[On The U.S. Supreme Court's 'Citizen's United' ruling]
'Twas not the court's vicissitude,
nor 'legal fashion's' changing mood,
and not the Constitution
malconstrued.
Five men,
to corporate power glued!
...and you and I?
thoroughly screwed,
dude.
-jorge999
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Friday, January 22, 2010
'Encounter'
Above the early morning fog
I hear a single songbird peep,
though, but for me she'd be unheard,
-the mountain cove is still asleep,
Then, through a rhododendron bush
a tawny forest beauty glides,
and seeming not to move one leaf
to taste the dewy grass she spies
She turns, and bends her slender neck,
then stops. -I made a tiny sound-
her eyes and twitching ears she lifts,
our gazes meet and my heart pounds,
her glance is cooler than a mist,
and, though the stranger stands so near,
She waits, and lets me stare and stare,
(She seems to be devoid of fear)
but like a runway manequin
she waits to let me have my fill,
then turns, walks through a leafy screen,
and as before, the woods are still.
-jorge999
I hear a single songbird peep,
though, but for me she'd be unheard,
-the mountain cove is still asleep,
Then, through a rhododendron bush
a tawny forest beauty glides,
and seeming not to move one leaf
to taste the dewy grass she spies
She turns, and bends her slender neck,
then stops. -I made a tiny sound-
her eyes and twitching ears she lifts,
our gazes meet and my heart pounds,
her glance is cooler than a mist,
and, though the stranger stands so near,
She waits, and lets me stare and stare,
(She seems to be devoid of fear)
but like a runway manequin
she waits to let me have my fill,
then turns, walks through a leafy screen,
and as before, the woods are still.
-jorge999
'Not To Worry'
It's just
a little
unrequited
crush,
that's all.
Like a tiny
muscle ache
(in one you
had forgotten
that you had)
It's not your fault,
of course,
That you are
'undelighted',
nor my fault
that a certain
Flame
Was not ignited.
There'll be
an awkwardness
at first,
(not bad)
and we'll be
sheepish,
and then
we'll laugh
(of course)
It hardly hurts
at all,
Don't worry dear,
The crush is
very small,
though
deepish.
--jorge999
a little
unrequited
crush,
that's all.
Like a tiny
muscle ache
(in one you
had forgotten
that you had)
It's not your fault,
of course,
That you are
'undelighted',
nor my fault
that a certain
Flame
Was not ignited.
There'll be
an awkwardness
at first,
(not bad)
and we'll be
sheepish,
and then
we'll laugh
(of course)
It hardly hurts
at all,
Don't worry dear,
The crush is
very small,
though
deepish.
--jorge999
'After Frost'
The soil is lovely, moist, and deep
Where sprightly earthworms plow,
the springtime rains upon us seep,
though we don't feel them now,
No need to laugh, no need to weep,
no feelings, sight, or sound,
and no more promises to keep
beneath the fertile ground.
-jorge999
Where sprightly earthworms plow,
the springtime rains upon us seep,
though we don't feel them now,
No need to laugh, no need to weep,
no feelings, sight, or sound,
and no more promises to keep
beneath the fertile ground.
-jorge999
Thursday, January 21, 2010
'Bold Point'
No, this Bold Point is not
somebody's muscular assertion,
it's just a little neck of land,
--a spit-- a tiny foothold
of grass and sand
and lapping waves,
timidly, it pokes into
the River Providence,
Nighttime haunt
of who knows who,
it cringes, barely noticed,
on a busy city day,
buffeted by roar and whine
of highway traffic;
Magnet for the dreary plastic
residue of progress,
it's gentle beauty stained;
Somehow, it moves us,
now that we have stopped to look,
and so, we stoop
to gather up the pulltabs,
the hypodermic needles,
plastic no-deposit, no-returns,
the tampon applicators,
the diapers, papers, broken glass,
the deathless cups of styrofoam,
and all the random wrappers.
-jorge999
In 2003 on 'Dean Visibility Day' the writer was one of twenty Howard Dean supporters who spent the morning cleaning refuse from the beach at Bold Point Park East Providence Rhode Island.
somebody's muscular assertion,
it's just a little neck of land,
--a spit-- a tiny foothold
of grass and sand
and lapping waves,
timidly, it pokes into
the River Providence,
Nighttime haunt
of who knows who,
it cringes, barely noticed,
on a busy city day,
buffeted by roar and whine
of highway traffic;
Magnet for the dreary plastic
residue of progress,
it's gentle beauty stained;
Somehow, it moves us,
now that we have stopped to look,
and so, we stoop
to gather up the pulltabs,
the hypodermic needles,
plastic no-deposit, no-returns,
the tampon applicators,
the diapers, papers, broken glass,
the deathless cups of styrofoam,
and all the random wrappers.
-jorge999
In 2003 on 'Dean Visibility Day' the writer was one of twenty Howard Dean supporters who spent the morning cleaning refuse from the beach at Bold Point Park East Providence Rhode Island.
'Will You Taste Some Irishness?'
In 2003 around St. Patricks Day I started a thread on Irish poetry (entitled 'Will You Taste Some Irishness?') on the New York Times sponsored (and now defunct) abuzzdotcom. In the days leading up to March 17th I posted, each day, a poem by a different Irish poet.
When the NYT shut down that site, I continued the thread annually for four more years on Able2knowdotcom.
This annual enterprise was my response to the 'dumbing down' of Ireland and things Irish. (To too many people in this country, the word 'Irish' produces an instant association to green beer, drunken partying, and cardboard leprechauns).
The fact of doing those annual threads introduced me to a host of wonderful poets that I had not previously read, and turned me from a casual reader of a few Irish poets into an full fledged enthusiast.
To inaugurate the thread, I began with a little introductory poem of my own (below):
'Will You Taste Some Irishness?'
Will you taste some Irishness
in lieu of greenish beer?
Please sip of Heaney, Yeats, and Joyce,
Their verses are served here.
Draughts of loss and sadness too,
The Irish poets bring;
And yet...the tears a beauty make,
--A strange transfiguring.
Will you taste some Irishness
in lieu of greenish beer?
Please savor sorrow, pain, and pride,
and ancient flavors queer;
A trace of moon, and mist, and sea,
A poteen brewed of tears;
Of turf, and toil, and hate, and strife,
And love of country fierce.
Clarke, and Durcan, Kavanagh,
Are offered here to you,
Fallon, Boland, Hartigan,
O'Grady, Montague.
Drink, long and deep of Irishness,
It seeks the deepest part,
It curls around your human-ness,
And seeps into your heart.
-jorge999
When the NYT shut down that site, I continued the thread annually for four more years on Able2knowdotcom.
This annual enterprise was my response to the 'dumbing down' of Ireland and things Irish. (To too many people in this country, the word 'Irish' produces an instant association to green beer, drunken partying, and cardboard leprechauns).
The fact of doing those annual threads introduced me to a host of wonderful poets that I had not previously read, and turned me from a casual reader of a few Irish poets into an full fledged enthusiast.
To inaugurate the thread, I began with a little introductory poem of my own (below):
'Will You Taste Some Irishness?'
Will you taste some Irishness
in lieu of greenish beer?
Please sip of Heaney, Yeats, and Joyce,
Their verses are served here.
Draughts of loss and sadness too,
The Irish poets bring;
And yet...the tears a beauty make,
--A strange transfiguring.
Will you taste some Irishness
in lieu of greenish beer?
Please savor sorrow, pain, and pride,
and ancient flavors queer;
A trace of moon, and mist, and sea,
A poteen brewed of tears;
Of turf, and toil, and hate, and strife,
And love of country fierce.
Clarke, and Durcan, Kavanagh,
Are offered here to you,
Fallon, Boland, Hartigan,
O'Grady, Montague.
Drink, long and deep of Irishness,
It seeks the deepest part,
It curls around your human-ness,
And seeps into your heart.
-jorge999
'Rueing You Blues'
(adult content)
"I am not myself at all",
I told myself with dread,
"I need to find myself some help
can't stay all day abed!"
my friend is a geologist
but he politely said:
"I can't tell you anything
'bout the rocks inside your head!"
an undertaker scolded me:
"come back when you are dead!"
Next stop was a urologist
(I had a 'peer review')
he told me that my instrument
was "just as good as new."
I consulted, a proctologist
who examined my rear view,
he said: "You're looking good down here
...I want a date with you!"
So I ran to a psychologist,
quote: "Nothing I can do! ...
..let's see, your next appointment
is on Monday, half past two."
At last I found a man of God,
I knew HE'D make me new,
but preacher told me I should pray,
and somehow I'm still blue.
No expertise can help me now,
I'm surfeited with rue,
I just need to see YOU babe,
what's wrong with me is you.
-jorge999
"I am not myself at all",
I told myself with dread,
"I need to find myself some help
can't stay all day abed!"
my friend is a geologist
but he politely said:
"I can't tell you anything
'bout the rocks inside your head!"
an undertaker scolded me:
"come back when you are dead!"
Next stop was a urologist
(I had a 'peer review')
he told me that my instrument
was "just as good as new."
I consulted, a proctologist
who examined my rear view,
he said: "You're looking good down here
...I want a date with you!"
So I ran to a psychologist,
quote: "Nothing I can do! ...
..let's see, your next appointment
is on Monday, half past two."
At last I found a man of God,
I knew HE'D make me new,
but preacher told me I should pray,
and somehow I'm still blue.
No expertise can help me now,
I'm surfeited with rue,
I just need to see YOU babe,
what's wrong with me is you.
-jorge999
'Time and a Bottle'
alas, alack, and woe is me,
here's what's left at sixty-three:
insipid personality,
with good looks gone, and mind grown dimmer,
I sigh and wish that I were slimmer,
(and think too much of what's for dinner!)
But, it's not too late to live life risky
...I think I'll dissipate some whiskey.
-jorge999
here's what's left at sixty-three:
insipid personality,
with good looks gone, and mind grown dimmer,
I sigh and wish that I were slimmer,
(and think too much of what's for dinner!)
But, it's not too late to live life risky
...I think I'll dissipate some whiskey.
-jorge999
'Waiting'
Although my heart just wants to play
and cook a poem every day,
This mirthless mind of mine refuses...
So while I'm rueing what the news is
--and learning all about the blueses--
I guess I must await them muses.
-jorge999
and cook a poem every day,
This mirthless mind of mine refuses...
So while I'm rueing what the news is
--and learning all about the blueses--
I guess I must await them muses.
-jorge999
'Still Moving 2.'
Not academe.....no rustic hills,
an undistinguished place,
One wouldn't --couldn't-- say it thrills,
but it now shall be my space.
Some, perhaps, are disapproving,
some are unaware,
to Christiansburg, I shall be moving,
which is neither here nor there.*
-jorge999 12-12-07
*with apologies to Joseph Brodsky, who said the same about Kalamazoo
an undistinguished place,
One wouldn't --couldn't-- say it thrills,
but it now shall be my space.
Some, perhaps, are disapproving,
some are unaware,
to Christiansburg, I shall be moving,
which is neither here nor there.*
-jorge999 12-12-07
*with apologies to Joseph Brodsky, who said the same about Kalamazoo
'Dark Spring'
April, cruel as ever,
left us sick and out of tune,
grown too old together,
we sat among our runes,
then foolish May brought her bouquets,
followed by jejune.
-jorge999
left us sick and out of tune,
grown too old together,
we sat among our runes,
then foolish May brought her bouquets,
followed by jejune.
-jorge999
I Stole Something For You Today (for K.A.R.)
No one got hurt,
I used no gun or knife,
but I purloined these words:
You light up my life.
-jorge999
I used no gun or knife,
but I purloined these words:
You light up my life.
-jorge999
'Readers Wanted: The Plan to Re-allocate Roles in Gather' ( a fable)
A website where I publish poems somehow developed
a self-appointed group of 'serious poets'.
One even lamented in a post that too many 'worthless'
poems were cluttering up the site.
The following poem was my reply:
Storm clouds are gathering
Have you heard the rumours?
We are surfeited with poets,
and starving for consumers,
While the unwashed multitudes,
immune to our delights,
pursue their vile distractions,
'We poets' write and write,
though faithfully we follow
our literary leaders,
(whose work is deep, and dark, and dense)
still, we haven't any readers,
The problem simply stated friends
(I can't be too emphatic)
is just a little numbers game,
It's coldly arithmetic,
'Eureka!' we have it!
shout our Gather poet-leaders:
'We simply need to RE-ASSIGN
BAD POETS INTO READERS!'
So, bad poets of gather,
Please show us your courage,
Your KNOW your poems are blather,
You KNOW they're boring porridge!
Please accept your new status,
acknowledge your betters,
and render due homage
To the TRUE men* of letters.
So now you've heard the plan,
Which I heartily endorse.
[I know they'll let ME stay a poet,
They like MY stuff... of course!]
What's that? What's that?!!
'Credentialing' you say?
err... mmm... I know I have it here somewhere
...my mail-order MFA
-jorge999
* and women
a self-appointed group of 'serious poets'.
One even lamented in a post that too many 'worthless'
poems were cluttering up the site.
The following poem was my reply:
Storm clouds are gathering
Have you heard the rumours?
We are surfeited with poets,
and starving for consumers,
While the unwashed multitudes,
immune to our delights,
pursue their vile distractions,
'We poets' write and write,
though faithfully we follow
our literary leaders,
(whose work is deep, and dark, and dense)
still, we haven't any readers,
The problem simply stated friends
(I can't be too emphatic)
is just a little numbers game,
It's coldly arithmetic,
'Eureka!' we have it!
shout our Gather poet-leaders:
'We simply need to RE-ASSIGN
BAD POETS INTO READERS!'
So, bad poets of gather,
Please show us your courage,
Your KNOW your poems are blather,
You KNOW they're boring porridge!
Please accept your new status,
acknowledge your betters,
and render due homage
To the TRUE men* of letters.
So now you've heard the plan,
Which I heartily endorse.
[I know they'll let ME stay a poet,
They like MY stuff... of course!]
What's that? What's that?!!
'Credentialing' you say?
err... mmm... I know I have it here somewhere
...my mail-order MFA
-jorge999
* and women
'Sublimation'
I get some
solace
dear,
from writing
my misfortunes
down
in verses.
All the little,
(and not so little)
slings and arrows
and
reverses.
Now,
isn't that
more elegant
than...
Curses?
-jorge999
solace
dear,
from writing
my misfortunes
down
in verses.
All the little,
(and not so little)
slings and arrows
and
reverses.
Now,
isn't that
more elegant
than...
Curses?
-jorge999
'Poem for the Disappointed'
I posted an earlier variant of this poem shortly after
Cardinal Ratzinger was named as the new Pope:
Sequestered in An ancient hall,
-and praying- They await, 'The Call',
Churchly Princes -Princes all,
The throng awaits as in a thrall,
Teeming, swaying, on the mall,
and guessing,wondering, praying all,
But who is that one standing tall?
'Il Papa Novo' of them all!
( Some spirits rise, but others fall,
For some delirium, others gall )
O take me to the Wailing Wall....
The Holy Spirit dropped the ball.
-jorge999
Cardinal Ratzinger was named as the new Pope:
Sequestered in An ancient hall,
-and praying- They await, 'The Call',
Churchly Princes -Princes all,
The throng awaits as in a thrall,
Teeming, swaying, on the mall,
and guessing,wondering, praying all,
But who is that one standing tall?
'Il Papa Novo' of them all!
( Some spirits rise, but others fall,
For some delirium, others gall )
O take me to the Wailing Wall....
The Holy Spirit dropped the ball.
-jorge999
'Snow On March 24, in Providence Rhode Island'
In 2005 we had about one hundred inches of snow in Providence, and, like other years, as we approached the end of March we crossed our fingers hoping it was over.
...and then...
Snow On March 24, in Providence Rhode Island
Whatever You pour Lord,
We always drain our cup,
And we soulfully vow
to just, 'offer it up',
Plague and pestilence,
Quake, hurricane,
You've sent our way Lord,
We didn't complain,
We accepted our pennance,
We shouldered our pain
and willingly suffered
again and again,
Though Your Way is inscrutable,
We know that You know best,
We don't try to understand,
We just endure each test,
But on March twenty-fourth?
MORE white fluffy stuff?
Oh come on Lord,
Enough is enough!
-jorge999
...and then...
Snow On March 24, in Providence Rhode Island
Whatever You pour Lord,
We always drain our cup,
And we soulfully vow
to just, 'offer it up',
Plague and pestilence,
Quake, hurricane,
You've sent our way Lord,
We didn't complain,
We accepted our pennance,
We shouldered our pain
and willingly suffered
again and again,
Though Your Way is inscrutable,
We know that You know best,
We don't try to understand,
We just endure each test,
But on March twenty-fourth?
MORE white fluffy stuff?
Oh come on Lord,
Enough is enough!
-jorge999
'small hell'
(for Amy, a waitress)
diners coast to coast
lonely men drinking coffee
and thirsting for smiles
-jorge999
diners coast to coast
lonely men drinking coffee
and thirsting for smiles
-jorge999
'Mensaje en el Banco'
'Mensaje en el Banco'
down, heavy
with self-reproach,
I told you everything.
You forgave..
and asked for nothing.
finally emptied,
I rode high in the water,
that day, in a bank
I saw the sign:
'Sin Cargo'
-jorge999
[note: 'Sin Cargo' in Spanish means, 'no charge' or 'free']
down, heavy
with self-reproach,
I told you everything.
You forgave..
and asked for nothing.
finally emptied,
I rode high in the water,
that day, in a bank
I saw the sign:
'Sin Cargo'
-jorge999
[note: 'Sin Cargo' in Spanish means, 'no charge' or 'free']
'Insipid'
One evening as I sipped my tea
a fly fell in, unknown to me,
Careless and unknowing I
insipid fly
-jorge999
a fly fell in, unknown to me,
Careless and unknowing I
insipid fly
-jorge999
'Poem for David's Forty-fifth Birthday'
For your birthday I could ululate
(don't worry, I will spare you that)
Or on your virtues I might perorate
...even improvise a little scat.
To dance for you, an old soft shoe,
might show you that I think you're keen,
but afterwards my joints might rue,
a too strenuous assertion of esteem.
Now, as I peruse a favorite book,
and ponder on what I should do,
and put it in the bookcase: "Look!
I haven't one copy, but two!"
So here it is,
Aging, but full of wit and wisdom,
-and a little scratch or two,
Come to think of it, this book
is... well...an awful lot like you.
-jorge999
(don't worry, I will spare you that)
Or on your virtues I might perorate
...even improvise a little scat.
To dance for you, an old soft shoe,
might show you that I think you're keen,
but afterwards my joints might rue,
a too strenuous assertion of esteem.
Now, as I peruse a favorite book,
and ponder on what I should do,
and put it in the bookcase: "Look!
I haven't one copy, but two!"
So here it is,
Aging, but full of wit and wisdom,
-and a little scratch or two,
Come to think of it, this book
is... well...an awful lot like you.
-jorge999
'Del Cielo'
(for Adela Genevieve, eight weeks early)
What fury in those flailing limbs!
What spirit bursting out to meet the world!
They thought that you were fragile when you came,
but oh what fire inside a three pound frame!
Meet your tired mother girl,
and learn from whence you came:
a line of strong women.
...No shrinking violets, victims, or plain Janes.
You got here just in time my little Del,
This sorry planet's sliding into Hell
and prays for sturdy hearts like
yours to stop its fall.
PS
Pretty, tiny, baby girly
will you always be so early?
-xo grandpa
-jorge999
What fury in those flailing limbs!
What spirit bursting out to meet the world!
They thought that you were fragile when you came,
but oh what fire inside a three pound frame!
Meet your tired mother girl,
and learn from whence you came:
a line of strong women.
...No shrinking violets, victims, or plain Janes.
You got here just in time my little Del,
This sorry planet's sliding into Hell
and prays for sturdy hearts like
yours to stop its fall.
PS
Pretty, tiny, baby girly
will you always be so early?
-xo grandpa
-jorge999
'Sue Pine'
(For an old Girlfriend, Immune to my Charms)
Here's a line my long lost Sue,
to say that I still pine for you.
Still wishing that I had divined
how to get sweet Sue,
Sue Pine.
-jorge999
Here's a line my long lost Sue,
to say that I still pine for you.
Still wishing that I had divined
how to get sweet Sue,
Sue Pine.
-jorge999
'Little Note' (for E.D.)
My modesty's
well earned
in a lifetime
free of acclaim,
When I croak
no admiring bog,
nobody
knows my name
-jorge999
well earned
in a lifetime
free of acclaim,
When I croak
no admiring bog,
nobody
knows my name
-jorge999
'Poet Ease'
I don't know how to write with poet ease
-allusions, metaphors, and such as these-
I don't know how to obfuscate and tease,
with quotes from Latin, French, or Cantonese,
Though my kinfolk come from Ireland,
alas, I'm told my blarney's bleak and bland;
It seems that I was dealt a losing hand,
I'm doomed to write what plain folks understand.
-jorge999
-allusions, metaphors, and such as these-
I don't know how to obfuscate and tease,
with quotes from Latin, French, or Cantonese,
Though my kinfolk come from Ireland,
alas, I'm told my blarney's bleak and bland;
It seems that I was dealt a losing hand,
I'm doomed to write what plain folks understand.
-jorge999
'Pale Spring' (for GBL)
A squirrel scolds,
I do not start,
daffodils
don't shout out loud,
the surly trees
refuse their part,
leaves
clenched tight
in buds ungiving,
know no joy
in love
or living;
A colder,
paler Spring,
since you depart,
the air warms slowly,
and the heart.
-jorge999 (April 2005)
I do not start,
daffodils
don't shout out loud,
the surly trees
refuse their part,
leaves
clenched tight
in buds ungiving,
know no joy
in love
or living;
A colder,
paler Spring,
since you depart,
the air warms slowly,
and the heart.
-jorge999 (April 2005)
'Reply to a Young Friend's Unsolicited Critique'
I think that I will never be
A lit'ry poet such as thee,
Although I'm told my verses sing
(and dimples to some faces bring)
My poems can't be very good
-they're much too easily understood,
And yet they sing! (with quavering voice)
Sometimes they even sound like JOYCE!
Okay, okay! (confessing shames)
They're more like Kilmer, less like James,
And while I'm speaking of confessin'
...I didn't like your latest lesson,
My friend if I live long enough
I hope to grow, write better stuff,
And you, my bright precocious pup
May teach me more...... when you grow up.
-jorge999
A lit'ry poet such as thee,
Although I'm told my verses sing
(and dimples to some faces bring)
My poems can't be very good
-they're much too easily understood,
And yet they sing! (with quavering voice)
Sometimes they even sound like JOYCE!
Okay, okay! (confessing shames)
They're more like Kilmer, less like James,
And while I'm speaking of confessin'
...I didn't like your latest lesson,
My friend if I live long enough
I hope to grow, write better stuff,
And you, my bright precocious pup
May teach me more...... when you grow up.
-jorge999
'The Love Song of Kickycan' (adult poem)
I'm Kickycan the lady's man
And you must surely know it,
Beneath this coat's what girls love most,
And I'm dying dear to show it,
My trenchcoat treasure's hid away,
Till just the perfect moment,
When you behold... and then bestow
Your most admiring comment,
I'm Kickycan the lady's man,
"My big best friend" I call it,
Come! touch it with your pretty hand,
It's oh so big...
...my wallet.
-jorge999
And you must surely know it,
Beneath this coat's what girls love most,
And I'm dying dear to show it,
My trenchcoat treasure's hid away,
Till just the perfect moment,
When you behold... and then bestow
Your most admiring comment,
I'm Kickycan the lady's man,
"My big best friend" I call it,
Come! touch it with your pretty hand,
It's oh so big...
...my wallet.
-jorge999
'January 11, 2006' (for RC)
Alas, it's true, no thing will last,
'Who's Paul McCartney?' (the young thing asks)
Where went the bright and curious lad?
The loving son? The brand new dad?
You're paying dues and taking licks,
and.... 'Omigod, two thousand six!'
You feel flushed? -- it's global warming,
Gone, gone, gone, America's morning,
Colonoscopies apall,
...fibre, fats, cholesterol,
On camera an aging Biden
(Foreheads wax and bodies widen)
Johnny Damon comes and goes,
Mother Earth's rotation slows,
Resolution's just a pose,
While spirit flags, and passion's froze,
Oh woe! the race is nearly run,
and Winter clouds block out the sun,
The world he knew is quite undone...
Raymond Cooney's Fifty-one!
-jorge999
'Who's Paul McCartney?' (the young thing asks)
Where went the bright and curious lad?
The loving son? The brand new dad?
You're paying dues and taking licks,
and.... 'Omigod, two thousand six!'
You feel flushed? -- it's global warming,
Gone, gone, gone, America's morning,
Colonoscopies apall,
...fibre, fats, cholesterol,
On camera an aging Biden
(Foreheads wax and bodies widen)
Johnny Damon comes and goes,
Mother Earth's rotation slows,
Resolution's just a pose,
While spirit flags, and passion's froze,
Oh woe! the race is nearly run,
and Winter clouds block out the sun,
The world he knew is quite undone...
Raymond Cooney's Fifty-one!
-jorge999
'A Warning to My One Year Old Grandaughter'
Prepare yourself for earnest lads
who'd woo you with their words of yearning,
for fervent swains --just like their dads--
who will declare their hearts are burning,
prepare for suitors bold and shy,
who every ruse and ploy will try,
get ready dear, for love-sick guys,
who'll stir the air with their deep sighs
--no surprise,
my dear you have your mother's eyes.
--jorge999 (August 2007)
who'd woo you with their words of yearning,
for fervent swains --just like their dads--
who will declare their hearts are burning,
prepare for suitors bold and shy,
who every ruse and ploy will try,
get ready dear, for love-sick guys,
who'll stir the air with their deep sighs
--no surprise,
my dear you have your mother's eyes.
--jorge999 (August 2007)
'Mousely Science'
"Researchers at the University of Calgary said in July 2007, that female mice in their study were not only sexually aroused by whiffs of male mouse pheromones but that the scent apparently made the females' brains grow larger. [New Scientist, 7-2-07]"
As one whose love of learning is sincere,
( oh yes, 'tis Science that I most revere!)
how marvelous -- and edifying, truth to tell--
to learn both love-sick male and female mice do swell
--albeit in their different mousey regions.
...Now, on behalf of untold curious legions
there is a nagging question I must ask you:
Are gay MALE mice's BRAINS tumescing too?
...as they sniff pheromones from mousey dudes
and their ... err... tiny nether places ...protrude?
This is a question that cries out for study:
"The Physiology of Mousely Buddies"
Oh, I can see it now! Some proud biologist is telling
gathered press about gay mice and BIPOLAR swelling!
-jorge999
NOTE: When I saw the above news clip on another site
my imagination got the best of me. -jorge
As one whose love of learning is sincere,
( oh yes, 'tis Science that I most revere!)
how marvelous -- and edifying, truth to tell--
to learn both love-sick male and female mice do swell
--albeit in their different mousey regions.
...Now, on behalf of untold curious legions
there is a nagging question I must ask you:
Are gay MALE mice's BRAINS tumescing too?
...as they sniff pheromones from mousey dudes
and their ... err... tiny nether places ...protrude?
This is a question that cries out for study:
"The Physiology of Mousely Buddies"
Oh, I can see it now! Some proud biologist is telling
gathered press about gay mice and BIPOLAR swelling!
-jorge999
NOTE: When I saw the above news clip on another site
my imagination got the best of me. -jorge
'Ode to Moderation'
Overindulge, my lads at your peril:
A firkin here, a firkin there...
and pretty soon
you’re over a barrel.
-jorge999
A firkin here, a firkin there...
and pretty soon
you’re over a barrel.
-jorge999
'For Your Birthday: Free Pass For a Midlife Crisis'
Birthdays come and birthdays go
but now you're FORTY-EIGHT you know,
Time to have your midlife crisis,
(second childhood is the nicest)
If you want to tint your hair,
or buy a sportscar, we won't care,
So what, your waistline is expanding!
family is ...understanding,
Think and do the most outrageous
and don't worry -- it won't faze us,
use this, your very own free pass
to go hog-wild, to drain your glass,
midlife crisis can be fun
(though when it's done, it must be done)
Oops! ...P.S. ...by the way,
this pass is valid for one day.
--jorge999
but now you're FORTY-EIGHT you know,
Time to have your midlife crisis,
(second childhood is the nicest)
If you want to tint your hair,
or buy a sportscar, we won't care,
So what, your waistline is expanding!
family is ...understanding,
Think and do the most outrageous
and don't worry -- it won't faze us,
use this, your very own free pass
to go hog-wild, to drain your glass,
midlife crisis can be fun
(though when it's done, it must be done)
Oops! ...P.S. ...by the way,
this pass is valid for one day.
--jorge999
'At The Singles Bar'
At the risk of seeming rude,
I gazed at you
...and now protrude,
do you think we could collude?
... nude?
--jorge999
I gazed at you
...and now protrude,
do you think we could collude?
... nude?
--jorge999
'Ode to An Almost Perfect Lady'
I think that I shall never see
A lady lovelier than thee,
A gorgeous eminence you are,
A goddess! ...yes ...an avatar!
Your words unfailingly inspire!
With love, you set our hearts afire,
In all of Earth's long history,
There never was one such as thee,
A scintillating, brilliant star!
A heroine --a SAINT! you are!
And your birthday, I must say
Should be declared a holiday,
So every year, with poem and prose
Your life and legend grows and grows,
One day your prophets will appear
And they'll declare for all to hear
*You walked on water, raised the dead,
and 'twill be scripture, all you said,
Your temples will be everywhere,
Your very name will be a prayer!
*PS
One teeny thing impedes this starting,
My dear, you MUST control your farting.
--jorge999
A lady lovelier than thee,
A gorgeous eminence you are,
A goddess! ...yes ...an avatar!
Your words unfailingly inspire!
With love, you set our hearts afire,
In all of Earth's long history,
There never was one such as thee,
A scintillating, brilliant star!
A heroine --a SAINT! you are!
And your birthday, I must say
Should be declared a holiday,
So every year, with poem and prose
Your life and legend grows and grows,
One day your prophets will appear
And they'll declare for all to hear
*You walked on water, raised the dead,
and 'twill be scripture, all you said,
Your temples will be everywhere,
Your very name will be a prayer!
*PS
One teeny thing impedes this starting,
My dear, you MUST control your farting.
--jorge999
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