There always have been wacky people
Looking for an eager ear
To listen to their way-out theories.
Move over, wackos: QAnon's here.

So you thought flat-earthers were crazy
Who have no shame in taking a risk
In saying that the shape of the earth
Resembles NOT a sphere but a disc.

QAnon is way out there.
Conspiracy theories are their lot:
Like ***-trafficking Satan-worshiping
Pedophiles in a government plot.

That Trump was chosen to save us all
Is part of the total insanity--
As though the man hasn't done more
To hurt--not help--humanity.

Desperate people use desperate measures.
Trump called a QAnon member a "star."
(When it comes to overall standards,
He knows how to lower the bar.)

It's hard to imagine how QAnon
Theories could generate such an appeal.
For people to be so out of touch
With reality is a scary deal.

-by Bob B (8-22-20)

i envision a unity
of information
a seamless integration
of human creativity
and technology

imagine the whirls
and hums
of data being processed
transferred
syncing, streaming, downloading
packet up all this information
and crash it around the world
throw it around
for the sake of
human knowledge
free and open

please alert me
   to a HIGH balance

alert me to the grapes
   ripening on the vine

alert me
  to the sun shining

alert me
   to some ******* glorious news

Words are music
without rhyme nor reason
put into perspective
are like the changing
of the season..
Reading is an art
that sometimes gets lost
But writing is a calling
that comes with heavy cost
It reminds me, sometimes,
of the carrying of the Cross.

To all those neighbors who talk about,
keep inside you, all your doubt
don't make me the subject and yourself judge.
I heard enough and it's too much.

Yes, I'm 30 and still single,
My heart get broken and now don't feel the tingle.
I am unemployed, working nowhere,
It's hard already and tough to bear.

I am trying yes I do,
I don't need judgments especially from you.
I am glad you got your daughter married.
I, imagine her life being unvaried.

Congratulations, on your son's promotion.
Surely god blessed your devotion.
he must have no time to follow his heart.
maybe he becoming more introvert.

whatever it is, they chose for themselves.
they made their peace in one way or else.
I didn't choose this for me, still m trying.
the day isn't far when you see me flying.

the two men shared a
kindred connection
though each one was very
different in perception  

they both had a love
for water colour painting
oft they'd sit at an
easel's acquainting  

one of the artists being
a most evil man
whilst the other artist
showed a far gentler pan

yet an abiding affection
of visual art
tied them together
and not apart