Dear Honorable Senator Harry Reid

March 14th, 2010

We know the “almighty” Power Brokers
could not get away by shooting a senator
some of us also know about the secret
government
work being done
in Sedona, Arizona
known as “mind control”
a living breathing sci fi nightmare
taking control of another’s human mind
fairly easy in minds controlled by alcohol
and other stuff i don’t know about
but i know “they” have been at it
too many years.

To you, honorable sir, i say
i hope you will retire with honors
and give and spare time to children
of the now and of the future
while
it is true
you can not be replaced
(no one really can)
…i believe you are aware
there are many great, compassionate souls
who will someday pick up where you leave off
when you do…i’m not saying you should leave
i’m saying you deserve, greatly,
retirement benefits, the very best of those benefits
are time with your loved ones
(i speak as a 10 year retired R.N.).

My hopes/wishes and prayers
for you and your family
are as true and strong as I can give them.

Thanks and praises.

“Was the suicide painless,” he asked.

March 10th, 2010

it it we re a suicide
and yer talkin’ to me
“how did you die?”
or do you believe in
ghost talkin?

is love stronger than death?

no, i don’t want to die
but if you and yours
only had rocks and stones
and we had the worst powerful weapons
what would you do to stay alive?

what is the next line

what can burn eternally without burning up?

March 8th, 2010

What known physical matter

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“No one comes to the father except thru me.”

holy rollers and born again
high rollers and hedging bets

how did you begin to believe
being “born again”
means every sin you have committed
and also future sins
do not require atonement
cause a human died for all sins of all time
and the only requirement is
“Accept Jesus as your savior.”
never even thinking to sort it all out
for your very own self
having been told in your very own Bible
“There will be false prophets.”
While your preachers pound thee dais
spewing Armageddon and angry God
to keep you fearful of lifting up your heads
Having been trapped in Christian dogma
and feeling something did not add up
which is to say
been there done that
but that is My history over and done.

There is one aspect of God you’all are denying
tell me, if you can think about it…

What known physical matter
can burn eternally without burning up?
None.
Perhaps hell is of the mind
full of chattering monkeys
that heard and heeded false prophets/scribes
who took the image “The Tree of Life”
changed it into an apple tree
and they Must Not Eat from The Tree of Knowledge
sometimes referred to as the Apple of Sexual Knowing.
How’s it going?
“Chatter, chatter.”
Peace pass the peas please.

President Obama: Replace Rahm with Me …an open letter from Michael Moore

March 7th, 2010

Friday, March 5th, 2010

Dear President Obama,

I understand you may be looking to replace Rahm Emanuel as your chief of staff.

I would like to humbly offer myself, yours truly, as his replacement.

I will come to D.C. and clean up the mess that’s been created around you. I will work for $1 a year. I will help the Dems on Capitol Hill find their spines and I will teach them how to nonviolently beat the Republicans to a pulp.

And I will help you get done what the American people sent you there to do. I don’t need much, just a cot in the White House basement will do.

Now, don’t get too giddy with excitement over my offer, because you and I are going to be up at 5 in the morning, 7 days a week and I am going to get you pumped up for battle every single day. Each morning you and I will do 100 jumping jacks and you will repeat after me:

“THE AMERICAN PEOPLE ELECTED ME, NOT THE REPUBLICANS, TO RUN THE COUNTRY! I AM IN CHARGE! I WILL ORDER ALL OBSTRUCTIONISTS OUTTA MY WAY! IF THE AMERICAN PEOPLE DON’T LIKE WHAT I’M DOING THEY CAN THROW MY ASS OUT IN 2012. IN THE MEANTIME, I CALL THE SHOTS ON THEIR BEHALF! NOW, CONGRESS, DROP AND GIVE ME 50!!”

Then we will put on our jogging sweats and run up to Capitol Hill. We will take names, kick butts, and then take some more names. If we have to give a few noogies or half-nelson’s, then so be it. In our pockets we will have a piece of paper to show the pansy Dems just how much they won by in 2008 — and the poll results that show the majority of Americans oppose the Afghanistan and Iraq wars and want the bankers punished. Like drill sergeants, we will get right up in their faces and ask them, “WHAT PART OF THE PUBLIC MANDATE DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND, SOLDIER?!! DROP AND GIVE ME 50!”

I know this is the job Rahm Emanuel was supposed to be doing.

Now, don’t get me wrong. I have always admired Rahm Emanuel (if you don’t count his getting NAFTA pushed through Congress in the ’90s which destroyed towns like Flint, Michigan. I know, picky-picky.). He is what we needed for a long time — a no-apologies, take-no-prisoners fighting machine. Someone who is not afraid to get his hands dirty and pound the right wing into submission. Far from being the foul-mouthed bully he has been portrayed as, Rahm is the one who BEAT UP the bullies to protect us from them.

That’s certainly what he did in 2006. After six long, miserable years of the middle-class getting slaughtered and the poor being flushed down the toilet, Rahm Emanuel took on the job of returning Congress to the Democrats. No one believed it could be done.

But he did it. Big time. He put the fear of God into the party of Rush and Newt. They had never been so scared. More importantly, though, he instilled a sense of hope in the Democrats that they could actually score the mother of all hat tricks in 2008 — and with you, an African American no less, in the pole position!

It worked. The Darkness ended. The vast majority of nation wept with joy on the night of the election (those who weren’t weeping went out and bought a record number of guns and ammo). Unlike the last president, you didn’t “win” by 537 votes in Florida (although Gore won the popular vote by a half-million), you beat McCain nationally by 9,522,083 votes! The House Democrats got a walloping 79-vote margin. The Senate Dems would caucus with a supermajority of 60 votes unheard of in over 30 years. The wars would now end. America would have universal health care. Wall Street and the banks would, at the very least, be reined in. Hardworking citizens would not be thrown out of their homes. It was supposed to be the dawning of a new age.

But the Republicans were not going to go quietly into the night. You see, instead of having just one Rahm Emanuel, they are ALL Rahm Emanuels. That’s why they usually win. Unlike most Democrats, they are relentless and unstoppable. When they believe in something (which is usually themselves and the K Street job they hope to be rewarded with someday), they’ll fight for it till the death. They are loyal to a fault to each other (they were never able to denounce Bush, even though they knew he was destroying the party). They dig their heels in deep no matter what. If you exiled them to a lone chunk of melting polar ice cap, they would keep insisting that it was just a normal “January thaw,” even as the frigid Arctic waters rose above their God-fearing necks (”See what I mean — this water is COLD! What ‘global *warming*’?! Adam and Eve rode dinos…aagghh!!… gulp gulp gulp”).

We thought we were all done with this craziness, but we were mistaken. Like a beast that you just can’t cage, the Republicans convinced not only the media, but YOU and your fellow Dems, that 59 votes was a *minority*! Precious time was lost trying to reach a “consensus” and trying to be “bipartisan.”

Well, you and the Democrats have been in charge now for over a year and not one banking regulation has been reinstated. We don’t have universal health care. The war in Afghanistan has escalated. And tens of thousands of Americans continue to lose their jobs and be thrown out of their homes. For most of us, it’s just simply no longer good enough that Bush is gone. Woo hoo. Bush is gone. Yippee. That hasn’t created one new friggin’ job.

You’re such a good guy, Mr. President. You came to Washington with your hand extended to the Republicans and they just chopped it off. You wanted to be respectful and they decided that they were going to say “no” to everything you suggested. Yet, you kept on saying you still believed in bipartisanship.

Well, if you really want bipartisanship, just go ahead and let the Republicans win in November. Then you’ll get all the bipartisanship you want.

Let me be clear about one thing: The Democrats on Election Day 2010 are going to get an ass-whoopin’ of biblical proportions if things don’t change right now. And after the new Republican majority takes over, they, along with a few conservative Democrats in Congress, will get to bipartisanly impeach you for being a socialist and a citizen of Kenya. How nice to see both sides of the aisle working together again!

And the brief window we had to fix this country will be gone.

Gone.

Gone, baby, gone.

I don’t know what your team has been up to, but they haven’t served you well. And Rahm, poor Rahm, has turned into a fighter — not of Republicans, but of the left. He called those of us who want universal health care “f***ing retarded.” Look, I don’t know if Rahm is the problem or if it’s Gibbs or Axelrod or any of the other great people we owe a debt of thanks to for getting you elected. All I know is that whatever is fueling your White House it’s now running on fumes. Time to shake things up! Time to bring me in to get you pumped up every morning! Go Barack! Yay Obama! Fight, Team, Fight!

I’m packed and ready to come to D.C. tomorrow. If it helps, you won’t really be losing Rahm entirely because I’ll be bringing his brother with me — my agent, Ari Emanuel. Man, you should see HIM negotiate a deal! Have you ever wanted to see Mitch McConnell walking around Capitol Hill carrying his own head in his hands after it’s just been handed to him by the infamous Ari? Oh, baby, it won’t be pretty — but boy will it be sweet!

What say you, Barack? Me and you against the world! Yes we can! It’ll be fun — and we may just get something done. Whaddaya got to lose? Hope?

Retardedly yours,
Michael Moore

the King is Dead steven Colbert

March 3rd, 2010

(,,)

the King is Dead steven Colbert
you can not replace him
not even may you be for me
a house cleaner of whom i need
being oxygen deprived as i am

don’t come to me again
in my dreams un bidden
on a bicycle like my first
admirer came

where did you lose your senses
of decency and causes
joining the throngs in the coliseum
built where all the homeless lived
in their make-shift shelters
I TOLD YOU, YOU DID NOT CARE
did NOT want to know/hear
the cries, protestations of the poor

now the shouting is over
the homeless’ home now the home
of glitter and glitz of
Oh, the so proud Vancouver
as you become more egomanical
“Obama, he called my name,
twice”

Olympics
they are thrilling
to watch or partake in
TELL ME WHY
god in heaven (if You are there)
why the collusion are ALWAYS built
in the land of the downtrodden
more than an excuse to chase them further
from the view of the “clean”

take your little pants and Big pockets
to the cleaners, little steven,
maybe they can iron you a new soul.

do i sound bitter? not.
only short on oxygen

bye bye birdie.

they are watching so are we

February 27th, 2010

how many are still lovers?
how many still fighters?

on top of ol’ Smokey
a zillion years ago
i lost my true lover
from fighting sooooooo

where ever you hover
look down below
did U get there alone
or were you sometimes held up.

o Earth Angels
how you suffer for your sanity
inside your dancing shoes
of beautiful feet
all cultures fear too much

momma Angels
poppa Angels
come on now

Let’s get together…somehhow.

Anger begets fear
Fear begets hate

“Common People,
lets get together
right now. ? ! , : ”

When Is Legal Moral and When Is It Not?

February 26th, 2010

the Mark
paid his dues and lived his dreams

then

SWAT!!!
BLATTT

the Walls et al Tycoons
legally or not
stole away
what he had earned

Marco comes tumbling down the hill
if what he does now is illegal
or immoral?

He uses some of the loopholes
the Walls et al Tycoons used
to keep from falling all the way
down to the bottom
and though he admires the many
surviving at the bottom
re their good ol’ ingenuity
he
he’s
in free fall trying to slow down
there’s plenty of time and energy
and here’s a foothold, da nada
we’re on pause…

for “we
were so much older then
we’re younger than that now”

Life Is Not All About Firecrackers

February 25th, 2010

no fuse can light
when surrendering
to everything

no tear can dry
human slaughtering
never ending

crack a whip
on a dying bed
Why - GG, why?

where did you lose your rose buds Harry?
her name was Mary Sue
Live holds happiness still after
is it True?

Sweet Adeline
crystal ball and Mary Ford
thanks and praises every one

here goes Johnny, there comes Bill
Charlie, Joe and Jake
thanks and praises every one

Firecrackers are nice
be sure to get your fill
even here/there/everywhere in the valley
we’ll fire a few ever remembering 2
do the hokey pokey
That’s what it’s all about…

To My Ever-Loving Sister Nina

February 24th, 2010

“Give me five minutes more, only five minutes more…”

this she sung at sweet sixteen
this i plinked on a piano at eleven
the one magical time i stayed
where a musical instrument lived

after our e-strangement
now grandmothers she called me full of joy announcing
“I got my five minutes more!”
still in her 70’s
her five minutes more lasted near 3 years.

this is my thank you sister sister
today finds me plunking a piano again
my very own with help of family/friends

i didn’t know then but i know now
i soo too also
got my five minutes more

this ol’ chickie loves
maƱana time

thank you Nina Bell

off we go into the wild blue….

February 14th, 2010

summer wrote:
i remember they were promised
promised to go to the holy land
if only they’d stop fighting
especially fighting over “the holy land”
does that mean
a land is only holy if there is constant bloody war over
who owns it
who’s god is the “real” god
oh
my
God
how
bloody you must look
after all these thousands of years
a God with a red suit on
imagine that…er, er…
What’s His name again?

red wrote:
It’s not a ‘His’; it’s a ‘Her’, and her name is ‘Ms. Claws’ (red suit and all) - jeesh, Summer, this is the 21st century!

summer wrote:
ok yeah i heard
something about going from patrichoal to matriorchal
i jus’ didn’ join cause i’d been there be 4
holdin’ out for neither/nor

red wrote:
ok, how about meteorarchical?
We come in like shooting stars, make a big spash in the desert and people can come for centuries, look into our craters and say, “I wonder who made that hole?”

summer wrote:
you ever been in a sand splash?
can you imagine how beautiful the desert will be this year
with all the rain fall this winter

36 days and counting down

red wrote:
yes, and

All us little meteors
sliding down
among the rain drops,
streaming blues and reds
and greens, our sleds
shining off the liquid sky,
brief flashes of delight
whose soul and only mission
is to scream
“wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
and bury our heads in mother earth
to the delight of pilgrims passing by
on their annual moment of respite
from their dreary human lives,
to spend a moment staring up
at the gardens of the sky.

:~) (~:

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Amazing Grace Scares Me When…

February 13th, 2010

i’m sitting at a party
and someone i like shows interest
the others, to young to notice until
a younger me waltzes in
i’ve wine in my glass half full
raising in salutation -
“There’s more. Join us!”
the youngest, handsomest slouch on the couch
sits up at attention
later, then,
much to my gloomed surprise
someone starts singing Amazing Grace
er et i bolt singing
“I’m outta here.”

What’s A Relic Good For?

February 10th, 2010

?

when the Saints come marchin’ in
they ain’t got no use for
bones dem bones
having been to the mountain and
beyond
“So why you pickin’ a bone with me?”
“In for bones and out for dollar?”
It’s the same story
it’s the vain gory of
Vampire World?
Mafia Go Fers?
Coke or Pepsi?
Can we have our cocaine leaves now?
With attitudee so high
and hope so low
why dem folks in the middle east
still fightin’, dyin’, starvin’,
over dem bones dem bones
and better, why
does dem Christians
cheer?

America Mon Bt santo India

February 10th, 2010

America Mon Bt santo India

from the view over hear
across two oceans
tipped at Africa’s shores
Monsanto is san saint
altering DNA of foodstuff
to hybrid thereby claiming
all rights to food produced
with their genetic engineering
until there is nothing left
of foodstuff’s DNA
and WHO WHO WHO
wants to control who eats and lives
and who dies
while the Blowhards demand
every human zygote be given full birth rights
So’ssssss
it’s the WHO and the Blowhards
that lost yesterday
while the Wisdom of India yesterday
saved today and may we pray
America
will gain Wisdom of it’s own.

Red Slider’s Absolutely Dictionary

February 6th, 2010

Red’s Absolutely Dictionary:

Perhaps its time we ended the dangerous misnomer of the term ‘corporation’ which suggests something that is embodied (corpus) or has a body. Maybe something resembling a disease would be more appropriate, to alert us that these are dangerous objects, to be handled with great care and kept in safe containers. Perhaps the matter of tracking and regulating them should be turned over to the CDC, rather than some banking committee, whose members appear to become quickly infected.

New definitions:

’somaplegic’ n. - absence of any sensation of having a body and of all empathetic connection with those who do ; entities which are completely unaware of their wrappers and ungoverned by any sense of limit or constraint. The thought of consuming a billion burger-king whoppers would strike an embodied soul dead on the spot. Somaplegics, on the other hand, would regard such ghoulish gluttony as mere appetizer.

’somatic hypoplasia’ - adj. persons (or those claiming to be persons) exhibiting the complete absence of having a body; bodiless by origin or amputation; somaphagic adj. - entities which eat bodies (a practice common to those who are bodiless)

somatites - n. those who are afflicted with any or all of the above symptoms (not to be confused with sodomites; though somatohypoplagics often exhibit that characteristic as well)

Curiously, ’soma’ (Gr. ‘body’) was also the name given, and source identified in the Rig Veda, to the mystical/sacred mushroom, aminata muscaria. Peculiar to that designation is the fact that the family to which it belongs (Aminitaceae) includes many of the deadliest fungii known on the planet. The other species are often confused with soma and sometimes appear to be edible (”Do we care about the environment? - You bet we do”; “It’s just the floor mats getting stuck under the peddle.”…) though death is sure to accompany those who make the mistake of misidentifying them.

patacratic, patocracy - adj., n. - rule by the authority of the specific or, with no particular authority at all (ant. ‘democracy’: rule by the authority of the general). Used to avoid the confused mishmash and waste of paper enumerating the various species of wannabe slave-owners (fascists, plutocrats, somatites, Republicrats, Libertarians, housewives, school boards, public officials, socialists, capitalists, infocrats (software makers) sand-box bullies or others claiming to be the rightful lords of the somatic universe. Tain’t so, Dorothy. (Also see: Alfred Jarrey’s, “Pataphysics”).

(red’s never failing advice: Practice Your Typing & Keep Your Sense of Humor.”)

citizenship is a spiritual exercise by Red Slider

February 5th, 2010

I don’t see what all the fuss is about - make lemonade! Dept

Close on the heals of the right to buy free speech, a corporate officer attempted to register his corporation to vote. The ballot was thrown out and the officer not permitted to enter the voting booth on behalf of the corporation. The Registrar of Voters said that the corporation itself must cast its own ballot; “no one else can do that by proxy.” The CEO said in reply, “Our corporation cannot do that, it has no corporeal body and cannot physically operate the machinery, or fill out a physical ballot on its own. We do that for the corporation.” The Register replied, “Tough luck, Charlie. Your corporation cannot vote.”

So the CEO turned around and filed an ADA suit on the grounds that the corporation was being discriminated against on the basis of a physical disability. “What is the claimants disability?” asked the judge. “My client has no body, said the lawyer. This is no different than if it had no arms to write or pull levers, or legs to get to the polling house. Not having a body is just a more severe form of those disabilities, and my client is being denied his rights, under the U.S. Constitution, solely on the basis of a physical disability. We demand that the state provide the necessary means to have access to exercise his right to vote.” The judge allowed that the lawyer had a point, and instructed the Registrar to provide the means to permit the bodiless corporation to vote.

A day later, the ghosts of 100,000,000 dead Americans rose from their graves and demanded that they, too, had equal right to vote as bodiless citizens. The Democrats, of course, set up voter registration tables at the entrance to every cemetery in the land. - end of story.

that ol’ wolfer moon by Ken Peters

February 1st, 2010

ie

the smell of success
the smell of excess
white lilies
transport me back
to grandma’s kitchen
lizard mind looking
for sugar cookies
and the sunlight
at the back door

The Full Moon of Wolf

January 29th, 2010

woof woof little fret
there nothing left to iron out.
were the creases meant to be
all for all posterity?

some poets say
poetry is for divinity -
to bring it down to earth.
some poets just bleed
cast their words
then walk away.

the first full moon of the year
the wolf moon
eats January like a pretzel
deciders demur
do not deflect
straight arrow truth
into the Heart of Politics
to us,
the U. S. of A.

America the Beautiful
won’t you please come home.

Hello nobody. It’s me I’m back.

January 25th, 2010

.

and how are you nobody two?

rain.
somebodies dancin’ in it
somebodies cryin’ in it
other bodies are afraid
they live
from womb to box to grave

our Earth Quakes
and Quakes again
our Sky rains on Georgia
snows on Tucson
more oil spills in Texas
says one Texan,
“The water is already so polluted
you can walk on it.”
put in perspective, CNN says,
“The Valdez spill was 10 times greater.”
implying, “No reason for concern.”

Haiti: 111,000 dead and counting
buried in mass graves
amputated arms and legs thrown in a heap
and in their boxes they still insist
the barefoot pull themselves up with boot straps

between the Quick and the Dead
count all the sacrificial lives lived
remembering home
made fresh with leaves and grass
where nobody has lock or key
any body can come in, even with their guns,
but they must take off their shoes.

Remember Joy?

January 24th, 2010

?

When you wore a tulip
a big yellow tulip
and I wore a big red rose

Twas heaven that blessed me
when you caressed me
what a blessing flowers know

My life was dreary
till you called me deary
now I have a big red nose.

!

Haiti - Ten days of dying and crying

January 22nd, 2010

they
they shall not be they shall not be moved
54% of CNN Quick Voters say
nothing wrong with tourists going to Haiti today

come home little girl, come home little boy
jump out of that adult skin, heart and soul fenced in
bound so long by culture and family tradition
what doesn’t heal breaks

the whole world is watching
beloved ancestors are watching

did we make that call?
write that letter?
sign that check?
to whom much is given
and to those who have taken much
you know what is expected.

“just do the right thing!”