Monthly Archives: August 2021

Yard Watch

Murph and me watch the squirrels
during our morning sit-down on the porch.
There is a mixed population of grays and blacks,
with chipmunks staying to themselves.

Each clan largely stays close to its own
fur. The grays are quite hierarchical and just
chose another chief to preside over rodent relations,
becoming an absolute nutter.

Tho whole rodent population can quickly see
how badly the grays are acting under senile
leadership. The blacks
won't even shake their tails at them anymore.

The crows laugh from the trees at them all
because the squirrel drama gives the crows
greater dominance over the whole backyard.

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Posted by on August 31, 2021 in Poetry


The Bigger They Are

As Brick said, "Mendacity is a system
that we live in." How true now
with the cyber augmentations that
can compound this system infinitely?

He suggested two answers: The drink
and death. Both are solutions for
cowardice. How about asking better

How about the role of skepticism?
How about walking right up to the
monstrous mendacious system
and staring it down armed with
the integrity of a child.

A motorcycle gang member
walked into a corner store. He
was known as a bully and a brute.

A 5-year-old girl noticed him,
walked up to him and said,
"May I sing you a song?" The
chain-wearing Hell's Angel grunted,
so the little girl grinned & began:
"Jesus loves me this I know
for the Bible tells me so..."

The colossal fellow melted as his
tears flowed. The little girl
smiled and touched his hand. 

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Posted by on August 29, 2021 in Poetry


Metabolically Screwed non-Poetry

Big business paid off scientists 
who skewed data about harmful substances.
Remember when people were told cigarettes are safe?
Look backwards 60 years.
It took several decades to expose the tobacco
magnates who funded scientists to support their 
carcinogenic product.

Consider also the lie that dietary fat is more obesigenic
than refined sugar and carbohydrate. This infernal lie is still passed
off by those who call themselves experts but refuse to take
the time to dig deeper, still clinging to the convenient dogma
they inherited. Meanwhile, 4 in 10 are now obese with 75%
of the population being insulin resistance with
prediabetes and a fatty liver - this is happening
in supposedly the most developed country in the world. 

is a far more pandemic than covid, yet old lies
still find die-hard adherents among the willfully ignorant
pseudo-scientific community who spike the science.

Woke yet?

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Posted by on August 29, 2021 in Poetry, Uncategorized



Most squirrels are black where we live.

Today, while gallivanting
with Murph, one clambered up a maple tree 
ahead of us. 

It was
jet-black sporting snow-white back feet. 
Its back paws resembled tennis shoes. 

It knows it is dope by the jauntiness
with which it kicked up its heels. I imagine
the other black squirrels have made this one
a celebrity of sorts. 

The pit bull wasn't impressed and wanted it
for breakfast.


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Posted by on August 27, 2021 in Poetry


Street Smarts

Entering a game without an exit strategy
is asking for a fool's mate. 

Painting a floor
without leaving an alternate way will corner
the painter. 

Even the most ordinary tasks
have an order and logic that puzzles
those who try them mindlessly & get caught
with their pants down. 

If a particular street
is known for a gang of hoodlums 
who waylay pedestrians,
don't go that way. 

Instead, be schooled by those
missing teeth and wallets 
or again wear the
dunce cap.

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Posted by on August 26, 2021 in Poetry



A watching squirrel holds
vertically to the trunk of a tree with tail curling down.
It doesn't move until we are almost next to it. 

Then stealths up
into the concealing foliage but still intently
observing from its semi-hidden seat.

Murphy sees too and points her snout as if to ask
"May I spring and catch it?" She assumes
I am such a killjoy.

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Posted by on August 25, 2021 in Poetry



The five gates have a substrate, which is
undervalued and hugely ignored. 
But what if we dig down into our bare perception?
Who is known if we are aware
of our own attention? 
If we can watch ourselves
from a third-person vantage point, who is watching?
The observed is who? 
Is there one or two into one --or more?
See how effortless it is to depreciate our real essence?
We take our existence for granted because it is.

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Posted by on August 24, 2021 in Poetry


Face Off

The gradual discovery 

of who You truly are
is the supreme romance--

What You are beneath the molded crust
of artificial misrepresentations may
lie inert for decades. 

One day pops 
like a jack-in-the-box, 

there You are--- 
face to face with a stranger,

it dawns on you that the original 
is the real, 

and that 
you have unwittingly degraded 
into a faded simulation

of the authentic You.

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Posted by on August 20, 2021 in Poetry


Conflicts of Interest

Never try to address a problem
without first having a proposed
real-time solution that can satisfy
every contingency. 

I came upon two bodies who 
were in a somewhat
heated political debate. 

One was red in the face
with veins poking from their neck, 
shouting and spitting swearwords in a very
harsh manner. 

The other appeared cool, calm,
and collected, trying to answer genuinely
the rattled hothead who was rude
and unruly. 

Which one do you suppose
is more tethered to reality and fact?
Which one is probably more true
to their actual beliefs? Who appears
to be more confident? 

If a person builds a mental castle
or an empire of personal codes 
upon vacuous unworkable ideas,
it can only be spurious, at best;

Many will try
to bombastically defend their warmed-over delusions
in a way that
betrays a fundamental flaw they secretly
intuit but are trying their damnedest
to pretend isn't there.

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Posted by on August 16, 2021 in Poetry


Worth It

Nothing is something to eat
because the stomach & appetites are awry. Human
primates have fouled the nest of planet earth
and their physiology too. It's high time to
take out the garbage, to dump the trash.
The human species has a tremendous propensity
to misrepresent the truth if it feathers its cap.
Remember "Eating fat makes you fat"? Ha-
well, what about sugar? 40% obesity with
metabolic disorders affecting about 80%.
That's some lousy poetry right there. So,
hear this: Nothing is terrific to eat intermittently.
Cleanse the worldly palette. The knife and fork
will dig an early grave.

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Posted by on August 15, 2021 in Poetry