I once had a skillet that did me fine,
'Til a hag came along and blew my
mind;
She took my skillet and hid it from
me,
And to this day I stay ever hungry.
Jun 5, 2022
Jun 5, 2022 at 8:13 AM UTC
Judas Iscariot
Bought himself a chariot;
He said, "I'm goin' to Jerusalem
To buy me some chewin' gum!"
But when he got there,
All he could find was Jesus's stare;
So he said to his self sunny,
"I'm gonna make some money
Off that guy's face so funny."
So he went to where the guards lived,
And they talked 'round, e'en quipped!
Till finally, one of them said,
"Well, where is this 'Jesus' who can
make body from bread?"
"For thirty pieces of silver I'll show
you where!"
Judas said to them as he put in them a
scare,
But they paid him off, and he
pronounced,
"Let's get Christ!" and off they
bounced.
In the garden Jesus was praying;
"There he is!" Judas was saying;
"So, you fulfilled your betrayal,"
Jesus said to Judas upon their arrival;
Judas just kissed Him (of all things),
and looked away;
Uttered to himself in his uniquely
inimitable, inimical way,
"Now! this is what I call 'a good day's
pay!'"
Later, Iscariot
Drove his chariot
To a place not too well known,
And realizing the deed he had done,
He took his own life: he became none.
* * * *
So now, one and all, the moral of this
story,
Should it ever be told,
Is: Don't bask in the glory
Of ill-gotten gold!
The End
May 14, 2022
May 14, 2022 at 9:55 AM UTC
Folks, I want to tell you a story
About some brave men, men who gave
their lives
For the cause of Freedom, men who
left wives
And children, so that people like you
and me
Could breathe air rich with the glory
Of human sacrifice given for their
fellow
Man: --- Folks, the story of the Alamo!
In Eighteen hundred and Thirty-
six,
In San Antonio, Texas,
A hundred and eighty-some-odd men,
In late winter of that year, would try
to fend
Off some four thousand Mexican
troops
At an old, former Catholic church
called the Alamo.
Headed by the shrimp, Generalissimo
Santa Anna, the Mexicans, camped in
groups
Around the makeshift fortress, were
determined
To capture it, and it concerned them
Not whether the takeo'er was done
thru surrender
Or destruction. The Texans would
defender her,
Howe'er, down to the very last man,
And it would be the Alamo's last stand.
---
The cause of the battle may be
stated briefly
For it was a reason as old as
Humanity:
A tyrant declares the freedoms of old
are abolished
And his new powers must be
acknowledged:
The Constitution of Eighteen twenty-
four
Was swept away and replaced with a
dictator sore:
The men of the Alamo then showed
their defiance,
With God and Right for their Reliance.
---
Now, tho the situation was
hopeless,
And the Alamo was certain to fall,
Three fiercely independent men
would stand tall,
And lead the defenders, and with a
boldness
Hardly equaled in the annals of
Human History,
They all valorously engaged the
hateful enemy.
Jim Bowie was there, knife and all,
Leading a rag-tag band of volunteers,
And tho he was sickly, bedrid, too, his
peers
Would stand by him and come
running to his call.
Davy Crockett, a legend in his own
time,
From Tennessee he came to fight
alongside
The Texan Revolutionaries,
And become one of Law and Order's
luminaries.
William Travis, at age twenty-six,
he
Was the young colonel, who, with the
fateful breath
Of courage, laid down the sentiment
tingly
Of all those Patriots with the fearless
words, "Victory or Death!"
Now, come Sunday, the Sixth of
March, ere dawn,
In ice-cold weather, the hell-bent foe,
Prodded by a pulsating but fruitless
siege
That caused not one of those gallants
to cringe,
Launched a mindless, all-out assault
on the Alamo.
With cannons and rifles flaring, with
swords drawn,
Heroically, the men inside the battered
mission
Were putting scores of Mexicans out of
commission
As they greeted the tumultuous
onslaught.
O! the bloodletting that was spilt as
they fought!
The tidal wave of red uniforms scaling
The walls and being pushed back! --
Failing! -- Failing! --
But then succeeding! as their great
numbers
O'ercame the valiant but
undermanned resistance.
Like an army of ants, the prodigious,
pernicious persistence
Of the Mexicans paid off, as the
Alamo's cumbers
They poured o'er. Hand-to-hand
combat ensued,
Until every single Texan stalwart was
pursued,
And kilt! For ninety minutes, the Earth
shook
On her axis, as the early mornin' Sun
would brook
No interference of his sharp gaze
That on the momentous event he sent
his rays
Faithful upon for want of deserved
praise.
The end had finally come: all the
Texan
Warriors had died at the hands of the
Mexican
Hostiles, but they did not perish
In vain! for, a deathblow was
administered
On the abhorrent adversary --
considered
One of the most repugnantly feverish
Armies e'er assembled -- in a
Samsonian form,
For, for each Texan who the Jordan
crossed and the Gates of Trust
Passed through, eight Mexicans bit the
dust: ---
The Alamo fell, 'tis true, but Texas was
born!
Now, my friends, no story about the
Alamo would be complete
If the battle of the following month
'twern't
Included: At the San Jacinto,
The Mexicans were taking a siesta,
When the Texan Army, under the
tactical sheet
Of surprise, stormed them, and what
that resting outfit heard,
Besides the fire of arms, was a war cry,
cried
Louder and more powerful than that
rising, sleepy-eyed
Belligerent could have e'er dreamed
of, for --- lo! ---
It 'twere the God-like war cry of ... ----
"Remember the Alamo!"
---rmjt
Jan 30, 2022
Jan 30, 2022 at 8:49 PM UTC
go to the window
to see the meadow
and there ought to be
a big live oak tree
right there in the middle.
it's a kind that doesn't meddle
in other trees' affairs
and its branches and leaves it wears
stately and proudly.
a small creek loudly
proclaims the tree's dignity
as it passes close by.
this oak tree has a storied past
and its hallowed history will forever
last.
Dec 25, 2020
Dec 25, 2020 at 12:34 PM UTC
The cop
traded in his Glock
for a clock
right there on the spot;
And then sailed
to Jobaloongma
in the South Pacific-a
where he was immediately jailed
For not having a valid passport.
He pled his case,
and the judge had a sympathetic
face,
and dismissed the court.
He then built a bungalow
and let his beard grow,
went sailing to and fro,
and made Jobaloongma his permanent
home.
Oct 23, 2020
Oct 23, 2020 at 5:57 PM UTC
Long hair flowin';
Marijuana smokin';
"Peace!" declarin';
Colorful clothes wearin';
Guitars strummin';
Rides thumbin';
"Flower children" bein';
Social bridges buildin';
In communes livin';
Thoughts on love givin';
The land travelin';
The older generation's perfidy bravin';
These were the hippies
Of the Sixties,
An extinct type
Of people for whose emergence the
time was ripe;
Who "the Establishment" defied
And a new society contrived.
May 28, 2020
May 28, 2020 at 10:12 PM UTC
The sky is like a feline
All girly and sublime
Yet one questions if
It hasn't lost its time
The heavens being yellow and green
On days when no one can be seen
Tend to make a robin sing
After stealing food like a fiend
But the kites soar high
Undaunted by the flight
Of beasts of prey or airplane's cripe
And one ponders if the string holds tight
The clouds receive the day's adventurers
Resting under the stars beyond all numbers
The people below are slow to slumber
As a pretty girl looks up in wonder
May 22, 2020
May 22, 2020 at 8:29 AM UTC
Though thy fiery wit doth burn my
heart,
Lest we should ne'er meet and e'er be
apart,
Let thy tongue red pound me to the
pavement,
And thy true-bred words be to be
grave meant; ---
For, to blindly love without e'er seeing,
Is like being cut and yet ne'er
bleeding:
Logic it defies, and reason as well,
Causes the mind in confoundment to
swell.
So let it be our lot to be content
With each other's malice, spite, and
torment;
To speak our needs to each other's
deaf ears,
And then watch to the sword lay bear
our cares.
'Twere better this way our shared
lives to live
Than die in the hope and love we
ne'er give.
Apr 4, 2020
Apr 4, 2020 at 7:42 PM UTC
What art thou?
For, I am a noun!
Where art thou going?
For, I am going to Wyoming!
Why do you always say "for"?
For, it is the correct way to speak! for,
If I did not say "for," I would be a bore!
Yes, but, it makes me very sore,
And it's something I can't endure,
To hear you always repeat the word "for".
Well, I'm sorry for that, for, I
Mean you no harm, but, I must speak my mind,
Or, I should consider myself some kind
Of a nut! for living a lie!
For, I am an honest man of honest intent,
And, I must admit,
I enjoy! using the word "for," for, "for's" sound
Is quite profound,
And, what's more, "for"
Has a tendency to open many a closed door!
Mar 29, 2020
Mar 29, 2020 at 10:09 PM UTC
Which way, sir, is it to insanity?
Have you even the slightest vanity?
Myself, methinks it's when the cuckoo clock
Strikes twelve on the dot, and the mental block
That you once had melts down to a blank care,
And on the tube's the nimble Fred Astaire
Dancing on the ceiling. Now of course I
May be wrong, and this I will not deny,
But if every picture tells a story
And is worth a thousand words, then glory
Be! I'm probably right smack on target!
So the next time you head for the market,
You remember these few choice words of mine;
They just might help you clear your cluttered mind!
Mar 24, 2020
Mar 24, 2020 at 10:59 PM UTC