots of radicalism
Out of Syria
Burning the ancient books
Taking control of ancient buildings
Calling across the globe
To millions of disenfranchised youth;
Young people swayed by pleasant propaganda
Answering the call to radicalism.