Lady Plumber
There was a young lady from Albuquerque
Whose cute little house had a plugged drain
Put her overalls on n’ crawled ‘neath the sink
As, she was not one to get mad or complain
She reached for a gallon of “Drano”
Determined to avoid using a wrench
If successful it would be a 'No brainer'
She poured but the clog was entrenched
She reached for a wrench n’ unscrewed
Drainpipe fittings ‘neath stubborn sink
With plumber’s snake the pipe did intrude
Unclogged the pipe before you can blink
With a satisfied look and a big smile
She assembled the pipe fittings anew
She’d broken a nail, mussed her hairstyle
But in a minute or two she looked good as new
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If You Want To Learn…
If you want to learn theory
Talk with a theoretician
This way is oral
If you want to learn a craft
Practice
Learning comes through the hands
If you want austerity, physical poverty
Emptiness, befriend corruption
Practice and talk about such things won’t help
A Seeker receives from a knowing soul
The mystery of spiritual emptiness
May be living in the heart of a Saint
But he may not yet understand
He must wait for the openness of illumination
As if his chest were filling with Light
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OLD McPFIZER HAD A PHARM
Old McPfizer had a pharm
Ee eye ee eye oh
On that pharm he made some drugs
Ee eye ee eye oh
With Prozac here and Ambien there
Here a drug, there a drug
Everywhere a drug-drug
Old McPfizer made big bucks
Ee eye ee eye oh
Old McPfizer sold his drugs
Ee eye ee eye oh
With no regard for “Side effects”
Ee eye ee eye oh
With depression here and suicide there
Here a death, there a death
Everywhere was death-death
Old McPfizer killed with drugs
Ee eye ee eye oh
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Displaced
It began at birth, when she summoned
All her might against a steady rhythm
Forcing her through a dark and wet canal.
Twenty hours she held fast, until she felt
the forceps close on her head. She tried
to cry out, but her lungs and nostrils were
full of a thick, viscous fluid.
Although her eyes were closed, she felt the
Harshness of a light above, as she emerged.
Hands reached down and shoved something in
her nostrils to clear the fluid. The same hands
grasped her tiny ankles and lifted upward.
She began to retch, and felt her lungs
Empty more fluid.
A slap stung her backside forcing a scream;
She cried her first bitter tears;
Tears for the imprisonment of her spirit
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Why The Red Nose Rudolph?
His nose lights St. Nick’s sleigh
This intrepid reindeer leader
Helps his fellows find their way
It’s said, he’s an under achiever
You ask, “Why is his nose so red? ”
Is that whiskey under his bridle?
Is drinking why his eyes are red?
We must find out, not stand idle
Perhaps it’s time to notify AA
Get Rudy help for reckless drinking
We, his many fans can't be blasé
While this reindeer’s life is sinking!
We must not hold Santa to blame
Lest he and Rudolph share a jug
For it would be a downright shame
To see them drinking “chug-a-lug”
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Magic Of The Kona Coast
I learned much during many trips to the Big Island of Hawaii;
Fire goddess Pele helped incinerate my personal issues.
She guided me to the gentle waters of Kealakekua Bay, to swim with spinner dolphins, where I learned what pod-life means.
Kilauea’s violent eruptions, reaching, expanding, ever creating.
A lone coconut seedling clung to life on a vast black lava plane, patiently waiting for rain, wind to break down the arid harshness, she’d chosen to inhabit and reforest.
Humpback whales taught me how they hold Earth in balance with their songs.
I learned to fearlessly swim and love big blue water.
Honaunau (Place of refuge) where wrongdoers made their way for forgiveness and safety.
Hawaii, a remnant of ancient Lemuria beckons her wayward children home…
ROTMS
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~~passion Takes Flight~~
Walk along any crowded city street
See vacant stares on a sea of human faces
How stiff they walk on frozen feet,
And long forgotten social graces
Is passion within a human heart now gone,
As far as knowing eyes can see?
Is love and joy no longer paragon?
Oh Lord, why won’t they look at me?
Thy passion “Vincent” helps them take wing,
As paint on canvas did so long ago
Lovely are the words your paintings sing,
As if by magic, vivid flowers seem to grow
Soon, God’s Hands shall touch our hearts again,
The long forgotten buried and the walking dead
Made afresh…what was once arcane
The Will and Love of God shall again embed
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Francis Bacon’s “new Atlantis”
Freemason Bacon claimed then colonized
A “Great land” far across a vast blue ocean
Natives residents were killed or brutalized
Anytime the armed invaders got the notion
“The Founding Fathers” were mostly Masons’
Franklin, Washington, Revere and many more
Who donned “G” aprons n’ forged a Nation
While spilling Native blood on seeds of war
United States has a long, violent history
Wars, police actions, invasions n’ the like
Why citizens are blind remains a mystery
Is it due to good planning by Albert Pike?
“Evil eventually befalls all evil-doers”
For sinful crimes against their fellows
Satan begins to sharpen meat skewers
Demons start pumping black bellows
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Autumn
Let us go and gather the grapes of the vineyard
For the wine press, and keep the wine in old
Vases, as the spirit keeps knowledge of the
Ages in eternal vessels.
Let us return to our dwelling, for the wind has
Caused the yellow leaves to fall and shroud the
Withering flowers that whisper elegy to Summer.
Come home, my eternal sweetheart, for the birds
Have made pilgrimage to warmth and left the chilled
Prairies suffering pangs of solitude. The jasmine
And myrtle have no more tears.
Let retreat, for the tired brook has
Ceased its song; and the bubble-some springs
Are drained of their copious weeping; and
The cautious old hills have stored away
Their colourful garments.
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First Kiss
(Childhood Humor)
I was 8, she nearly 10
I always liked older girls
Closed my eyes, puckered, then
Felt dizzy, my brain all a whirl
But I digress…
Her name “Maggie O’Toole”
A big Irish girl of 150 pounds
Tallest girl in grade school
Pigtails nearly touched ground
Blazing red hair, temper to match
Strong as an ox, to be sure
Over left eye she wore a black patch
In spite of all this, she'd a certain allure
Back to the kiss…
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