God keep from your abode
any stink from the commode.
And abolish from your door
cockchafers and dinosaur.
May each night find you secure
in domestic sinecure.
God keep from your abode
any stink from the commode.
And abolish from your door
cockchafers and dinosaur.
May each night find you secure
in domestic sinecure.
Iron winter winds --
heavy on the face and throat;
time to wash my scarf!
Iron winter winds --
blowing quail around all day;
feathered tumbleweeds.
Iron winter winds --
snatching trash into the air;
life is so scattered!
Is any thing too hard for the Lord? At the time appointed I will return unto thee, according to the time of life, and Sarah shall have a son.
Genesis 18:14
Nothing daunted, we believe/God his miracles can weave/out of flimsy flesh and bone/by his potency alone/Do not doubt that mountains shake/or that man can overtake/Satan in his fetid schemes/with pure water from God's streams!
And Abraham hastened into the tent unto Sarah, and said, Make ready quickly three measures of fine meal, knead it, and make cakes upon the hearth.
Genesis 18:6.
Cakes upon the hearth, a sign/a guest is someone quite divine/Abraham, who dwelt in tents/had hospitality immense/So he was served by Heaven well/as we can be -- though infidel/For God doth love a giving heart/and loves to bless us a la carte.
washing her white hair --
draped over her pink shoulders;
alluring cascade.
slicing an onion --
the sound of her knife on wood;
frying chicken legs.
always on her phone --
texting to the kids at night;
with her eyes on me.
quail thrusting ahead --
looking sideways at the seeds
crushed by passing cars.
quail thrusting ahead --
huddled under the feeder;
which is long empty.
sandals and gray slush
do not mix well on cold days --
feet wrapped in bacon.
This superstitious world remains
bound in unenlightened chains;
folks believe in screwy things,
and give their folly potent wings.
Take, fer instance, this here cloud --
that people talk of long and loud.
I have asked some right smart folk
just how this thing is not a joke.
When explaining it to me
it seems to be a fantasy;
a web of nonsense, which I fear
would puzzle even Edward Lear.
Keeping data without holder;
not one blessed paper folder.
I think it uses beans and franks
for powering computer banks.
It's a network of some sort
and tracks a lot of child support.
My experts call it platform based,
where nothing ever is erased.
Online nostrum, cyber claptrap;
to me it's merely all darn crap pap.
I'll stay analog, hard copy;
I'd rather be secure tho sloppy!
President Biden on Tuesday said his administration is taking steps to limit the impact that sanctions imposed on Russia have on the U.S. economy, although he acknowledged some effects were likely.
(WSJ)
the snowmelt puddles --
drowning dead leaves and grasses;
ruthless and chilly.
the snowmelt puddles --
sparrows gather around it;
bar brawls erupting.
the snowmelt puddles --
capturing a pale dazed sun;
not yellow, not white.
These snowflakes are huge!
White doilies fluttering down
on top of my head.
These snowflakes are huge!
Settling on the cold ground
like alien lace.
These snowflakes are huge!
Who makes such sterile beauty?
How long will they last?