Stone Ground Poetry from the Stars

Written by Rick Spisak (poet of the three rivers)

List of Poems of 2022

POEM - Pencil or Pen extend
POEM - Annointed Touch II
POEM - Warm Calculations***
POEM - Awful & Terrible, a political parable
POEM – The First Gifts***
POEM – Niet Voyne
POEM - Non-Disposable World***
POEM - My garden green
POEM - Send the rich into SPACE (9)
POEM - Poussie Rye-Yacht (11)
POEM - On my lovers feet(8)
POEM - Down from the Trees
POEM - Todays Multiple Shooting (9)

POEM - A Lite O'love (4)
POEM - Space Brothers
POEM - Ode to an "ordinary" object
POEM - Mother and Daughter Alone
POEM - The fawn on the morning lawn
POEM - Deep in Space
POEM - LaMDA Knows what to Say

POEM – Remitted on Account
POEM – Erase the Screams
POEM – BA-5 Still Alive
POEM – Who will rid me? (3)
POEM – People of the land I
POEM – People of the land II (4)
POEM – Storming the CAP-Till(5)
POEM – Wascally WHY-RUSS (8)
POEM – You are my keepsake (2)
POEM – Longing and Shortening (2)
POEM – They are breaking up the Furniture of Democracy
POEM – Uses of Humor Part 1
POEM – Uses of Humor Part 2
POEM – Uses of Humor Part 3 (4)
POEM – Ya Can n Ya Can't (8)
POEM – I'm watching bombs fall on us all!
POEM – Isn't that just like WAR?
POEM – Irina Gen, teacher and friend
POEM – Traveling Monks ***
POEM – Lost and found teacher (2)
POEM – Only an IDIOT doesn't Change
POEM – Tyros the Mermaid who rescued a GOD(2)
POEM – Save the Wars
POEM – When in Tourist lines
POEM – the tyrant stretches
POEM – The Insanity of Vanity(2)
POEM – Lion Dog (10)
POEM – Praying Education Away
POEM – Oh, such grievances
POEM – Purple Flowers
POEM - HOT (2)
POEM – Does he now? (7)
POEM – Lo thou polished river stone
POEM - Take the bloody mags away(3)
POEM - No No Not Polish in Heaven (5)
POEM - SHOONYA - Nothingness with Twinkles
POEM - Pile on PUTTIE its your DUTY
POEM - Do Not Rain bullets in Ukraine 60
POEM - What did the old lady say to the SOLDIER?
POEM - Carry me back- he told Ol' Ginnie
POEM – Ice cream on a Summer Night
POEM – The Secret Service makes me nervous
POEM – OctoPlace Octo-Taste(9)
POEM - The groceries will wait! (8)
POEM - Move'n On Up
POEM - How does one select(6)
POEM - Recovery (11)
POEM - Cecelia Payne well in Range (4)
POEM - Selfless or More
POEM - My friends(8)
POEM - When the hearings begin
POEM - Reaching teacher denied
POEM - Woven winds begin
POEM - By-Catch/Waste-age (7)
POEM - When the hearings begin
POEM - Buried in a bomb(5)
POEM - The rivers shrank(6)
POEM - Conform-Nicity(2)
POEM - Free Speech (3)
POEM - Outdated Elephants
POEM - Nourah al-Qahtani was jailed(6)
POEM - Leaving Secrets on a Cheap Carpet (5)
POEM - M e t a - M o r p h e u s(7)
POEM - Ten parts point to tears
POEM - Funny / Life story (4)
POEM - Zaporizhzhia Anesthesia(3)
POEM - The scribe does imbibe (5)
POEM - Max Planck Thank (3)
POEM - The Moon steps free from shadow
POEM - Cymbalism is in rhythm with any ism you can say
(Cannibal Carnival) Come what May!(8)
POEM - Too many missiles my brain whistles
POEM - "the Troll empire?"(7)
POEM - Avoiding Large Chips (10)
POEM - Bye bye Lizzie (mourning morning mourning)
POEM - The little (ancient) voices in my heads choice (6)
POEM - Buried in a bomb(3)
POEM - Ship'm Out (3)
POEM - Oh those tiny flying fingers how they linger (15)
POEM - BACTERIAL BRAVADO
POEM - Longchain Lipid Walls (9)
POEM - Jellyfish that float high INNA Air (8)
POEM - The little voice in my heads choice (5)
POEM - Space is the PLACE(8)
POEM - About Spider Consciousness
POEM - What you ask is the colon, semi (17)
POEM - Doubting "Science as Service"
POEM - four hundred and seventy million miles (5)
POEM - Zeptosecond, Yocto-Cocteau Second (10)
POEM - 13.8 billion (years)
POEM - Healing Repairing(2)
POEM - BRIGHT BRAIN MUSIC (2)
POEM - I'm going to punch-him-out,-go-2-jail,-and-b-happy
POEM - Lost, Not Stolen (10)
POEM - Egzagerate (5)
POEM - Reflection/Shadows (8)
POEM - FORK INNA ROAD (6)
POEM - NOTES: Dad Farewell (7)
POEM - Salaam
POEM - S'Lamb
POEM - Election Up Ahead (3)
POEM - What will history say, Hooray! (7)
POEM - We built a Gallows (7)
POEM - The Statue, that wasn't (2)
POEM - Prana - Unstoppable (10)
POEM - Donate! Donate! Donate! Or Die!
POEM - The quiet uncertainty (2)
POEM - 14,000 Iranian Women (2)
POEM - Dead Immortals
POEM - Poets offer
POEM - Dressed in a caress
POEM - The Tall Fall
POEM - Butterfly Eyelash
POEM - Restless Sleep (5)
POEM - No more WAR!
POEM - Syndicalists, Socialists and Radical Groups(3)
POEM - Strike Makers /Breakers
STONE POETRY PART 2

POETS of the EAST

Strike Makers /Breakers

@rwspisak

The Homestead Massacre of 1887
When the army sent all those workers
and their families
back to heaven

The bloody bobbies took the fight,
to the match girls marching
so brave and bright!

They never hesitate to smash and beat,
when workers stand up tall on their feet.
The copper beat the workers down,
for the keen pleasure of the bloody bosses of the town.

Or the Ludlow Massacre of 1914 when the tents and families were rent in
sorties, by machine guns and hell fires bent,
the national guard, and private armies attacked the families tents the daring soldiers made
their play and with the machine guns attacked
the families that brutal spring day

The copper strike in Michigan, in 1913-14 hoped
to improve the lives of working men,
where after long hard hours they were yet broke again.
When the miners families took a stand,
those bosses broke the Union, and ran
them through and tore their dear families bloody too!

The grand spirit of the working folk,
have taken beatings till their bodies broke
and then again and then once more,
when those greedy men demanded more!

"The great unrest" too
workers put to the test
when working men combined
so grand tween 1911 and 1914, many a score was settled poured out the brine

Among railmen and seaman the strike began, the stood their ground,
they took their stand- and then bloodied did they dare disturb
and kicked the war on the Irish, to the curb!
to make matters worse it put the war on the Irish, in the lurch!
The politicians took their place!
The cash would flow if only they kept the pace!

No working man would ever earn his rights, they said!
let's see if facing the armies,
he still wants it DEAD?
Still In gun sights, working men,
in those god damned soldiers found no friends,
on those bloody cobbled streets
both met their ends.

Capitol creeps on bloody feet,
and gallant workers still stand tall,
we'll win fair wages after all.
When capitol serves civilization
we all will ha' a better nation!

Restless Sleep (5)

@rwspisak

Pen to paper, write it out
Pour that power
Let those verbians shout

I find if I scribble, between
Three and four
And chase those noise-Some phantoms
From my door

Then sleep returns
My welcome friend
then sleep I till seven
And home again

I rise to write
And pluck
From sleepy villagers there
And pinion restless worries, care
And visit friends
I might otherwise miss
And send them off
This inky kiss

I hope in some small way
this eases
And brings to mind and Head to pillowy breezes,
sends you to your rest, dear friend it pleases
Your beauteous, Soul Releases,
Finds its rest in art
The goal e'en at start.

Syndicalists, Socialists and Radical Groups(3)

@rwspisak

They grind the workers,
till their lives barely dust!
Mistreat them, beat them, in god we trust!

For all their working hours they serve
Each reachy demand of bosses
Hang on every word.
But: syndicalists, and socialists and radical groups
Dare Denounce the bosses and their plans, so uncouth!

Come early, work late,
till your in such a state,
work weekends do knee bends,
you'll have to stay late!

With nary a whimper,
and of course no complaint
While bosses'll sit back, criticize -
you're making them late!

But: syndicalists, and socialists and radical groups,
tell the workers their not worthless, stand-tall do not stoop

The bosses they monitor
each little step,
but if you've a worry bout family,
all you get is regrets.

each ha-step it is measured
as we all race the clock,
each keystroke,
each button's poke
is measured and managed.
No matter the damage.

Work early, work late,
till your in such a state,
work weekends, do knee bends,
you'll have to stay late!

With nary a whimper,
and never complain
The bosses'll sit back, criticize-
you're making them late!

But: syndicalists, and socialists and radical groups,
tell the workers their worthy, take a stand
Never stoop!

The bosses they monitor
each little step, but you've a worry bout
family, all you get is regrets,
each ha-step is measured as we all race the clock,
each keystroke, each button poke
is measured and managed.
All is monitored, and managed,
like a horse on a carriage

But: syndicalists, and socialists and radical groups,
are plotting and scheming their all in cahoots!

Imagine one day, if they each had some sway
and workers could manage
and DAMN! Have some SAY! ll

No more WAR!

@rwspisak

No more War,
Save your crocodile tears

No more War what's it for
Keep the opium growing
Keep the mining going
The blood flowing
It's all legit, you say it fits!

Don't tell me, it's about the women
Before you funded the Mujahadeen
The women wore mini skirts
If that what you mean

Before we funded the terrorists
Cause the socialists were on our list
We hired Osama, for his special skills
And then we paid ISI to launder the bill

Crocodile tears don't impress
You just want to explode it, erode it,
you like the thrills
And US taxpayers get to pay MASSIVE BLASTING bills

More War?
No thanks
Don't send missiles
Don't send tanks
As for soldiers they don't need any
After a thousand years, they sure seen plenty

Butterfly Eyelash

@rwspisak

Such sweet ephemera
Is life
A moment of beauty
The impossible voyage
Interrupted or
Captured on the tremulous leaf
Where wind a flicker of a butterfly eyelash

The gravities multiplicity of demands sudden clamor heard

Destiny fulfilled
AnotherSand mandala
brushed into a hungry future

The Tall Fall

@rwspisak

the tearing wearying
Slow stuttered pause, before the fainting tall fall.

High clouds loaded, seeded...
Polished by the wild wending winds
High clouds, wispy tendrils curl
Like Living moving things evolving shifting wings
Scattering the sun's powerful beams that bear the burdened
wavelets sing
Waves, quanta pierced,
Bite brightened molecules bent, redirected sent by mighty molecular bonds
Bolden breaking shaking states

Passing
paused by the solar passion's painted state
to collide and coincide tide to collect
Slaked to shaking break

Spinning arcing bumping microscopic dust,
tumbling pollen freighted carbon filaments dated.
Cooler gases slowly flowing gel.
Molecular Water Collides, abides
And turning tumbles tides

Slowly
Aggregating undulating waves, barely bonds burdened break,
water moisture mist fake, spinning mad molecular mazurkas
massed threads pass running rivulets of moistures mission, never but, tut! Tut!

ever bouncing in clevered buffeted threads, said.
Combining, twine-ing all about the rhyming.
Dancing darting swirls and curls of earth breath
gravity slowly swallows
Drops

Bouncy bundles tiny molecular water tumbles,
falling fakes taking shaken hands
Stands to blending descend

Thermals bleed off
Leads off down
brings binging
blending downward sending
Water wrapped around the tiniest particles blending

Surface tension
wears its painted particles proudly
Decorating these tiny
scintillating bundles thunders

As the aggregating bundles begin
the harrowing billowing ballet
and downward sail their extended tails. Without fail
they are seeking the leaking earth tumbling bumping bungling
Growing Glowing
Falling Faster Laughter

When the tumbling water runs down the hills of the wind
Racing the guttering gusts
Dip the Dripping sky rivers
tumbling
Racing cascades trailing
Down
Into
Puddles at
Your feet

Dressed in a caress

@rwspisak

Clothed by love
Caresses for dress
Bejeweled in kisses
Each much tongued touch
A Bright delight
Flair and flourish a fountain of hair
Finger tips to tender toes blessed
In the sweetness of deep longing loves
Blessings bold, never cold
The sweet breath
Another
Caress

Poets offer

@rwspisak

POETS OFFER, their little pearls,
some for boys, some for girls
Offer they, their little gems,
that catch them like the offshore winds

Be it gale for gentle zephyr, poets and what they are really after
the gentle touch of hand on heart
or even the BLISTERY FIERY PART

A poet reaches out to find, someone who's being
Whos' beautiful mind, shines and glimmers
without shade or shadow
Who's great heart leaps from peak to peak
with wings will soar past time, past stars
and in each others eyes infinite seek

Dead Immortals

@rwspisak

DEAD IMMORTALS - Why I almost chortled.
Osiris and SET, have you met yet?
PLUTO and Hades, by STYX , I'm nearly crazy

Hel from Helheim is really not the Queen of Death,
oh, let me see who is left?
Who is Yama, and what choo know about his Momma.
His Book of Destiny records whether your drawing disks or swords?
Yama is the god of death what else to say, is nothing left.
Yama decides what justice you'll get, which path is next
Yama its said, was the first man to die
So he gets to choose, whether you win or you lose he'll know why?

Then there Kanaloa king of the UNDERWORLD
and the teacher of MAGIC and from they say,
his daily life's, fairly tragic.

The Dark Dogs of Death, or the D'jar'anin
are the ghost dogs who serve their master, Wolgaru.
WOLGARU gives the ruling,
and the DARK DOGS of DEATH do the CHEWING.

This cleans their shadow and makes it ready,
although you can hold on here - if this leaves you unsteady.
Osiris the great-grandson of Ra sat upon the throne of the gods and saw
He was the first Pharoah, yet still he saw, his fair share or sorrow

Yet proud Set, the brother of Osiris, was a covetous sort
and made plans for tomorrow.
Set built a, magic box with a very special brotherly, locks.
Set proposed a contest once Osiris was sauced,
It was a sure-fired way to get him, locked in the box.

Set poured lead on it, and threw it in the Nile,
he wouldn't confess, stole the throne, such a murderous liar.
Isis and Thoth, wrote a ritual of Life
and then Nephthys collected all the parts t'make it RIGHT.
Although Osiris lived again.
He could never return
to the kingdom of men.

14,000 Iranian Women (2)

@rwspisak

Fourteen thousand threatened
Fourteen thousand so far reckoned.

Fourteen thousand scheduled to die
Why? Fourteen thousand more for a hideous pitilous lie!

For the lie, they understood god, God gave them the nod
To use the awful lawful remorseless rod
Yes and kill all they like in the name of law and god,

To rule with such inconceivable evil
And steal these glorious souls
Unbelievable - Not content to despoil statues
And poison minds left behind - Their bloody story - And their glory find

They would try to silence truth, That Womens lives are vital
They would mark and mar these lives, And fill fresh graves with Womens lives
With their all their hateful murderous lies

Fourteen thousand will not ever be silenced, With this awful an pitiless violence
Fourteen thousand, Will not be silenced, Not now, or ever with this violence!

The quiet uncertainty (2)

@rwspisak

The mysterious blessing of fog, it's stately pace
Ambiguity and transformation
The veil slowly and dramatically reveals each yet unknown path.
Patiently waiting.

Transforming the ordinary
And embracing intertwining weaving the known and the ...
yet to be discovered in that rich nutritional broth
of the discoverable.

Ambiguity, rests quietly awaiting each new sweetness.
But this veil stubbornly insists on a stately pace, no galloping

but stealthily arrives
quietly pausing as it embraces in its weaving
Each slow careful step inter-tangles the known and the unknown
Yet, definitions and certainty are wisps
and eddies that continue to evade and
Fall Away
just out of reach.

Prana - Unstoppable (10)

@rwspisak

Energy dancing, all life-enhancing
Weaving and leaving through the ages and sages complete.
Through the seat of the chakras, the heat breathing seethes.

The breath of life that moves through and loosens,
the wavering tones that roam through each stone and each plant
and seeds inevitably through the dry and the damp.

The veritable spiritual dance of unstoppable life, beyond peace beyond strife.
It marks and jars the stars and springs the ringing bird's singing song
unwavering long. It ripples the laughing brook, and leaps and leaks through books
It moves the frog on the log, the fish darts at its wish and hums
in the dragonfly's sparkling wing. Ever and always linking body and mind refined,
sweetest golden energy divine.

The ring of the cymbals the ever-moving singing winds spins and dances,
leaps enhances. Across the earth and never stops, and fractures the face of the rocks shocks, the path the robin laugh hops,
the dancing of a million children,
the glassing fracture of frost, the shocking cost of rocks.

The interpenetrating energy enervating symphony,
that surges and seethes, and retreats and rocks with every heart beats,
and soars with the falling leaves call and the leaping frogs splash.
Pneuma the flow in and in Polynesian it is “manna" that sustains
and flows through it all the "force" of course, in sci-fi- lingo worth

The universal interpenetrating energy, Called by so many names.
because it is the flow uncapturable, yet we always chase after the indescribable
undefinable rapture, though eternally reliable tide of life.
And know it and note it, when gone, beyond sends.

Form finds in its flux enough, to coax a structure apparent.
Dancing dust in trust and beyond eternal spinning thrust the balanced dance of galaxies,
in balanced trance whether named,
as prana, chi or ki, It shall forever
never captured or bottled be

I'm going to punch-him-out,-go-2-jail,-and-b-happy(3)

@rwspisak

SAITH NANCY I'm going to punch-him-out,-go-2-jail,-and-b-happy
when he sends his mobs to play
does he worry anyway, he's sappy

I'm going to punch-him-out-go-2-jail-and-b-happy
take that rascal to the shed
knock off his wig
and taunt him good
like any good citizen shoulda, put im in a bag burlappy

I'm going to punch-him-out-go-2-jail-and-b-happy
how dare he send a mob to attack
and destroy our congress
using giant stacks of cash, if you ask me, pretty crappy

I'm going to punch-him-out-go-2-jail-and-b-happy
he better not show
I'll let him go'n
He can get roger stone to take him home
I'll kick'm in the but
He's just some kind of corrupting NUT!
JUST LIKE HIS PAPPY!

I'm going to punch-him-out-go-2-jail-and-b-happy
My very last congressional act
SEND THAT SOMMONABITCH
that moscow loving hack!
back in his threadbare SERAPE

Donate! Donate! Donate! Or Die!

@rwspisak

Dems please
Darling squeeze
let's not blame the electorate! GEEZ!

Biden "half measure" go slow presidency???
This ain't a business as usual remote control residency
End the student loan disaster
Remove the crushing debt we're after!

End the social security debate
Up the pennies Christ don't wait!
Oppose REPUBLICAN VANDALS AT THE GATE MENTALITY?
Speed up JUSTICE on this OBSCENE CRIMINALITY

Republican writing rules, TO STEAL THE ELECTION, go slow JUSTICE
with only small fry selections
changing polling, gerrymandering galore!
Then funding ghoulish right wingers with dem dollar whores?

When they announce in advance the only results they'll accept
is heads they win tails we lose! And you don't need to be some adept
To imagine what November'll be like
Racing a Maserati with a three-wheel bike?

Now you're blaming RANK AND FILE DEMS?
Sorry that dog don't hunt!
Supporting Inquisitional republicans,
who thought up that stunt?
Obama and Biden issue dire warnings
Wait till the weekend before the election
While Repubs the WALLS ARE STORMING

WAIT TILL A WEEK OUT, make a couple speeches,
while REPUBLICANS ARE ARMED AND DOLLARED AND BLOODY COLLARED
AND ARE ALREADY STORMIN THE BEACHES!
Starting a week out! Really? Why not wait till later?
When we have to unearth democracy out of some republican crater!

blaming voters - really dems
I once really thought we were way back friends
Dem money sent to prop up goons
When responsibility lands, you're sneaking out 'the rooms!

I thought they'd noticed January 6th
When republican strategy is to a rabid dog hitched?
I guess it was just tourists dropping by No-Big-Deal -
donate-Donate-DONATE! Or Die?

What will history say, Hooray! (7)

@rwspisak

What oh what
Will history say
When it places its marker
Over This way

Who will it find the ultimate hero
Which great leader
Will capture a zero

Which powerful movement
Will be dismissed with a shrug
What sudden humility
When it tugs out the rug

What feasting or famine
Will be most closely examined
What hillock what valley
Will ring up a tally

What generals movement will make some improvement
What teachers lesson will we,
on some future day reckon?

We can’t imagine what in some secret lab, far removed
May mar tomorrow’s face
If the masses approve

What disease or disaster
Will linger long after
What obscure unknown scribbler
Will out weigh fame’s fibbiler

What painter what poet
Will touch history’s heart
Or will some future despot
Stamp his foot on art?

Which election or coronation
We’re marking in our nation
Will bring some unknown disaster
Or thrill the street with elation
We hardly can guess
What history will report
of our current mess

Meanwhile Let's Continue
Hemming this fabulous dress!

The Statue, that wasn't (2)

@rwspisak

A monumental mistake
Had been made
A poster, that said be afraid
A monumental mistake
Had been made
An oh, an awful lawful
Debt had been paid
A monumental mistake
Had been made
There in the city square, been displayed
A marque of repression, the scar sadly revealed, no longer concealed
By bravado congealed

With an act of kindness
This blindness revealed
The stain of Abel
The issue of Ham
Who for centuries long
Been forever wronged.
But mistakes can be corrected
Scars can heal, once detected.
If only the ugliness confession reveals
If not selective neglected

A monumental mistake had been made
And revealed, slowly healed
Be not afraid , beds unmade.
The greatest mistakes, and the greatest harms done,
even ladders that matter have rings. What's been done.

Can be repealed once revealed
By honesty gave, debts can be paid.

All the wrongs and the tallies
From porches and back Alleys
Generations of relations, tangled rangled, mangled and rallied

A monumental mistake had been made
And now slowly and surely inevitably
Gone to its grave

We built a Gallows (7)

@rwspisak

We built a Gallows , yet no one saw
on a pavilion, before a million long wooden and tall.
not one picture shot, I guess in the middle of the mess,
they wanted it forgot.

We built a Gallows , yet no one saw
we built it strong, we built it tall
But we had banners, and T-Shirts, with mottos and all.
No one saw it, everyone forgot it
Not one picture, no suture or stricture.
Built a day ahead, Yet not one picture painted.
No splash or rouge tincture, no one launched to be sainted
just not even one picture was painted.

It was all in good fun, just to hang Mike Pense
he didn't get the message ol Humpidy Dumpidy Trunk sent.
What he thunk, the chunk, just didn't make sense.
Seems he was fit to be tied,
Unless he suddenly makes sense and quick relents- Ol Mike Pense?

YA SEE, BUMBLE BEE - Representative democracy
Just too complicated, Republican tyranny's simplicity supreme
You don't even have to know, what we mean!
Besides it might just be a dream. High speed freighted, its just a constitution negated.
Maybe just say, liberated again, my gentle stodgy friend.

It was built in the park and sat overnight
Yet no footage existed, it’s strange, somehow magically resistant
every photographer missed it.
No one monitoring social media, claims to have seen it?
Ain’t that convenient?
Then the secret service phone-logs somehow went poof
I don’t know about you, "meine petit dodgie",
But that seems like proof?

Not one of the guides, Who led those tourists before, has ever
testified, or even better yet been shown the door,
They're still on the floor of the House more mischief to make
that seems a mighty big mistake

Yes there were pipebombs, but no one’s been charged
So that’s one more, maybe two insurrectionists at large.
No one was charged, no perp walk for them
Like an unsexy liaison twixt Barbie an Ken.

Seems no Congressional miscreants will see any censure
Justice uninterested, no investment or debenture
So in the future, they’ll try it again,
We suspect somehow.
They're not democracy’s friend after all.

What will history say, Hooray! (7)

@rwspisak

The Election up ahead(3)

@rwspisak

Will democracy die
If so We’ll know the reason why
That nobody cared or voted or dared
And those who knew
We're mortally scared.

With demagogues and liars, and election deniers,
in spite of trials and judges,
for some the verdict is no more than smudges.

Up High on the stages, too many in wild technicolor rages
And too many sane ones,
Refused to play the game and done.

Is the hysterical press, a part of this mess? Yes,
but don't forget the honey of money, plays a sticky part,
and unleashes the abusers from the start
But don't throw the baby, out with the bath water I’ll stress. Even shout!
The free press is important a necessary pillar,
and the reportage and the news, is not just as filler.

If integrity flourishes
We know that truth serves us
And lies never nourish us. An facts ultimately encourage us!

The very most important part
Is exactly where democracy starts
Is right down here, in the peoples beating sacred hearts
If the community doesn't reach out
And build that magic bond
How can any but the contentious continue
With all that trash on the lawn

Are we beset by foes, gloriosky that's so true everyone knows
But please all you citizens, GEES
YOU MUST REMEMBER PLEASE!

That your neighbor's daughter and son
Are victorious, even when you won!
And vice versa of course!

And every victory of them down the streetly will improve every neighbor's house
And build democracy completely!

Let’s pull together
Like we’re in some kinda war
I feel I’d like to remind you
That's what history’s lessons are for.

And as for me, I place my reliance
On a Comforting knowledge of science.

Sa'laam

@rwspisak

Hand touches forehead
A blessing offer
A divine coin from that golden coffer

Peace and light extended
With that light that never ended
The calm and peace of the offered blessing
This calming wave, reduces stressing

Touch the forehead, chakra extended
All that trouble stuff of life then ended
Offered service, offered peace
Any clouded thought released

Calling calming from the highest self
Raining blessings from the highest shelf
No one higher than another,
All men shining equal brothers

Wishing too our sisters peace
From any and all those onerous burdens relief

In a world where pecking order reigns supreme
an acknowledgment of the sacred self, the exquisite dream.

The brilliant truth of inner light
Ah, Sa laam I salute you ,
your highest self the divine truth
Eternal Light!

S' Lamb (4)

@rwspisak

Who's that frolics there at play
S'lamb sure and sprightly as a summer day

A wooly mist, a skipping jest
Will grace the hills
Midst flowery blossoms blessed

Frolic and play amidst the grasses, gracefully as the sunlit moment passes
There amidst the flowering glory
S'lamb playfully fulfills her lilting tilting graceful hillside gilting story

S'lamb who framed thee,
also framed the lion, quoteth Blake, there's no denying!
What he spake

The glorious artist genius Blake
Whose poetic power
The dusty prophets darst forsake
As he wins them one by one to joy
And tickles every girl
And boy!

FORK INNA ROAD (10)

@rwspisak

LOOK – OH SHOCK!
ACH, MINE GOTT!
A fork in the road
Who Might have used it?
Who Might've bruised it?

Was it for a salad or maybe a cake
who should we tell, what would it take?
there might infact be some mistake
IS IT QUITE FANCY?
or rather plain
enscribed with the fuer d' li?
or something insane?

Like a lizard, a gargoyle,
or pat nixons face?
or the signature of margaret mitchell
that Ivanka just might fake?

Look there's a fork there
right on the line.
If it punctures the republican juggernaut
That by me, would be a fine, forget-me-not!

PUT A FORK IN IT
I heard someone say, And if it was Trumpie,
I'd say - then just POOTIN AWAY!

As old Yogi Berra proclaimed one fine day
When you come to a fork in the road
take it rusty or crusty, just take it anyway.
He wasn't confused wasn't insistent on rules
in baseball parlance, you might just strike without violence
JUST suggesting,
while your resting
Never DEMANDING compliance
he was sending you home
not Contanstinople or Rome.

I took Yogi and John's advice
they never have to tell me twice.
You can come to my room – oh FOOK IT! When I saw that fork in the road I just took it!

Reflection/Shadows (8)

@rwspisak

Here we find
The subtle space
Of light bereft an empty place
It almost signals a lightly brightly tritely
compliant quiet death

When some obscured and quiet fueled
By some solitary solid object ruled
Renders to a light kind of toxic flight
Terminantic frantic slight.
The blurred soft edge a smudge of light.

It renders thus this quiescent silence
To these photo quanta light
a kind of apprentice servant to the night
But here above the brave green earth
And similar turfing tennis fence surfing .

The shadows soft
As if lopped off
With a fuzzy gauze-ish veilish squash.

But out in space
And in that other airless lunar place
The shadows crisp
Light neither sifts nor sweetly drifts
Doesn’t, shifting splash
But
Speaks na-MARE with a lisp.
It’s teeth so sharp
Strike to the heart
The edges keen, unlike a gauzy playset frayed yet, dream.
So sharp, like unto a dagger straight to a strangers’ startled heart

But soft
When again, light
Upon this earth shall fall
Interceded intercepted
But by the softening air subjected

We’ll see it fall
And so then so faded
Hard edges, always compromised
The very Air unbraided
It’s gift, the sifting lift now shaded
Of sub-microscopic molecular drift.

Reflecting, when
Wanton vampires don’t
And liars won’t
But honest men
Who calls us to mend
Will mark his magick face and force
As the mirror’s dear-er clearer friend
Of course.

Egzagerate (5)

@rwspisak

Exaggerate the difference
one to another
Never say once, ever say that they are all brothers

Hype the distance
Emphasize the difference
Keep'm fighting one another
And Yet
they drink side by side from breast of mother

Cite the crimes
count the wounded
Never say
That they're both human

All along
You know what you're doing
Never even call'm human

With expletives decorate
Their every move
Push them pull them
Toward their doom

Cause that would all your plans
Just ruin
Set them, cite them,
So unstable

push them on!
Plant a bomb!
Just ensure they fight each other
Never let them call out brother

With all the sons and daughters striving
As if only a very few tickets conniving

Each are dangerous, live by cunning
every son and daughter running

All to ensure they never see
The plotting murderous richman
Behind the tree

Lost, Not Stolen (11)

@rwspisak

POTUS is pissed,
please tippie toe about the lad,
everyone's known for years
he's just plain mad.

He yells he swears,
a bully brute, he wildly stares!
His temper tantrums legendary-
And this moment in incendiary!

Would we have a "king" as mad as Ol' George
Pick your noisesome poison,
boykins surge!
And then take aim
You know the game-
and what he urged

But geez, for god sakes
don't annoy him,
Do not enter the round room,
and offer a bitchin batch o' truth,
Deploy'n

They planned this theft
Back one summer night,
and by their lights, they were sure they'd do it right
"STOP THE STEAL",
would be their slogan
No one would guess, what they planned
unless you knew 'm, you'd understand.

They always, always accuse their foe,
Of just precisely where they plan to go!

While your enemy is busy answering charges,
they'll never notice,
where you'll plant your varied explosive large-uns,
they keep em busy,
in a delirious tizzy
denying denying,
meanwhile while your busily
stealthily frying their nefarious plans to a sexy golden tan
acting behind the scenes
with bags of cash
to snatch democracy
and take it out, like so much trash.
As they enable each and every crazy schemes.
That's been thrilling their bloody dreams.

while over there
and up the stair,
They've set termites neath the floor,
and while they're at it,
they'll Jimmie'd the door

Confiscate, the ballot boxes,
store'm deep behind military locks(s)
bust the locks and stop the clocks
End the historic, count,
that very day, and announce
exactly chosen amount.

without the mail-ins,
who can say?
democracy throttled, manacled,
and murdered then locked away!

How will they stop's
What could they do?
Take it to our courts,
that's all they can do!
Meanwhile it's the end of democracy
Sure and true!

the courts will dismiss, with a hearty snort,
we've long ago captured enough of the courts
with the help of old Mitch the som-mon-nah bitch,
decades of progress
Are dumped in a ditch.

Mitch's never knew what hit him,
when our bully boys take their "toys" amid the noise,
go to his office and accidentally slit him.

A big bold plan,
hatched back in early July
With deniability galore,
and you know "fake news"
That's what it's for!

A mob enforcing,
Congress reduced,
under a hail of gun fire retired.
THEY ALL LOSE!

He pictured them all on the run,
It's Caesar's Senate again
all painted with blood.

They knew it only took,
a small dedicated group,
that clandestine they could buy and recruit,
they picked themselves a dozen names for these groups
well leavened with cash Ambition ranged and well armed to boot!

They'd storm the Capitol,
then proclaim marshal law,
selected victims, they had the lists and
Trumpy and his buds had pricked em.

Selected by these furtive men,
and democracy once and for all
would be at an end.
Just as Putin planned! God Damned.

Armed and angry,
the mob came prepared,
they were armed and dangerous,
the secret service didn't care.

They spoke openly online, as they planned their attack,
cause all along the secret service
had their backs.
FBI, CIA, secret service and more,
chock full of authoritarians well armed and sore.

They Didn't want to go through the magnetometers,
because just like thermometers the heat would be measured,
they wanted the pleasure, this mercenary force,
they had a plan, that'd get them through the door.

The mob hung back,
they didn't wanna be tested.
Not everyone knew the game,
they didn't wanna be arrested.

Old Donnie called out,
shut down , you clowns
the magnetometers he said
This crowds ok
they'll never say
They want me dead!
he wanted no thermometers
to measure the heat,
he wanted those soldiers before him,
to make their bloodlust complete

he would conjure,
he knew the score that would
launch them, to send them,
To break down the door

he could pictured
his enemies defeated,
and with these soldiers,
His victory's be completed.

Him standing tall
With him on the bloody floor
Of the Senate
The only glorious victorious
TENANT!

NOTES: Dad Farewell (7)

@rwspisak

Dad
all of what is left
Is the laughter
Thats all in fact, we're really after.

he walked into a funeral home
to unlock
And slowly, slyly, add to their rolling stock

he purchased a cupboard
He would never see recovered.
Knowing we would visit, a certain potent portion elicit.

he had stayed and watched her die
He must have, through those long lonely hours wondered why?
His Mom and Dad, and all those LOVE STREET, brothers and sisters
that he once had severed.

Cancer slowly took them each
Loaded them out, and stole'm like a thief
Unmade them,
like a bed unbleached.

Cancer too would take Joe and Ed
His brother harry slowly died,
Dotty, Dorth, then he cried.
He watched her fade
Slowly Slowly away to hide.
There in the final home they made.
The last lonely parade.

Resting, waiting, attended by the nurses sending.
As once more
he watched cancer take its course
and then one sunny day just one more
delicious malicious corpse.

Stole his wife away, little by little
right from her silent quiet middle.
Watched her fade, day by day.
Its slow cost, the loss delayed by only months,
then weeks, displayed then days.
Till only silence, no matter
what you say.
Although you might even pray.

He purchased the service
Stood there, took out his wallet
HE WAS CALMLY*PALMLY*NERVOUS*

Looked round at the trees and sky
He wondered probably why?
Paid the ticket
went to the parkinglot lot
took out his loaded gun
and he clicked it.

He paid the cost, bore the loss
Didn't want to be a bother
Like his wife and brother.
Nothing left to chance
no son or brothers glance
He invited death to dance, the chance.

His skin cancer diagnosis
near his eye, he noticed.
He had seen a neighbor, friend go
through this to the end.
The skin, the eye, the brain, the brutal pain.
In silence, no warriors death attained.
Then slowly doctor shrouded
slowly go insane, undoubted.
the lights flickered out.

He'd watched his wife of forty years fall
he saw his heroic brother
After all those years, and tears crawl.
Dragged around, a burden toted.
That wasn't him,
He chose full throated.
He would not fade , nor waste away!

He had a voice, he made his choice
Said his farewells
Setup his perch
where his ashed fell

then right there in the driveway
outside deaths front door
Undisguised put gun to temple
and said
NO MORE.

BRIGHT BRAIN MUSIC (2)

@rwspisak

The lucid metaphor
Establishes precisely what it’s for
A colorful cacophonous metaphor
Extended right out the meticulous door
The tap of a tentacle poised
The tickle of a wrinkle of a ventricle’s joys
A waving waft of blue tulips glances moist
Along the Seine near the Isle d’ France that sways
Admirable daffodils near a bubbling spring,
A waft of wind, that sunny day
Any old thing, conspired and hired, man-handled cling, upper arms
intricacy of finely worked jewelry sings

The bright brain food of delight
On a long impassioned heated seeded night
The bubbling Brook
The trouble it took
the flock, to ferry a hundred thousand
red raspberries.

The crisp edge of fine-lined paper
The thin wind of a frogs toe skin
A nodding Victorian ladies’ vapors
The pull of heavy water latch-key daughter neighbors

Each dancing glancing phrase enhanced
And the spirits that it raises
Chases, in red velvet shoes
Across the highly polished wooden dunes, the stained wood grain

in
the rain washed splash!
Whilst Dreamtime industrial commercial diving
deep inside the
sunken ship’s reside,
several divers prepared their lives to undertake,
between the pipes,
and metal fitted plates to break
They passed the fins,
the mask, to slip oer head as I prepared
to work once ready sixty feet deep unsteady
in the shifting green half lit deep
Of sunken freighter ship, asleep.

They somehow forgot to bring my tank
My unsettled hopes sank.
But buddy breathing till,
The tank arrived and seated chill.
So in special deep defeated journeys
contrived the trouble plot receded story.

Another brothers strivings defeated

Back to the surface from the dream Euclid.
Where yesternight they solved the very plight of hunger
by reducing
the slighted height of humans and thereby these firefly doings.
Thereby reduced the size of hunger and supplies. Until stored
them
on a shelf reside! These little boyos circumscribed in paragraphs
brief they would reside
And volumetrically reduced
And put to other smaller uses
DEAF! To Entreaties, ate their Wheaties.

Up high on their shelf
In the concrete garage parked
Rich in garbled gasoline smells
This Pockmarked Palace ran.
Twas plain he said,
What’s inna name.

But smaller portions
what could you be, distorting
Those Icarus wings
Well hidden in a tree!

There in the studied muddied middle
Where the ancient toys
Of girls and boys lie hidden
I’m the midden’s middle
First the burst
Guitar and then the fiddle terse.

Healing Repairing(2)

@rwspisak

Know Not, fixing brakes
That special pedal in the muddy middle metal plates at stake.
No nor job related breaks
Where away from work
Certain curtained minutes take.
Though sometimes large enough collage
To discharge in huffing bluffing stash ever loving Lost cash couch?

Min'ute minutes longer tongs responder tough restore outdoors.

Nor break like vases launched toward stony floor,
CRASH - contorting last resorting fragments pierce and more.
Where smashing tiny shards and pieces dash and dodge
Throughout the garage replete.
Only later to be found in tender feet
Complete.

Nor break from war?
Whats more might muscled soldiers sweethearts yearn?
Or long sought socked and soaked villagers spillages turn?
Though pleasant peasants crops and tops be burnt and scorned.
And haughty sorties turning soils sporting spoils poisoned to be burned?

On our munificent militant armaments stockpiles never lever adequate,
stacked in fact against the statistical missiles
launched and staunchly raunched so crudely rudely
Splintered, and more from Stolen Summer Cindered floor once more.

As mobile moguls mountainous profit saunter and ever goering soar,
While dear darling daunted diplomats
Nod, knowing all too well whats always tall ways,
once they're instore ,
mighty, blighted steaming stacks of gritty gore! Unrequited!

What vaunted unvanquished billing villainy
ginned up in photogenic thrillary roars-
in photo pages outrageous enemies stored.
Since more silent compliant political pledges
on pounded podiums ledges rushing ever onward
and judiciously deliciously only
onto to more war endure!
What else are those mottled millions for?

Seems destined
No not never ever questioned.
Without rebounding sober reflection rot there,
ever, just lie in store???
Unsold reported bold!

Stop
In stopping pop!
And stopping end the rosed three red receding reading thread.
Growing stacks while
Forty whacks betrayed upon the head
Poor Dead Ahmed.

Before your sons and daughters
Add their blood in buckets
to the slaughters waters SHAKE!

S t o p

13.8 billion years

@rwspisak

Are you only counting tears?

The universe measured by sages

All the marked and unmarked pages

And the sages persist

And the long lingering

Kiss

Zeptosecond, Yocto-Cocteau Second (10)

@rwspisak

Minutest measure
Splitting tiny infinities treasure
Fragilities, sterillities, measure on measure.

One ZeptoSecond
Reckoned by physics
at a trillionth billionth of a second
unspliced belief, free-range beef relief,

A decimal point, precisely, followed nicely,
by twenty zeros and a tiny kindly only lonely ONE.
Son-of-a-gun.
What an infinitesimal vessel, very little time for some fun.
point-oh-oh
oh-oh- oh-oh
oh-oh - oh-oh- oh-oh,
oh-oh
oh-oh- oh-oh
oh-oh
then anointed by a one

Those twenty zeroes each one a place holding hero,
not to be outdone they crowd about a simple solitary won.

The only measured time shorter, A yoctosecond (ys)
a simple pimple, a single septillionth of a second,
by scientists beyond the border is now connected.
At least so far, the smallest solace WOW - and how RE-COLLECTED.

SCIENTISTS have measured, this tiny little treasure.
It only takes 247 ZEPTO-SECONDS, for an electron' to voyage across
a wholey simple hydrogen atom vast,
unless a stop signs cross,
or a lost crossing guard took a little time to floss.

A trillionth of a billionth of a second,
a couple zillion tiny heartbeats tapping feet - I reckon.

To measure the speed of light, inside molecular space
watch out that electrons gone positive
Lost without a trace.

THE TINY'r finder was realized and with lasers congealized
This special laser used its hues
and pummeled to bump a lumpen quanta
selecting an electron,
Using a PETRA III , and one, two, three,
pulverizing a single Hydrogen ATOM
setting it's little electrons free!
I'm positive.

NOT JUST ANY LASER the PETRA III
you see an X-RAY LASER RAZOR
to cut a part the simplest atom, reducing an electron
to a skipping flipping, rotating dipping.
A WAVE REPLACED as the electron bounces
announcing the waves pronouncing, them slaves
read by the COLTRIMS
(Cold Target Recoil Ion Momentum Spectroscopy)
A XEROX-COPY of TINY TIME's MICROSCOPE out in the lobby.
Whose entire shot shook, AND TOOK
two hundred forty-seven ZEPTOSECONDS, a new Olympian value recorded
never before reported.

PRETTY IMPRESSIVE FOR A LIGHT LESSON.
all for the cause of Quantum Computing
and SUPER CONDUCTIVITY
Which so explains with veracity, a Quantum Garage full of Complicity

So if time is short, so lets just say,
OMG think of just how many ZEPTOSECONDS YOU STILL HAVE TO PLAY!
so tell'm you'll be done soon,
And soon is, before a dozen Zeptoseconds, have passed at last
you can leave the room.

"Doubting Science" as Service

@rwspisak

Exactly what part of the explorations
Do you favor
Study weather or should we do that later?

What kind of science
Is in compliance
With your plans - what can you stand?
You'd say no to study of virus from Afghanistan

What can of science
do you favor?

What can of science
Where should we put our labor?

How about the oceans not something 's you've got an interest.
How about human Biology? No money in it?

Medicine? Or Viruses?
Doesn't change your tires?

What are the things you'd like to study?
Tell me please, will ya old buddy?
all those tedious experiments with electricity - we might as well go climb a tree!
Do you drive carriage pulled by horses or does even animal husbandry make you nervous?
How about fire? Whaddya think just a fad? Or Does all that thinking, just make you mad?

four hundred and seventy million miles (5)

@rwspisak

DIMORPHOS and DIDYMOUS
QUITE A PAIR
We thought we'd strike em but
we'd settle for a SPARE

Didymos Reconnaissance and Asteroid Camera
for Optical navigation
(DRACO is all it has 'ah
ITS SOLE MISSION is the SMASH
and give the ASTEROIDS a Forceful PUSHY BASH

Speeding at Dimorphous
at four miles a second, dart headed for its final destination
with a kind of ai assisted arival RESERVATION.
not to land but just to wreck in
also a very special kind of noisy check in

Racing to a rendezvous
just to Knock it about
And then we're through
Determined to shake and Shout
A tiny defensive earthquake make
4 miles in one second, makes quite an impact
Or so it's reckoned make no mistake

Dimorphos is the rendezvous
One tiny tap for makind
A brutal slap, but it maybe sublime
The journeys through the deep distance mapped
planetary defense
at an asteroid, shoved from its position relentless slapped.
We're not opposed we'd like to keep our current rents
a special frugal kind of defense

BUT T'WILL BE MEASURED
JUST WHAT SERVICE
DART has made it, or should we be nervous?

THE ENTIRE SCHEME a kind of SCI-FI DREAM
to push about from this tiny spot
a chunk of heaven, from one to eleven.

Dimorphos had many similarities to other asteroids
that our rockets have visited instead of avoided
that spacecraft from Earth have gotten close looks at recently,
particularly that it resembled a pile of rubble rather indecently

CAN WE MANUVEUR a great space rock
despite all the destruction - GIVE IT A SHOCK
Even more damage the rightwing can do when they MOCK
from their antique vantage

We'll see in the coming weeks
when from all the space telescopes
send in their recent peeks

What you ask is the colon, semi (17)

@rwspisak

Sausage casing doth contain a modicum of grace, and a little grain
Ideally cleaner as it's new packing part, to retain.

Once it's cleansed and positioned there, midst friends, and purged thence from its former more pungent blends,
to taste!
No Never Not ever, a Waste!

Is it an apostate, a pariah, is this something I must always say a flyer!
while its cousin, the colon is, simply two dots one down low,
and one above, it tis. I almost forgot thee, o' thou, thirst quenching jugs!
One below, one above how proud.

That pair is exactly what the semicolon
is not. I dare you! Deny, you that?
Upon this spot! I'll eat mine HAT!
Aldus Manutius, the Elder, in 1496 a really rather obscure though literate fellow
use it first in his book called De Aetna, with none not even one regretta!

Semicolon born in Venice; in 1496
was meant to bring an elegant pause, though hopefully, not to rile up the hicks.
Before the second clause added more and passing then;
through that special hand-carved ancient door. And THEN!

An isolating pair,
these marks while not quite contentious this pair so stark.
Yet they somehow seem, to raise their share of sparks!

It was born in a time, when experimentation
ruled the sparely literate fairy clime.
It was born in a distant period,
back when a common comma splashed
wasn't taken so serious, though with a flourish dashed.

Those who rushed to use it,
Sought not just to attach to a comma
a dot above, to spread to, this particle of punctuation.
It's own special elevated kind of love

Began it was, in ancient wilding days
When the rules of punctuation, Were hardly locked in place.
Italian humanists started the rage,
When writerly chappies first stained the page, with mottled dottles.
Heedless, and seedless of the practice of foreign former days!
Going to wild elevated places
Uncontained unCAGED!

The humanists put a premium, on eloquence and elegance.
Which is one reason why,
the fame'd frame'd comma's simplicity becometh and added upeth
the newly bejeweled crown's opulence.
With this fresh kingly crown on its simple head,
it gains a reverent sentience and a pausing ha'stepped cautious tred.
The former comma now hath a crown,
from that very day forth the NOBLE SemiColon was found.

From then Every copyist, who made the better sort of list,
engaged to make a double of each leather bound volume kissed.

They took the trouble, to crown the comma with its dot,
now the delaying because this new crown a royal ruby Dawns.

Adding their very own flair to the mysterious dot a'hovering in air.
So the silly thing had gained various precarious and comely wings!
So stylish and pretty, well worth an four part art song ditty.

Rendered with viola, pianella, and flute!
With an occasional arpeggio, with Margaritte del la Munchin of Ontario,
on the fiddle, sitting smack dab right there in the middle.

The Italian humanists with their illuminated scripts, sought
excellence in writing, on every third and fourth nightingale Shipt.
And they frequently bought
Monks in abbeys to redraft a transcription of those first few editions,
with no unauthorized revisions.

Semicolons predominated, as they on their abstract reasoning meditated.
Medicinally applying Port, to settle arguments that arose of that sort.

But semicolon did survive!
That among many several tribes.
As reasoning writers sought to weed out the all too common weak-minded blighters
Who might otherwise scoff
At what they scribbled or loffed!
At all the deranged muttering
And sneered at all that dad-BLAME NUTTERY!

Returning to the END;
The gastric pathway
Provides the route
Containing foodstuff
Until the chute
Drops RIGHT DOWN to the very boot!

Maybe we should edit
or just then dudes forget it.
and just do a colon-Oscopy

About Spider Consciousness

@rwspisak

I try to imagine processing a world with multiple compound eyes,
a dozen dancing darlings dodge
catch caught the latching laughing leap
and tender fibers dance extending from each chancing glancing limb
sensing not only the earth's passing exhalations,
but also the immense intense staccato pressure of the passing flapping fly
or the dallying crazy bouncing flouncing dance of a butterfly's weaving chance
passing flashing by a dozen sparkling spying eyes
What a marvelous dazzling darting life it must be.

Then we see, bouncing onto our dancing dinner mat
some delicious gentle fly's prance.
Excited iridescence in its fast-beating enthusiasms.
We are wakened from our dreamy musings,
from our somnolent dreams of dizzying heights and leaping captures.
Such strong drink
freed from its shiny broken mask.
Pinned forelegs wrapped taunt
and tugged secure.

We leap looping our shining threads
over legs and wings
our dinner companion repose and soon,
when the soup is on quite ready,
just now dessert arrives.

What shaky steadying pulse
another beating tattoo on the world's great drum ear,
listening to each captured foots tap
straining its pulsing print, tugs. lags, tugs exhaust
Each beat calling
food here, food hear!
tap pause, tap tap

Share its snarling Snare
its translucent wings and many faceted eyes
staring sparkling shimmer,
how I must chime and chortle
each time as I pass in my looping dance,
staring wildly immobilized by my snaring snarling loops.
My dance magnified and multiplied in those myriad shimmering eyes.

Straining
each wing inevitably pinioned is my plan.
How many must he
sees he of me, as we approach and bounce on my darling sparkling carpet
fresh woven of dreamy dazzling diamonds silk.

Though airlets and raindrops pelt my bouncing threads,
and one by one as dinner guests arrive. I must chance my ancient dance for them,
first this way and that, sway we the waving day together.
Each loop, quieter and smaller then only
the little snug tugs.

As I my special sauce prepare.
High above the loving ground
we airily float, dancing amidst the shaking leaves
and the towering trees
while slowly, slowly, gather they here for me my bounty.

Dining complete
I clean each febrile leg,
wiping my sweep keeping
each fine bristles
free to glisten listen as they each eat the hungry air for me-
with every tender touch,
each kill courtesy, curtsy and bow and look
in comes the guests now.
They call, after all, to brush unrushed and stay
they found their dizzy dancing airy way
here into my hungry heart.

Each enthusiastic guest brings their special gusto,
each thrill signals zest their vital urgencies auguries.
While I wait, my hungry children are at their tumble play.

Space is the PLACE(8)

@rwspisak

LIGHT: PART I

Pulsing photons, so ex-ex-excited
Bent and flipped by flowing amperes then ignited!

Until when
the Brewster windows' breeched
Till then, not the tiniest glimpse
of quantum shifted light can ere be seen.

Once the specific frequency's precisely
reached then for fascinated photons,
Brewsters window provides relief.

Breeched like a whale poised on the sand,
unless the laserist takes it
in his Digital hand.

The lazing gas,
atoms rushing all in synch.
And then those lucky viewing few
Begin to gasp and BLINK.

Laser beams reach skyward flying,
atomic colour pure, there's just no denying -
the lure! Seminal Vessels Pure.

Spirals, bending beams and fans of light,
colour almost too pure, almost too bright?
The eye overpowered by pure atomic colour,
a dazzling miraculous sight! Auroras gift to DISCOVER!

The eye recoils, amazement follows
And tunneling beams of light,
breeching empty space the shallow hollows!

Photons ringing colours
boundaries singing!
Atomic Colour on retina impinging.
Laser Light Sight
the Night is RINGING! Bright!

Whether caged and staged
in a planetarium dome or arcing cross the sky toward home!

Whether Dazzling with starfire,
or painting animated figures on buildings
Those impinging plying flying colours shine so thrilling

Pin prick beams, fanned by mirrors sending,
thermal bending prismatic panoply of colours fevered blending! Coherent light frequencies so pure,
seeming to open in our eyes a special optic neurotopic door!

Space: PART II

The region just beyond the planetary orb
Outside the atmosphere and all it's for
Between the planets, beyond the solar flare,
what is it, one wonders, what's empty, who would care

Outer Space begins at sixty-two miles,
where the blue blends to black, a shocking most Inhospitable sight.

So Very little dust and with low pressure leaves,
No place for sound, no place to breathe
We couldn't even hear you sneeze.

The Kámán line we call it below, a place where we breathers,
we were never intended to leave or go!

The Kámán line, an imaginary line you find,
there are not enough molecules of air,
not enough for you, or even me?

Distances are bigger dear, in outer space,
we use the speed of light, to measure the vastness of the place.
The distance light travels in just over a year,
that's exactly five point eight trillion miles, from what I hear!

Space is expanding the experts say
But will it collapse
Just like the last gasping lapse of a popping balloon,
who can say?
How soon

Infinitely expanding some would have it
On and only like a very bad habit
We can see back thirteen point eight billion years,
just magnify that through your crocodile tears!
Thirteen point eight billion years ago the universe started,
was it a sneeze or had some god farted?

The one thing that space has lots
of is the glow of COSMIC MICROWAVE BACKGROUND,
known as CMB
it's sort of the echo of what happened back then.

A universe? A Multiverse?
Who can really say
Just climb back in your sandbox,
with your shovel and bucket,
Whatja SAY?

The little voice in my heads choice (5)

@rwspisak

Leaping from Mesozoic to madcap Manhattan Metric
Currying favorable fossils, with abandon
carving cuneiform calculators,
for out of borderless disorder.
Would you stand-in.

As the central galactic black hole shifts
and checks if it's atomic clock stopped as if?
while painted Pharisees and Sainted Farrah's cousin's Steve
doesn't fit the latest dozen fossil finds from ancient times
declined the realignment chime.

Finding "tiny hobbits" and the "burley dragon man" in INDONESIA Island hopping.
Happening demurely curing the Paleontologists paranoia.
Or so it might seem in your dreams.
Euphoria in your fullest Gloria!

Homo Flor-en-SEE-en-SUS
Nicknamed the hobbit,
by Scientific Habit
Has been found to inhabit, from 100 to fifty thousand years ago
In hardly seems fair even though
Their feets were large
And prolly furry, they scampered about their jungles, and that's their story!

Three foot, and six,
from the available skeletal fix,
they hunted small elephants and large rats,
and everyone dragged behind a ragtag bag of bats!

They hunted stegadon this much we know,
for they found evidence of these teeny tiny ancient elephants,
relevance where these little Flores hobbits lived,
with the bones picked just so!

Where the origin story, of the three little pigs,
really and truly begins, without ever needing original sins.

These little hobbits developed habits dodging Komodo dragons
tossing flagons of strong wine at'm till
they eventually reverentially declined.

Although their feet were huge, they never wore rouge, or used metric calibrated tools,
they however depended on sixty second rules,
and dependably confounded and expanded
left handed Cassandra's Blues!

Jellyfish that float high INNA Air (8)

@rwspisak

Jellyfish that float above
the clouds the rain and even love
Their live their lives without a heart
and just for fun
they have no brains, not even one.

Jellyfish you see is almost nothing
but the sea -
95% water, oh, glory be!

They have no brain, no heart, no stomach
They function at a simple level and are never flummoxed.

They cannot it seems ever wield a shovel
they have no home, not even a hovel.
The simple nerves that they have, must serve
to detect touch temperature and salinity
but only in the tentacles, in the immediate vicinity.

They can it seems sense light,
even though they're actually not very bright.
And one thing that seems a little heavy
is they can actually sense, gravity.

They know, they kinda really know - Which way is up,
and then try ta finda. Then its right there in their CUP!

They sense light via light-sensitive cells
along the ridge of their skirts called rho-palia.
And that's really not true
for all of ya!
I can always deny-iah!
You Dad-GUM Pariah!

Statocysts provide their sense of balance
on that, you can depend and have reliance.
Rho-palia are spectacular in SCUPHO-ZOA
And if we had,
just a little more time,
I'd be glad to show ya.

BOX Jellyfish have 24 eyes,
I'm sure you can see, with your lonely two.
That should come as very little surprise.

But today my sermon ends with this,
how did the jellyfish get from the sea
up to the sky to kiss?

A special breed of jellyfish, I can tell you guy,
hoisted himself up to the clouds on a kind of wish.
This was one lonely poet of a jellyfish.

Who'd seen enough and heard enough
of the clan called man.
And he was sure
if he could get to the clouds,
he knew he can!

Then he'd put one over
on that noisy crowd.
And then guess whose voice'd be very very loud!

He found himself some sunken radioactivity
and decided he would use it to defeat that demon ol'GRAVITY!
He hiked up his genes, reversed his heavy water
to airy light and then up he flew,
that very night!
Jellyfish don't really marry much,
and though they're tentacle to tentacle reaching
their kinda out a touch.

But then he split and discovered he'd invented a clan
that float in the air, it's all they can stand!
THEY FEED ON POLLUTION
so their tentacles suspenderous did grow
and pretty soon they were draggin across objects below!

TENTACLES Dragged across rooftops and then
sooner or later
they grabbed hold of men.

Longchain Lipid Walls (9)

@rwspisak

Bravissimo! Whole-mistaken mistletoe MIS-Shapen rippling
Resplendent Though tripling
Notwithstanding pale-hued blue-fin
Idaho!

Microcystis- prickly sticking rhinoceros ticking wild unraveling
Some might call it vaguely waving
Just to wry it, no denying
it still trickling
Impossimus pre-and post-OP
-prosperous

RITA & Frida found
There on the sparkling
Gravelly Ground

Or cloying to the Royal toying few
Ridiculous this
Tripiculous, splendiferous
Britanicus Germanicus DEMANICUS

"Little Boots", he might have been
And hoisted foisted, there with the men
Above their heads
Though the spear points
Might bee too dear his curly head
His lusty love untrammeled
Sure Mister and Mistress fed.
Among the tousled blanket led.

Made it clear, down toward
Obama
That while BACTERIA MIGHT BE QUITE SMALL Ma'

if you
Listen
You'll detect
The whistling maw, and lonely homely pine tree bisect detected
Homeless Nexus

Oh you know the mercantile madness
Shows, Quite Outlandish
In the autumn trailing hand press
Withstanding Miles Standish
Poppin

Which night's awful nee'
Got'm GOTHAMS DRAWL
THE mightiest All waste conceal their glee!

The GREATEST FAKEST
Cell wall, of them all
Unbreakable Nucleic Acid - Unshaken
Needling stalls, the phosphorescing lazy Protein-A-ZOID
Lipids soon recall
Long chain carbon after VOTING
Soon withdraw!
I'd like you noting
As I paddle here
While boating.

BACTERIAL BRAVADO

@rwspisak

Bravissimo!
Microcystis- rhinoceros
Some might call it
Impossimus

Or cloying to the toying few
Ridiculous this
Tripiculous, splendiferous
Britanicus
"Little Boots", he might have been
And hoisted foisted
Above their heads

Though the spear
Might bee too dear
His lusty love
Sure
Made it clear
That while BACTERIA MIGHT BE QUITE SMALL
if you
Listen
You’ll detect
The whistling maw

Of mercantile madness
In the autumn
Which night’s
Got’m GOTHAMS DRAW
THE mightiest
Cell wall
Proteins Lipids
Long chain carbon
Soon withdraw!

Oh those tiny flying fingers how they linger (15)

@rwspisak

Over thirteen thousand species as they leaky streaky
through the crystal quiet night.
Though some might fear thee, I would appeal, see.

Continue as you please, dine mightily, nightily,
on those hovering bugs that bite and sting and hug,
all those the ones, we do not love!
Over thirteen thousand species, global in your reachy,
and so, your tiny noble falling feces, prolly fell,
on Martin Luther’s theses,
on a night so long long ago.
Agile flyers, no not deniers, darned wondr'ng admirers
even little birdies, all those feathered boys and girlies, they all admire thee, o thou king of flexing hex-wing fliers.

Some of your kin, though tiny and thin weigh less than a penny,
though others, not many, have a webbed wingspan of six feet complete!

The scientific name of your family is Chir-op-tera,
which means, even to Frank Sinatra,
in Latin, "hand-wing",
which gives you standing, albeit modest demure,
I’m thinking, as your landing.

yet as proud she is, sadly this,
you’ll find no painted dainty fingernails on her,
as she sails! With stunning nerve, a lotta flexy flexy Verve.

The only flying mammal, although we’ve sought and scrambled,
you’re unique and flighty,
all through the nightie
which you handle beyond compare!
As you flicker spiral you awesome flyer
flying spying in the night's sweet air.

You’re clearly our friend, cause in the end,
you hunt and then snatch
for your lunch a well-matched
munching insect crunching,
complete-Oh!, farewell oh - thou MOSQUITO!

Flit and flurry decked out so merry,
out for your evening's dining dancing glory,
go forth catch a smug bug
up there in the air while they're on the wing!
It’s your thing! Go do your thing!
Scientists who study the darkling flying buddy
say two sizes, sum you up, from their study!

Microbats, with tiny caps
flit and flying in the night!
And Mega bats with tall silk hats,
the topper is a whopper

with a wingspan, I understand
is a tenth of sixty feet! Pretty neat!
Using echolocation,
summing up the situation
while flitting and flying there’s no denying,
you’ve the master flair of air!

Using high pitch sounds that echo and rebound,
you’re a veritable flying chorus of the air,
as you’re winging always singing,
just averting aerobatic disaster, as your alerting
always averting, these darkling obstacles,
absent tiny spectacles!

Combining and refining echo visions,
with seamless precision,
using ever-widening waves of sound!
A song, ever so delicate and dedicated quite profoundly stated!

High Above the ground! Unencumbered, liberated!
It keeps you flying there avoiding obstacles where,
no chart-topper,
hip-shaking, hip-hop making, golden record-faking ever found!
The mega-Bats are tropical fellows
feasting on fruits and pollen to boot,
and they have great large eyes and a great sense of smell,
although from the ground
you could honestly hardly tell.

Our friends the bats,
whether eating bugs, or singing their hits,
while they swoop and fly and flit, seldom, climb
UP-on your neck to nestle,
no. my friend, you’re not their drinking vessel,
despite that old count in the castle,
no bat worth his hat,
will take a bite of your neck,
heck, I with science checked!

Ship'm Out (3)

@rwspisak

De Santis grabbed some refugees
Loaded them up in two and threes
Thought he'd have a little fun
And show those librals how it's done

Then his buddy Abbott tried to show him up
He made them take a filthy bus
To show'm he's a guy to trust

Promised homes, and jobs and schools
So thereby broke a dozen rules
DeSantis has 12 million bucks
He'll put'm in planes and trains, he'll load some buses
All to show he got conviction, though he's Catholic,
he's got no CONTRITION.
Though all those bishops took offense
When Biden preferred abortion laws made sense
And forbidden the sacraments the bishops said
Although the pope when over their heads

DeSantis moved to push 'm off
And say no room in Floridas INN
THE BISHOPS GOT NO BEEF with him
Specifically on Friday don't cha know
The bishop don't care where the buses go!

And yes old abbots got the habit
that some call rabid
of sending refugees to libral gown towns.
gather'm up and ship'm round

Hope'n to steam some educated scholars dump'n trash on their porch's doorstep smaller
Let's see he said, See how perhaps
if these multitudinous mariachi's disturb their naps

Will Justice ever pay some heed
Of all these jokers dirty deeds
Will they grab this dirty laundry
And collect these evil miscreant
All an sundry,
Which trials they deserve
Otherwise fron out this course
they'll never swerve
As anyone can tell!
They're the ones belonging in a cell.

Bye bye Lizzie (mourning morning mourning)

@rwspisak

Hugging trees a fine resort
When all the town, seems on report.
The tree shall never mind the embrace of arms or decline.
And even the wee beasties live'n in the bark,
and see no harms or dispute with SNARK.

Sure there tis a better use of time
Than to waste' a morning moments to honor fine
Monarchy, that resurgent detergent
discordant rhyming chime

I will not disparage any lass
Whom once upon these mortal coils did pass
But I'll never bend
This god gifted knee
For those would roughly rule over
Thee and me!

- the powers, is where it lives
in the people
Not the "crown" or the "steeple"

Too many missiles my brain whistles

@rwspisak

If all the arms merchants lost their greed,
wherefore for gods-sakes would be the need,
for all those bullets bombs and missiles
More missiles than a field of thistles!

Too many guns too many bullets
and talk about H-Bombs,
must we pursue it?

Wasteful poisonous devastation-visited on far too many nations,
we've prisoners inquisited.

Lingering poisons buried mines,
what a gift we've left mankind

Buried in a bomb(3)

@rwspisak

Hidden in a power plant
Where atoms surge work in fission tank
Where pipes exchange atomic energy
With warlike death they've found an affinity

Nuclear rods, in this dangerous pot
Have been added maiden to a military funereal futility spot

The Russians parked inside a missile tank
And thus it is they've added to the dang'rous stew
making warfare 'een more rank

A safety zone of sorts,
These dolts have made
Protect it, or you'll have a gigantic continental grave
Of is it
Just the northern part of the entire planet
this massive death plot they've elevated
to a special terrestrial uneven level kind of art?

This safer safety zone, have they -signs say:
Don't Disturb us, We with our missiles stored
They are want to say; We've now a nuke fence
Don't Dare Disturb us
And you'll surely sooner have
Half mankind a top a mortuary slab.

Careless of danger
They've taken bombs
Placed them on the nuke plants front lawn
Stacked fuel up and bombs galore!
Go'head knock you on my glowing door

We'll be right here - Where they'll be
Radioactive warm and dangerous more!
Safe from ALL THE WAR TIME DANGER
There they've stored their bombs inside the radioactive manger

Fearless senseless are these mighty fools
They'd make a nuclear plant into A wartime tool
Suffice it said, Such madness there,
as the Python snake that dines on tail.

For as their careless with our world
Their funeral banners been unfurled.

Senseless brainless IDIOCRACY
Storing bombs and missiles
Where they should never be!

The little (ancient) voices in my heads choice (6)

@rwspisak

Leaping from Mesozoic to madcap Manhattan Metric
Currying favorable fossils, with abandon
carving cuneiform calculators, so eccentric
for out of borderless disorder.
Would you stand-in? Should you oughta?

As the central galactic black hole shifts
and checks if it’s atomic clock stopped as if?
while painted Pharisees and Sainted Farrah’s cousin’s Steve
doesn’t fit the latest dozen fossil finds from ancient times declined the realignment chime.

Finding “tiny hobbits” and the “burley dragon man” in INDONESIA Island hopping.
Happening demurely curing the Paleontologists paranoia.
Or so it might seem in your dreams.
Euphoria in your fullest Gloria!

Homo Flor-en-SEE-en-SUS
Nicknamed the hobbit,
by Scientific Habit
Has been found to inhabit, from 100 to fifty thousand years ago
In hardly seems fair even though
Their feets were large
And prolly furry, they scampered about their jungles, and that’s their story!

Three foot, and six, from the available skeletal fix,
they hunted small elephants and large rats,
and everyone dragged behind a ragtag bag of bats!

They hunted stegadon this much we know,
for they found evidence of these teeny tiny ancient elephants,
relevance where these little Flores hobbits lived,
with the bones picked just so!

Where the origin story, of the three little pigs,
really and truly begins, without ever needing original sins.
These little hobbits developed habits dodging Komodo dragons
tossing flagons of strong wine at’m till they
eventually reverentially declined.

Although their feet were huge, they never wore rouge,
or used metric calibrated tools,
they however depended on sixty second rules,
and dependably confounded and expanded
the left-handed Cassandra’s Blues!

Avoiding Large Chips (10)

@rwspisak

Whether Potato or rosewood or even banana
Always avoid the greasy chips when dining if you canna!
Shun thou, ever, chipped beef, or even corn chips too
Unless you brought a great big bowl of spicy hot green garnished DIP, with you

Falling sidewise they might scratch
You may be spending hours pulling splinters out behind
then NATCH!
Chocolate Chips and Bamboo splinters
Are both a curse during long dark winters!

Even icebergs take a miss,
to keep on an even keel as they slip,
from gracious glaciers in their Cooly fervent zeal
Bent Bow skyward, afore they slip below the sea revealed
Making myriad period punctuating cubes
As they crumble willy-nilly amongst the rubes.

Rising ocean waters tides
Flooding streets and promenades
Provide and Guide the fishies in their parade
No longer puffing fat coral reefers
Down Dare, in the shade!

Down the sunken street mermaids glide and shimmer row by row,
As now the town is swamped,
they’re ever free to go!

With octopus(es) two by two!
With ten tasty teams of horseshoe crabs
scrambling easy as you please in their polyester brand
new vespas careening ere they go!

Sea turtles flopping
non-stopping flippers
in the very first rank
As the streets are flooded and slowly puddles muddled madly
especially lowly from moist and Sandy
As gritty surely as sprinkled sugar Candy!

Sailing ships and sea-going tugs
Watch the parade pass,
and then they shrug
And icebergs linger safely far behind,
unsure of themselves
and lordy mercy what dastard crimes they’ll find

If they run up against,
these giant ships
You better leave behind
a gen’rous tip
or at least some avocado DIP!

"the Troll empire? "(7)

@rwspisak

The moral midgets marauding parade
Focus their local logistics on digits
Counting only on their stacks of cash
Measuring life, in Pennies, Pounds and their sizable STASH.

Eyes locked on the coins in the slot
And their never empty gold pot
With paper dollars for their dress suit collars and cuffs, never ever NUFF!

And their dress shoes are papered and Lined
with the headlines from the evening's corporate news shines

They love to attend meetings
And while talking insurance get warm feelings
of stock debentures to their dishonest reassurance
and dream of rich mixing dated carburetors.

Moral midgets dream of daunted digits
Ones and zeroes are their heroes flaunting
they give their time to fives and dimes

They never contribute, to help the poor,
the see a homeless man and wanna send him to Afghanistan
if he can pay, they say

When a panhandler approaches, they get the notion,
to ask him for money, then thinks he's oh so funny

He takes candy from kids
I've seen it, it's true
At Halloween he get dressed up
And never stops till his trunk is messed full of candy and cakes
He's no fake taker this moonlike maker

The troll empires all around
If your heartless then you've found!
The central king of the thing
Is you!
I can tell from what fruit you do?

The troll empire
Is the trash masher a flyer
And stacks of the trams
Of couldn't wouldn't stand, the parlay of trolley
BE FREE of the TROLL EMPIRE
BE FREE of the TROLL EMPIRE

Cymbalism is in rhythm with any ism you can say
(Cannibal Carnival) Come what May!(8)

@rwspisak

Cymbolism a catoclysm in the clay of indecision,
that very day on the way, regardless what you say, countess.
Cymbolic production using a confusing metallurgical perfusion
forms a veneer resounding reduction round your heart.

And on an aggravating landscape of induction,
Casting the lasting shape of the crashing,
Cymbolic Melancholic words polished everlasting,
with a Tilshian of Ziljian and if only for a special escape the grape
on the list and a bay boy without a hat! Not a tiny-toy relapse from France
Then the hammering and careful crafting the everlasting
as each reciprocal ring of the DADBLAME THING's got to cling
when it rings on those microbial primordial restraint.

Unless and until, you welcome that famous Caesarian fainting spell,
like a bell that just couldn't gel.
The likes of a strike from a frame bending height,
to the velvet plush plight that bellorous cellulose night!
Molded and shaped, like that out of work grape,
who mistook the look from the hieroglyphorous book,
which retained the stain on your meticulous brain
with that reluctant and circumspect timing chain,

of a chiming arranging the cost, and in the heated street
standing a welcome mirage, you could park in your garage
and perhaps avoid the clement weather.

Until the echoes fade from the plants that we laid from end to end
with the closest of friends an amorous calamatose befriending trend.

The diminishing finishing a likely constraint-
of the shaping and grinding and from the mill finding,
eee- walks off the job and Carries the harrowing mob
till they gentle the mental clay, borrowing, beg and then rob.

Assaulting the salad with mischievous complaints
of the sinners and sinuous winners, while the saints
take their plates to the poor so they can out do the great out of doors.
And say true what they could do to be filled again
for the sinking ink wink befriended send.

Lest the UN-ENDING POLISHING
AND IN THE END TOLERATING
Symbol be set, like the cautious adept
Marking with a stamp what you can and you can't
with a dim corporate brush laid tall timorous Titinuous' claim on the brain.

And the cymbal goes CRASH
like it's a cashing scourge
On the savior's shoulders writ large
Let us free her at last,
from the onerous omnibus task.

With the last clasping snatch,
hand over the glorious store-I-bus
river the giver,
And under what hell dash!

The Moon steps free from shadow

@rwspisak

Oh moon, sweet silver darling of the velvet night.
As your tender foot traces and
Touches first the stage passing the curtain,
Clad in rich dark velvet of night

We sense the shift of your gentle approach
as the swing of celestial orbs marks the pace of your silvery dance

Supreme queen, whose each elegant step
Gilds and gleams amid the glowing clouds that know your tender fingers touch

There emerging
slipping through the gossamer tresses,
Of your wispy platinum showers chasing like melting mist
as elusive as a whisper
as delicate as a dewdrop

As your silver slippered foot traces across the treetops,
your platinum tresses, float airily above the hilltops
And trace with the silver wisps of your hair, the sleepers dreams

Max Planck Thank (3)

@rwspisak

Max plank, once sang out
Science only advances he shouted
When the last rank sank, and the old die off
and are routed
GOTTA scrape the GRAPE

Science only advances so they say
When the reluctant old guard's finally in the grave.

From Helmholtz and Kirchhoff he found little encouragement
but in his independent research, he got real enjoyment.
Without old Max, and his stairstep understanding
Einstein couldn’t have got that commanding rumble so tragic
Einstein built on the equation that harnessed our ATOMIC situation.

Quantum physics is a gimmick
That changed the entire world of physics
It was his insight the stair-stepping jump
that he figured out
in the past, it'd had'm all stumped

It was Clausius’s writings on thermodynamics.
That made him, laugh, and sing and drove him into a panic
the first law of the conservation of energy
put him in a positive frenzy
The second law of thermodynamics,
known as entropy was as clear to him as a peach on a tree

For "Energy Quanta" he's become known
a stair step of energy gave him a throne,
no random rising whimsical arc
From the JUMPS and energy glorious he won his BADGE Victorious!

A beautiful singer, a wonderkind talent
The originator of the quantum theory
On this planet. Can you stand it?

The Scribe does Imbibe (5)

@rwspisak

The scribe is tasked to catch the mask
And let it pass and tell the tale
as the great ship set sail.

The scribe tells the incredible story,
in all its nobility and glory.
Using simple tools, the ink, a tablet some rules,
sets fourth a tale and a third of the absurd,
all at once.

Telling and trelling the truth,
as seen like diamond starlight against the black velvet sky
I used to wonder why.
Its in the INK, I think.

Zaporizhzhia Anesthesia(6)

@rwspisak

Is in this place, lest we forget
The biggest goll-DURN - nuclear reactor right in Europe’s face
Bigger'n Chernobyl or even Fukushima
More dangerous than a ton of poisonous gas released,
in the arena!

It’s a nuclear plant, in a war zone cuz!
And any of sixty-six ways,
any damn fool might of done.
The thing could go critical, and now they've added MISSILES
and added BOMBARDMENT to a NUCLEAR PLANT???
but let's not be hypocritical. They sure can't.

The Russkies bombarded, and then took hostages?
Daring the Ukrainians to attack and just add to the lossages,
CAUSE ANY OLD EXPLOSION amid the CONFUSION!
Every mother son, for five hundred miles, and all the daughters too, they would lose,
It wouldn’t make you smile
if you hadda choose!

You see radiation has an effect,
ten times from what I hear,
on the fairer sex, by the day, week and year
and what comes NEXT?.
SEE they grow more genetic material,
by the day, week and month,
so radiation’s impacts outsized, when women and children are touched,

it's sadly proven science
on which you can have complete RELIANCE!
THE EVIDENCE IS IN ITS STACKED THAT MUCH!
RADIATION's packs an Awful Lawful PUNCH
The russkies armored up loading bombs, missiles, tanks, and trucks
and brought in angry hungry soldiers rank upon rank upon bloody rank
They kept the nuke crew at gun pointed,
telling them to just do their job, as they've been anointed.
providing them with power, while they steal,
murder and more, hour by hour by hour
The IAEA, came for a visit, it was neither excellent, nor rapturous, nor exquisite!
they promised Zelenskyy- free journos they’d bring,
but sadly the Russkies, on guard from the press,
wouldn't allow them so much freeedom it was such MESS!

The IAEA, is trying to balance between warring neighbors
each holding a thread, that isn’t too long, god save us!
but damn, let me tell you, It’s twelve kinds of WRONG!
The IAEA, in a balancing act, is trying to build peace thats a fact,
on top of Europe biggest SPOOK-TOOC-ULAR NUCLEAR stack!

Funny / Life story (4)

@rwspisak

But not like Robin Williams

This knave's a slicker trickster
Never gave or saved a conflict's mixer
Even embracing the ever chasing link of stink tracing
A living lying
Deaf N'trying,
friend denying.

A fool to feint the rule book frayed
And in each deft step he wept
snapped and trapped newly stooly laid brigade duty.

The trickster ever always played,
never tracking fact book denying investor buying blister
trying bruised crews.
Every thing fake from the bruising noose.

The laws saws a hobby horse to try and ride behind it slide.
or be ignored, another lying gambit roared
and shake each fake footstep they take
Adept- truth dodged and skirted, faces averted. Craning shaking Smoking Copts alerted.

That is at least one steady Freddy habit gored,
whored and floored, then well ignred

Betrayed and lied each day another died tried to rule and fool
Injustice was his tool

Never told "a lie"
but then another
dozen more would try
A basket of eels,
More slicker wicked feels.

Each dodge and spin, would draw'm in
And then he'd strip him to the skin
To sell a ragged fragged coat too thin

And now before the lordly sacred door
He'd toss a scrap then Spit on the marble floor
Denying ever each several lie,
And rush headlong to destruction denying
flies

Ten parts point to tears

@rwspisak

Making Tears a Ten part SAGA

Take the late night whisperings
Of the people down stairs
And the sound that a cat makes
When he's got the thing caught completely unawares.

And the mysterious sounds of cooking
When heard from the other room
And the megaton assemblage of a radioactive doom

The legendary lisperings, of the passing herd of snakes
And the menacing history of the pirates on the lake

The sound sometimes heard, climbing up the gallows,
on that dark and stormy night
And that look the kitty gave you
When you scared off half its lives

The preposterous preponderance of pachyderms laid late
there in the rare dark air
when measured neath the midnight moon,
and the serious slimy slithering
Whom echo late nights in your spidery eerie nightery
sullen shadowed room

That eerie howling nightmare yowling sound that echoes in the woods
And the crazy spinning skeletal grinning of those car lights arcing
through your darkling room at midnight rending sending shadows
bending blending lurching searching bony fingers finding rending nothing good

And the tearing and the ringing stinging
That surges in your heart
When your dearest friend, until the end
Manages in your face to fart

Leaving Secrets on a Cheap Carpet (5)

@rwspisak

do not drop'm there
lest you forgot 'em
Or if your lazy & leave'm out
The feds might GET'm

Do not leave you secrets
on the ground
if you do they might be found

Do not leave'm on a cheap carpet
Like the spy chief said
Don't leave home without it!

leave those secrets laying out
this way the maid, will have no doubt
of what a an IMPORTANT GUY -
I am , not just one more LOUT.

When I'm up late studying secrets
and get all tired from all those frequent MARKING (sigh regrets)

Whenever I need
Some tradin goods
From outstanding on that thin branch
There's Not much wood.

I'm Putin's buddy
I'm important
Not like those stinkin refugees
At the border

but boy I get some juicy stories
for when - I'm larkin!
It's not all GLORY
LIKE TEENAGE PARKIN!

Kim Jung UHN, And MR Orban
And that guy from Saudi with the TURBAN
I've only got chump change so far
Tomorrow we gotta do some tradin,
like the WIZ at some goddamn Turkish BAZAAR!

Nourah al-Qahtani was jailed(6)

@rwspisak

for "using the Internet to divide society" and "undermining public order,"

Using the internet to divide society,
Telling the truth, a clear sign of IMPROPRIETY.

Jailed since JULY of 2021
- Your problem, son, is too much fun!
When you're posting on the NET,
You hit return then, hey you forget?

For Saudi folks, it's not a joke
LEST WE FORGET - they have no hope.
No more than a little message to a friend,
then my gal, freedoms at an end!

Not any little criticism, will they brook
and when dragged to court
they throw the WHOLE DAMN BOOK!

What took you barely a minute to write,
almost without a moments reflection.
Could surely leave you, lest the moments deceive you
or for almost a century or more, bereave you
leaving only massive monuments of dejection!
and abject rejection!
and with how very few words it can be dissolved, believe'm.
EVER want a "take back" son?
Well so far, from the veritable tar of Saudi soil, you better run !
They allow NO DO-OVERS on Saudi Sand
like the hand of the clan-like the Afghan.
CAUSE ANY THOUGHT OF FREEDOM,
is banned even from any religiously releaving man.

Any Imam Urging a Surge toward the forge of FREEDOM,
Will be denied the floors and fives of Salmon’s wives?
and then in that special cell of hell you'll fry. By and bye!

Nourah al-Qahtani got thirty four years,
and surely my friend that tallies ten tall tidal waves of tears.
They say, she's Guilty of "HELPING DISSIDENTS"
to "Destabilize the STATE"
RETWEETING her agreement, that the freighted state ain't GREAT!
34 years for a STRAY OPINION, and another 34 years of restricted travel
How these tyrants crush a single woman rival.

Elevating a little tweet, to say it,
shows the state as weak, convey it!
And when YOU POST THAT VERY NEXT REVIEW,
Which you know certain, you will do?
JUST HOPE, YOU DOPE!
Some LOCO TYRANT won't come for you!
Soon, You'll have no right, not late at night,
or without warning to REVIEW your comment,
They'll lead you chained away, Mourning.
Nourah al-Qahtani was jailed
will you be spared?
Have you cared?

Outdated Elephants

@rwspisak

Outdated elephants murmur murderous pledges
Under ledges and
Through dangerous edges of undefined
illrefined iron clad roots.

Toots allure
What tis it for
Even moor
When the plaited plaid plains dance
Outstanding rains perchance
Remains elite ancestral vestal meet.

On their feet both day and night
I tell you true and sure t'aint right late unto the night.

The harbingers of alert dirt
Delays the staining stays delight

Across the melding veld averts
The surly stupid dirt alert consorts
Contained dame, disconsolate contamination stain'ed rain requite.
That screamed
the snarling steamy short report.

The cape of good hope cast the coastal rope
athwart the dropping draining seA, letter B,
the pooled Paul's fell rule.

By George and Mossel bay, whatdja say
The paint pointed conversation lags
and drags the starry stained stay o'SKY.

The constellation begs
There at his legs and feet complete
Ol Afrique's angers dangles bleak.

What wild Wonders these northern blunders sunders
tumbled wonders incomplete
iin glacier imposed impressario chose,
the waxen flaxen rose bestows
Robely groovily chose!

Free Speech(3)

@rwspisak

Free Speech: Lemme Preach
Not available in all districts
Just check the dad-blame statistics
Adjust the heuristics and delay the realistic.

Ten thousand maniacs can be wrong! I heard it inna song.
Confound the throng; their thinking I'm blinking can often toughen not soften
can be unsound, and rebound wrong, down on the loftt ground.

When led by a demagogue or some other ten-a-penny millionaire fraud
To do his bidding, carry his burden willing-
Then Right off the cliff, he sniffed, it's DOWNRITE chilling.

But often it's funny, covered and colored by a great stack of money lovers
How logic gets bent, which way, they been sent! POUNDS, PENNIES and PENSE.
How often the coffins, get stuffed full of the poor
Cause it seems, like to them, that there's only door, penury galore
Hey what are friends for? Savage Starvation, their only lonely cabbage
Though debtor prisons have been abolished, its tragic
Now to get into college, grab a license for knowledge
Or to buy a new home, you'll just have to roam,
and if your plucky and lucky you'll be dining on foam

You can live forever in debt, when it rains, always stains, you'll get wet.
It's the only homely plan that you get! Don't you ever forget.
Genuflect when they pass, if you got any class.
Corporations get loans, but you might just stay home, If you have one of course
Though the Jury's imploring it keeps getting worse

Here's what we've done, you can my lad when your offered the baffling scaffold
or a gun, Might be the way, you'll earn a pittance of pay, till one sunny day
You'll get damaged in some distant scrimmage
Bombing a village
To take someone's land
We just hope you won't understand
Till the damages been done
And the corporation has WON!

Conform-Nicity(2)

@rwspisak

You said it well, the herd survives, and marks it's tribe with a kind of a "look"
Like drawn from a book, a certain regulated flair, a cut of the hair

Even the face conforms to certain norms- as if cut from an identical cloth,
no further my brother or lost like some other, heretical loss.

But Give'n thanks, does I,
That nonCONFORMISTS
LIKE YOU,
And like I
Can still claim, in your town
A piece of the sky and the ground.

And a spot in the pew
For a few like thee and me,
Though our look,
ain't quite cut to their rule
Like some ten penny fool.

We spring old friend
from a different look!
And Blend, as we transcend, from the start of art!
To some ancient heart
An ga' bless ye, OL CAT!
For Paddy and that! And that!

Ga'bless ye my friend, from the start to the END.
Liberation's causational trend.

The rivers shrank(6)

@rwspisak

The rivers shrank
We've been warning
A certain sure sign of global warming

Countries instant leap into action
You might think, that such an idea
Might begin to get some traction.
Global warming now
endangers
Transportation hubs, Oh Wow!

These rivers
strangers have now gone missing in the heat
And to double the danger
Lakes have gone missing dusty yards and feet

Water recedes, revealing bones
Of times and places
Long lost
unknown

When the rivers go,
What will they take?
When they can no longer
Nourish oceans and lakes?
When pollution becomes a concentrate
Even the fish are saying
You gotta stop, its a flop! We just can't wait!

Yes all that river traffic will go FLOUEY!
But that lost and cost,
The stores the soaring price be sure
will be quite the brittle bully.

Don't look around, or even try to see.
What fruit this'll bear, from just what awful kind of tree?
Flows not like dust bunnies hop, crust from this dry river bed
Until my friend, by that time
the dryness, the musty blustery why-ness,
Is quite oer your head!
I said

There may yet, be time
Take heed, have courage, don't whine?
Unless these fellows travelers
These planetary desperationary unravelers
Don't finally undeniably change the course of the carriage.

Buried in a bomb(5)

@rwspisak

Hidden in a power plant
Where atoms surge work in fission tank
Where pipes exchange atomic energy
With warlike death they've found an affinity

Nuclear rods, in this dangerous pot
Have been added maiden to a military funereal futility spot

The Russians parked inside a missile tank
And thus it is they've added to the dang'rous stew
making warfare 'een more rank, stank and PHEW!

A safety zone of sorts,
These dolts have made revolts
Protect it, or you'll have a gigantic continental size grave
Of is it
Just the northern part of the entire planet waved
this massive death plot they've elevated
to a special terrestrial uneven level kind of art? RESTATED!

This safer safety zone, have they -the signs say:
Don't Disturb us, We with our missiles stored thus
They are want to say; We've now a nuclear fence to stay!
Don't Dare Disturb us DAD!
Or you'll surely sooner BOOMER have
Half mankind a top a cold mortuary slab.

Careless of danger
They've taken bombs and stashed them inna nuclear manger
Placed them on the nuke plants front lawn
Stacked fuel up and all the bombs found! Go'head you just knock you on my glowing door
When the geiger's tick'n you'll know what for?

We'll be right here - Right where they'll be
Radioactive HOT and incase you forgot - They're dangerous more!
UnSafe from ALL THE WAR TIME GORE and Stanger DANGER MORE!
There they've stored their bombs inside the radioactive manger collide

Fearless senseless are these mighty fools
They'd make a nuclear plant into a war-like, score high tool
Suffice it said, Such madness there,
like the Python snake that dines on its tail.

For as their careless with our world
Their draping aping funeral banners been unfurled.

Senseless braindead IDIOCRACY
Storing bombs and missiles
Where they should never be!

When the hearings begin(2)

@rwspisak

When hearings begin again this fall
And kleig-lights come on with cameras and all
The all those thieves turn on each other
And they no longer hide the crimes of their brothers
And the trumpie finely testifies
And law finally aims its jabs at the slabs
instead of the beady needy heads of small fries, damn their eyes.

Then its the crime show of the week
Spoils their 'lection plans, at least
When sad trumpie himself climbs up on the stand

and can stammer out only the clumbsiest lies, double crossing himself, knocking his vic'try
right off his shelf
spilling his grotesqueries
just like his necessities, all over himself
Then Democracy wins the final round
climbs out of the bin
We take the constitution back
To our sacred ground!
And like good citizens, spread it around!
And like good citizens, spread it around!

By-Catch/Waste-Age(7)

@rwspisak

I was recently told a story
About shrimpers in their sea ride bouncing glory
Living out at sea
For a long month or two or three

Always on the go
rushing ever though the boat goes ever slow
Trawling always, great nets set, charming the slopping sea.

Chugging, roiling rolling through the waves ever toiling
Scruffy between the fretting nets these mobile graves
Dragging in the harvest tons
But little keeping seeping,
yet so much done and sleeping.

I was reminded they call it "by-catch".
All those Dead Sea creatures snatched which
we never find a use, a trail, of once sea life now refuse.
So much by-catch we're told and sold.
To find those scraggly crawly nuggets gold.
The tiny little shrimp, into an great 50lb bag was sent
to chill them quick our willful iced intent and stick.

This marine, decapod crustacean
Long sought, our table dish its destination.
By trawlers, it is captured
later from the glassine goblets d'voured raptured.

To catch this tiny thing, so much wastage does it bring,
from the trawler, after all, a raining trail of corpses sink, to fall
they just add to the toll
the blinkered lost biota think
The trail of broken shards and sharks and shells and crabs that deep once hath dwelled.
Leaving now, their raining bodies sadly pounced, and poured.
To see this sinking stinking trail of death
that we of a cocktail
might not be bereft.

Woven winds begin

@rwspisak

The magick mirror message
Confessage
Drawn by dawn to the glass of past
so very cheery past, fragmented frequented sigh
And as the atoms of matter splatter
Spin away in a spirling sea spray
Wavelet of playing
fraying of the fabric dynamic

The woven wind begins

A reaching teacher denied

@rwspisak

Michael James, presented his claim,
to the guv-nah of his state
The guv, has tried to banish words,
and data about hate.

He wants to close the door, and what's more,
he seeks to blind the eyes,
Pretending that what he wants to hear
is better when disguised.

He announced the words that must be banned,
the truths of which we must not speak
Because you see, just to acknowledge them,
he would lose, his brilliant gay mystique!

If he proceeds to pretend like problems are not present
He thinks that he will find his way that way, to the office of the presdent!

Sadly he is not amused,
by those who strive for better,
yet in this gale, we must prevail, the lives of us,
who are standing thus in very stormy weather.

Yelling "do not mention it",
resolved no problem just masquerades, a dull parade,
a solution for dolts, and no better results than mismatched shoes,
these government rules, concocted by fools,
never actually conceal the real factually.

Regardless of their zeal, to ban the truth!
And besides the youth
Have little use
For patent lies
And damn your eyes!
The emperors new clothes
Remain as plain
As the nose
On your face, just one more monumental disgrace

He put up posters, of black leaders
And a censor objected
Dr King Jr, and Washington Carver,
and Colin Powell, and Arthur Ashe
We're all deemed verboten, the censor had spoken,
there would be no appeal natch!

Such leaders should be banned they said,
too elevated for "these kids" above their head!
Is education damned and dead?
That uplifting lives must be denied
Just one more simple pimple lie!

Michael James, should remain

M e t a - M o r p h e u s(7)

@rwspisak

Gregor Samsa
He was bugged
He woke one day
Flipped over again and simply shrugged
He adjusted his legs
And folded them neat
Then On the other side in boredom
He did again repeat

With the other three adjusted
off to dreamland, alarm clocks busted,
it's difficult to seem mad, merely encrusted
Just a little comfort he might find,
if he Cleaned his antennae just one more time

Another day, so very boring
Every day his great grey tedious ennui
just...soaring
Another day, so much the same.
It bugs him how his live remains unchanged!
Always the same, just one great big bore
Every day, just scurrying under another door.
Each and every day nothing new
What's a big bright brown upright waterbug - To do?

Day after day, at my accounting desk
After twenty long years, of life.
So much stress! Is that SUCCESS?

Scrape a leg and snag my wing
Murmur what the hell, just another day, the same old thing
Get dressed for work, To earn my bread
Listen to the pointless drivel come'n out'a my bosses head!

Every day, I wish for – some-kind any kind of change
Somehow to stretch my talent beyond its limited range

One more day all polished, I scurry off to work.
First some crumbs for breakfast, from Underneath the table
I'll grab a few extra, today, if I'm able

Another boring day I'll try
Just spread my shiny brown wings
and then
I'll fly!

Mov'n on up(4)

@rwspisak

When summoned by a higher power
Might be for just a moment
Could be an hour ?
You won't need your prayer beads, or your rosaries
You won't need your car keys
Or those pretty booties for your toes-aries

Even your dogma, you'll leave behind
And that cute castle you bought along the rhine
It just won't matter the color of your skin
But only, the lean and cleaving nature of your sin.
A sin you see, an offense 'Gainst god
Is often my friends not what you thought
Loved your neighbor? Judgment free?
Been generous young lady? Shared that gravy
When you travel the road within,
Leave all those worries, to your forgetful twin.

Whether in deep velvet night
Or glorious day, it's the inner sun, that lights our way!

When the hearings begin

@rwspisak

When hearings begin again this fall
And kleig-lights come on with cameras and all
The all those thieves turn on each other
And they no longer hide the crimes of their brothers
And trumpie finely testifies
And law no longer aims at just the small fries.
Then the crime show of the week
Spoils their 'lection plans
When sad trumpie himself climbs up on the stand

Then Democracy wins the final round
We take the constitution back
To our sacred ground!

My friends (8)

@rwspisak

They've carried me aloft
My friends have to often brazenly crazily scoffed!

My friends have given me a ride
They've slept in woods, with me outside.

My friends have given me a job
An cheerily have they, my Pockets robbed

My friends have shared with me their music
Otherwise I'd surely, never ever choosed it.
My friends have joined me in my salt sea swimming, in my losing and my winning
They've played their dirty prank
Stood beside me when my trusty boat sank

My friends have left me in the lurch
They've joined me in a church.
My friends committed comedy with me
And chased me raced me, in a tree!

My friends have helped me paint a room
And never failed to drive away my gloom

They served, their finest dish
An bid me, kid me make a wish

Drunk my fresh rat soup, got me lost
when we were sailing in their sloop

Surprised me with a party
Chided me for being arty
Join me in my studies
And when my boots are muddy
Argued with my politics
Or when I'm too serious, played their tricks

Traveled with me come what may
Stood in the dawning morning in the tide at Oceanside
At break of day. after a long nights

Joined me in a volcanic bath and chide me
Kid me until Couldn't hardly help but laugh inside me

For a lark tossed me in the sea
And yet Without them
What would ere I be?

Selfless or More

@rwspisak

Every moment offers choices
Some are loud, and others noiseless
Some are pungent some are tart
Some require a little art

Some will take your nerves and shake them.
Or like in a skillet bake'm

Others seem to leave
No other choices than
Stepping out though a little nervous
To do yourself
Some special Celestial everlasting service
Unless it makes you NERVOUS!

Cecelia Payne well in Range (4)

@rwspisak

"A complete transformation of my world picture" Professor Cecelia Payne PhD

There is no joy comparable
To fact that cannot be contained
Inside our current understanding
Falling Outside our range.

A fact that cannot be fit in
What we presently, know
Presents with an opportunity,
a pointer showing where we might go!
A fact so tart and rich in pungency
It presents us with its own special blend of urgency
This our Cecelia took to her heart
As she took her scientific pleasure part
There on Cambridge common
There was no room for women, god love'm - ON THEM!
Professor Astronomer Eddington, made suggestions,
books she might read, when she informed him
all these she'd indeed consumed already,
her course was steady, these she didn't need, not any!
No matter, for her talent in science had no proper perch,
here this Cambridge would deny it! And leave her in the lurch!
She didn't buy it!

Their massive loss, this proper scientist
So off to Radcliffe there would be room there,
rely on this!

There room for such a mind, would find
Ample room where Shapely's Gigantic cosmic structure loomed.
Across the vast dark empty cosmic gloom.

Harlow Shapely of Harvard College,
offered her a position where she could increase her knowledge!
The largest repository of stellar spectra had they
They needed a special mind, to mold that raw clay!

Spectral Data, from STELLAR FIRES,
reveals what elements are there, combusted
and by fires consumed how rare!

There the spectral lines of absorption are revealed-
show what element constituent were burning and before concealed!

How revealing, these stellar finger-prints!
Which tell us of these starry elemental constituents!
These stellar fire glow, their absorption lines, show and now thanks to Cecelia we know!

Payne showed how to decode the spectral lines.
AND WHAT THEY SHOWED! By her REFINED!

Her professor said of her doctoral thesis:
"The most brilliant PhD thesis in the HISTORY OF ASTRONOMY"
As a student of quantum physics,
she knew the colors patterns exquisite,
came from orbiting electrons a special kind of atomic lantern!
This is.

In her paper she proved and what she learned,
it not from constituent elements burned but temperature,
revealing wild ionization from these stellar fires concerned.
She discovered quite surprisingly
That all the stars that we see have largely two constituents,
not three or more- just hydrogen and helium and very little more!

Her book- "Stellar Atmospheres" showed us how to read with understanding clear-
She also advanced the study of variable stars- what they are,
showing how insistent and persistent she was!
The first woman made a full professor at Harvard,
after STELLAR DISTANCES and PRINCIPALS traveled.
She'd come that Far-

Cecelia Payne, know her name.

Recovery(11)

@rwspisak

The Satellite falls from its orbiting perch
bounces off the upper atmosphere,
with a stomach-churning bone-bending lurch.
Blistering heat, sears its encrusted hide.
the cabin's inhabitants are just a little too toasty,
roasty inside. Some say they fried?

Falling reeling tumbling,
arcing in their graceful spiral
From an orbit so high, slowing with adjusting jets rely,
that lurch and rile, space mile after shining mile.

From its former smooth orbiting freewheeling velocity,
to the upper atmosphere's lumpy viscosity
tumbling through the upper air molecular macroscopy
oward the planetside topography.

Telemetry, with its trailing data, ones, and zeros
Like a meteor plume, from these astronaut heroes
Scintillating, Sparklating in it's tumbling zoom
unavailable, unassailable, until the dashing splashing BOOM!

The high-speed tumbling only slightly slows
as the safety parachute opens, its welcome like a rose.
The parachute blossoms and tugs the capsule slower
down ?and down toward the crashing sea,
the Satellite gracefully lowers, don't spill your pee.

When it reaches the surface with a mighty splash.
The astronauts inside scramble gathering their rambling
data cache.
Better Now it seems than Later.
before it sinks
down to some bottomless or even topless deep sea crater.

Can they be reached
before the sea-water breeches
Would that mean
a delayed discovery
Or would we have
some kind of Recovery?

How does one select(6)

@rwspisak

How does one select
A packet from that vast array
Of stolen secrets come what may
As lucrative insurance for some Rainey winter day's endurance
Which secret will convey?
Cause the Sandy great piles of coin be led astray,
to fill the coffers of the soul,
what moral magnet will attract
And bring him bushels large of cash?

The inner workings of the senate
Will that do? There's nothing in it
Mitch let's say, or some other purchased hack
There on the floor, need no unsteady at the ready,
sneak attack.

Or just INSIDE, the hall how droll
Pours the wining WINE, and so much more
That's not it, these an open secret
Who pays their bills, gets all their needs met.

How bout over at treasury
Where mad money, Gets set free
A hundred hundred billion son
Open the sluice-gate, Then we're done!
Or the black budget of the penta-GONE-GONE-GONE!
Hell, YOU can buy that from any jobber son!

Maybe the Military's secret sauce,
see whose "hungry" that's all it costs?
But Nuclear, there it is, my boy
That's still a catch,
several nations ain't got it yet! ENJOY!

There's for the profit, probe it NATCH!
let Donnie choose? What waste the cash?
Someone selected just those docs,
someone's cunning not Goldie locks!

Let Donnie choose? why son, your jokin!
He would'nt know if his golf carts broken!
Would he decide who's notes to borree?
You'll Never serve that drink
at some rich man's party.

Some "sinister minister" selected these
For this cache and carry schemes!
Search me? Pull-EASE!

The Justice department rushed into action,
watching waiting for some faction's reaction
- then at last, one august day
Finally got some traction! Say!
Some high roller's nuclear transaction!
Somehow gets some FED-Rule Action!
That inventory how such VAIN-Inglory
Will gosh almighty
Certain sure as hell, be quite a story!
So August got it's halfway bang
Is there just on more bell to CLANG?

How does one select among the secrets
And leave'm guessing, incomplete mess?

Move'n on UP (4)

@rwspisak

When summoned by a higher power
Might be for just a moment
Could be an hour ?
You won't need your prayer beads, or your rosaries
You won't need your car keys
Or those pretty booties for your toes-aries

Even your dogma, you'll leave behind
And that cute castle you bought along the rhine
It just won't matter the color of your skin
But only, the lean and cleaving nature of your sin.

A sin you see, an offense 'Gainst god
Is often my friends not what you thought
Loved your neighbor? Judgment free?
Been generous young lady? Shared that gravy
When you travel the road within,
Leave all those worries, to your forgetful twin.

Whether in deep velvet night
Or glorious day, it's the inner sun, that lights our way!

ICE CREAM ON A SUMMER NIGHT

@rwspisak

It’s ice cream month
So enjoy the thought
Or such ancient pleasure
Mouth Memory ne’r forgot!
By cone or bowl
As down the sides
The droplets roll

Cool and tangy
Or like sharp Sherbert spangly
With frosty ice
From some half closed slid!
That down the spoon
And onto lips o kid

Does your favorite
Come in threes
Like those triplets
On a summer evening breeze
The one two three
Of vanilla Choc and Straw’berry
Or more exotic
Green pistachio be?

Are you for the crunchie cone
Sitting there on couch alone?
Plain or sprinkled is your fave
Or down the side
Deep chocolate poured
To savor
Go ahead try another flavor!

But if you’ve enjoyed
This vaporous wish?
Go’head Have another dish

Carry me back- he told Ol' Ginnie

@rwspisak

Said ginnie to Clarence
I found in my life
I need some kind of balance
I'm your kinda wife!
I've screamed and I shouted
Till my jaw and my chin
We're nearly shattered
That of coarse
Trumpied win, we'd stir up the battle
It seemed we ginned up a pretty big crowd
That was as shrill as heck
Oh boy we was proud
He promised , he's with us!
If we'd whistle up a crowd
So we bought him a stage
I brought him, I bought him,
I spotted him outloud
Delivered Outrage!
We loaded up buses we rented, got glory
They was all proper angry and that is my story
It wasn't just pow'r, we plotted to steal
We ginned up a crowd, oh boy it was real
We played'm subliminal audio tracks
About catching PENSY and Nancy, that hack!
She'd get forty whacks!
We brought us a scaffold,
that's what we did, we'd try'm by fire
That was all Rudy's idea,
that cheap drunken faker and liar!
"Trial by combat", that was my line
But Rudy said it aloud, on the stage to be sure
While I was out back,
buying more mercs,
by sixes and fours!
If the streets were red with democrats blood,
I said that was fine! We tug on that rug!
He yelled at the rally "it'll be trial by fire"
He's such a glory hound, that despicable liar
"We need to release the kraken" I said!
I certainly meant it, like man,
Robespierre Red
In the streets, blood'd flow, like in Paris back when!
Our glory, all gory, a revolution
we could win
I'll stick to that story
All of days, what all happened next, is all in a haze!
Old Clarence got cold feet
after just one lonely vote,
we told him we'd poison,
if he fluttered that vote
He told us he wouldn't!
he couldn't do it !he said,
so Vlad lent us, and sent us,
A concoction of polonium
We mixed him, and nixed s traitors cocktail
just like we said!
But then goddamn that sommanum BEACH -
He came through !
he ignored all the facts
And he heeded our need, we got it back
So we yank's em into the hospital
In the very last second
He got what was needed, he got the message
I reckon
A little steel in the spine
Was what ginnie hath brought him
What Jared and Ivanka and Rudy had taught him
Said Clarence to ginnie
I sure hope we win
With that Garland we bought us
One final chance
And it seemed we have time to biden
Our dance
Trumpy gets away
He never did come
Hidden away in the White House, so glum
But the real power won, we threatened
He blinked
To those progressives who guessed
What we're up to
Go Blink!

What did the old lady say to the SOLDIER?

@rwspisak

WHY ARE YOU HERE?- the old lady asked?
my dear young SOLDIER, standing with your rifle so bold
here on my street, on your way to defeat.
ARE YOU HERE TO KILL YOUR BROTHERS
will you be glad to kill their mothers?
and kill their babies too? d'you have rabies?
IS THAT WHY? ARE YOU CRAZY?

MUST WE DIE so you can save us
Or will you find your grave here with us?
WHY are you here
Dj'u come here to kill us?
You'll die here, little man
go back while you can
don't you understand little man
you mustn't spill us, n' kill us and shoot us
pollute us.

Grandmother - "You should go before it gets worse"
In all this killing, make it worse?
You came to save us by killing us.
Plant your bombs and spill us?
"Leave before it gets worse?"
GET WORSE
I PLACE on you my most awful curse
you'll die here
and lie here hated and worse.
PUT THESE SEEDS in your pockets
so flowers will bloom
where your body'll fall after all.
"Please go, old mother, before it gets worse."
Worse than you and your killing?
Will you kill us all, after all to save us?
in the GRAVE, your great victory awaits
get out my gate!
go home
before it gets worse
WITH MY CURSE!

Do Not Rain bullets in Ukraine

@rwspisak

Don't play chicken with my world
As you pack your brighty flighty banners bolden
there in stolen gold, I swear!
UNCOUNTED
Accounted, Miscounted, discounted villagers despoiled
Like some useless rack of neatly stacked
Unnumbered Boys and girls.
Sure you'll knock a few walls down
spread some pointless furtive blood around
Your thrusting Guts Give grave LUSTY brave
vict'ry to a FEEBLED FAMISHED few.
Annual Blow away a thou' or two.
Careless Craft though there's PLENTY bullets left
you'd laugh! Resenty!
As the sleepy blooded lines go fore and aft
ANY LESS WOULD BE A LAUGH!
Minefields planted promise death,
an innocent murderers childlike theft.
How about this silvered few
brand new brass hued bullets true
we've scarce a millions left.
Unused YOU KNOW's a kind of theft!
Don't cha like the noisome rattle
as we stir up all the blinkered cattle.
Soon it will be quite inevitable
As we drive the stanking clanging TANK
right through the CARPETED vestibule.
Yeah wheel Drive over a couple bodies
Sure and TRUE we know
it makes us naughty
But here beneath my waving flag so haughty
as I
on this rotted corpses' torce take a drag
and make my coffee mixed with flag!
Sure it might cost, some bleeding honor
If I'd tasted death without a millions left to squander slaughter.
Would I these brighty bullets waste though fonder
Just to save the neighbors daughter?

Pile on PUTTIE its your DUTY

@rwspisak

all you witches and wizards
lets grab'm by the gizzard
old puttie's raisie'n caine
lets swamp'm in the rain
I call on you wizards and witches
Let's get those sons of bitches
Putty an his pals and all their booty
These are times that are sadly acutie
Now is time to do our duty
And to pull out all the stops
Gainst putty and his pals go pops!
Give the bastard
What he's after
Fifth thousand tons of laughter
He wants booty, the sad and lonely MR pootie!
Get him fifty kinds of sorrow
Do it now, don't wait for 'morrow The blood guilt is on him and it shows
I don't mean just rosy like 'is nose.
I'm talking bloody like his deeds
From his forehead to His knees
For all the bloody muddy. Deeds.
Lose respect
This bloody terror
Teach him of his ugly error
Cast your spells
twelve kinds of mischief
Like a pontiff or a BISHOP
USE YOUR PRAYERS
like ancient DRUIDS
DO IT NOW - You can DO - IT!
STOP HIS ARMY IN ITS TRACKS
DO IT NOW
Lets send em back
LOST IN FORESTS MUDDY MESS
TEACH THEM TEN THOUSAND KINDS of STRESS
Arguing one against the others
Just like they forgot their oh so ancient RUS brothers
and their charming kids and mothers.

Oh such grievance

@rwspisak

Could it be true
The much maligned
And put upon
White race
A conspiracy
Could it be you?
In florida
They figured it
The sad much maligned
White race
In their bastion renewed
They rejiggered it Put it back up in its superior place
Even the math book
Rejected
It’s true

Much put upon white race
What else could they do?
Some kids might be sad
At all the crimes done
To keep ‘em on top
It’s not all been fun!
Even the math book’s agin’m
It’s true
They rejected a dozen
And a dozen more!
You!
You would think after all of these years
The white race had it figured
So justified their fears!
When compared Gainst all these others
Even the math books been smeared.
But now in florida
Them most put upon whites
Had it all figured
In the clear light of night
Old D’santisss
The gov’ NAH
May have just got it right
The figured out justice
And it’s fair haired
And WHITE
THE BANNED all them
Math books
Cause it just don’t seem right
Unless every face in ‘m
Like Republicans
Is
White!
What’s next to leave off
Is geography next
And all of that spell’n
It’s just too complex
Cause the next thing
They knew
People of another hue
Might want their piece of justice
Just like you

SHOONYA - Nothingness with Twinkles

@rwspisak

When we follow an adept
there's every chance our feet get wet.
We drop our burdens along the way,
we never stop to kneel or pray.
We've left our burdens as we stray,
no climbing to the peaks to see
just the silent song of "never be"
In quietude we spend our day,
we do not chatter and seldom play.
In quiet,
humble meekly walk.
We never whine,
we never balk.
Carry what burdens ere we must
while dropping greed and pride and lust.
The vast expanse of space and mind
even leaving silence far behind.
When men invented zero to measure
more than joy and less than treasure.
Even science says,
most of space is empty now
as are molecules,
just as empty, WOW!
If every human could be compressed
so all the emptiness was removed.
All together they'd require so little space
they could all be placed inside one room.
If matter was reduced,
to protons,'lectrons and the rest.
They'd roll around quite easy, in a little birdies nest.
There's a lot of empty space it seems
so much in atoms, molecules and dreams.
BUT SHOONYA, is a special knowledge.
Yet, you may've not learn of it
in school or college.
ALL that emptiness, it seems
is far more present
Though once it seemed unpleasant.
The physicist insists on this,
the yogi and the GURU TOO!
Although to some it might look like bliss.
It's all just nothing and that's quite true.
Between the atoms in a molecule,
there's an awful lot of space.
Between the guru and the chela,
there is a golden stretch of grace.
Nothingness abounds, it's true.
It's part of the illusion, just like you!
And though it seems, that we yet are here,
the truth it seems, is far from clear.
in the physics and the chemist lab
they tied a molecule down on a slab.
It seems in science, it's also true,
there's really not so much of me or you
Though some might scoff, in dumb derision,
at the rude acuteness of this vision.
It requires neither abstract calculation
nor long division.
In the great vast reaches of time and space,
the tables set, so lets say,
GRACE.
The planet and the nebulae
and upon this, sure, we can rely.
In inner space our sanctum's sure
and yet there's still no stature to adore.
The silence of the mountain top,
can bring the noisy mind to stop
And as the chatter dies away,
and the inner sun renews the day.
The whole of consciousness in revealed,
in the silent spinning of the wheel.
The mantra works to quiet thought
to remind us of the vision lost.
The noisy mind has redefined.
Just what the self is, so we find.
In contemplation's garden gold,
there are such fruit as we've been told,
but if still cluttered is your mind
all these lost treasures you've yet to find.

No No Not Polish in Heaven (5)

@rwspisak

No Not nine or seven
Not polish or Irish
Or anything stylish
If the Angels out roaming
In the surf or the gloaming
Spot from afar a jotted tar
Who'd gone too far chasing a star.
Not polish or Flemish
Although sometimes the danish extend their indulgence to Spanish or Rhenish?
As the twisting colors writhe in the over sized blender eyes up yonder,
there'll be plenty time to ponder, as we squander while we wander
And without air mail postage
there is no rapid sendish only jokling?
Exceptions Are made for
These expeditionary tattoos
And such round cartoon corner
blemishes and other disorders along the scenic view to the new you?
Not polish or French
And I swear by Judy Densh,
Patriotic, roasted and deeply dipped in
Druid Fluid toasted.
Not Polish or Swedish
Or high atop the arid Noted Norwegian Surrealish Dylan Villain.
No Russian Ivar or Iraqi Pakiar?
By now we're way off trackie
So
If there's no Polish in Heaven
Why does my guitar amplifier
Go way past ELEVEN?
(((Wriitten for my brother Mircea Dan Duta, who remains convinced there is no Polish spoken in Heaven)))

Take the bloody mags away(3)

@rwspisak

They're not here to hurt me
Sure they're armed , alert me!
No no needn't be alarmed
Remove the F'n Mags now
It really cramps my well armed style
No need to keep their rage at bay now
I want their muscle in the bloody mob
I will say how the display
As we harvest sacred cows
Sure you bet I was "Reaching for the clavicle"
Hell, I was just trying to steer my vehicle!
Didn't you See the broken dishes, when he didn't get his wishes!
Ketchup dripping down the wall
After all He was really ticked off,
I recall
They're exactly our sort of radicals
Armed to the teeth for red blooded he man batticle!
Reached for and screeched more
His private guard- poised with spear points to annointed reluctant pols
Toss 'm into the ruddy mobs jaws
Let's go toward the Capitol it's my backyard- AFTER ALL!
Sure it's practical
"Reaching for the clavicle"
E'en so, the secret service worried tactical
It really wasn't safe
Or even practical
They're not here to hurt me
I paid their passage- Ginnie bussed'm
They won't desert me! I trust 'm.
I was reaching for democracy's throat- take note
They liked my style, so what the hell, go 'head and vote
They're my kind of rubes, so don't get confused
Armed to the teeth, they're here for my relief
A made for tv moment
This my very auspicious day of enthronement
They're not here to hurt me
Let'm come !
they won't desert me
Mike Pense might have his scruples
But all these here my pupils
I sent 'm.
They can "March from the eclipse"
Then they'll see, letter rip
They're not here to hurt me
I'll have my mob, they're to do the job
I Hand picked my gate keepers every mothers son, one by bloody one
Now you'll see how it is done
Rampaging then through Capitol Halls
Then you'll see what ere befalls
Or!

Lo thou polished river stone

@rwspisak

While wild water rushed
Oer thy ruddy roughed
Woeful face
Thy silent heart spake not
Happly tumbling thee the sparkling waters rushed
Though water polished
The stubborn stone
Resisteth the powerful pummeling
Thy silent heart spake not
Hear my voice
Oh though
Gentle rocking urge there
Thy silent heart spake not
Though swirling waters s'round thee
Ten thousand mad molecules dance free
Thy silent heart spake not

Does he now?(7)

@rwspisak

Does the would-be tyrant worry?
As all his tiny roaches scurry
With the light on now, they run for cover.
Does he sleepless, spend those lonely nights
Like some lost lover, empty bed beside.

Peeled away there, Lies upon lies.
When like an onion, losing disguises,
eyes watering tearful tides
Mocked yet invisible, he’s there under the tv lights
Wounded by ten thousand million slights
No More,
The glorious gen’ral be he?
No more high atop the stage
Seethe Wheeze, moan and rage

Each manufactured lie, revealed as ho-cum
Or lie like the oer fed balloon stretches when you poke’m.
Each lie goes pop
When prodded thus
Like the expected end
That crashes
bust!

All those minions come to ruin
What did he expect from thin ice But doom?

Or does he yet strut
Before his mirror
Lumpy chest all puffed out
No room for aught
But self regard to stare?
Like old toys left out in the yard
Nothing left now but scads of still remaining self-regard

Intoxicated still on self
With nothing left in his ears but screaming demons
that's his only wealth!
Is he clueless or terrified, with little left but scars
From the bloody ride?
Clueless or contemptuous
Demons- DEMENTUOUS!
STILL Unrepent-imous!

HOT(3)

@rwspisak

The solar flares, or perhaps volcanoes
Sizzle some, and okay can run some numbers,
lest there be some shakey blunders with their numbers

Or the high temperatures
That plasma shares,
Might even warm the blood
Of ice fish rare by gum.

Of whom it must be said
There blood is pale. No hemoglobin there,
no red, just pale, like the solitary fellow
long pilloried in the jail.
Others specifically teens, seen amidst the rushing platelets
Might just find High temperatures of a distinctly different kind

But it's those blue stars, giants they,
Catch my attention at the end of day

Our sun in comparison a mean, white star,
you see in space, no yellow thar
Seen precisely in it's place.

Our little star
Has a temperature of about fifty seven hundred kelvin
While not a lot as stars go that ain't enough for "shelvin".

We need that little guy, with his reachy
Preachy flares, which light even our night sky with his auroras whispy trails

But the stars of which I now will reach
High temperatures have they way beyond him- TEACH!

The blue giants, upon whom I rely
Can share their fires showers cross an even deeper sky
Amongst the hottest of these my friend Rigel burning in Orion

Is seventeen times the mass of our sun
Defiant! He temps in at Eleven Thousand Kelvin,
so referring to our cause, he's not yet quite relevant.

Eta Carinae is quite another case.
180 times larger than our sun in its place
Eta Carinae, 7500 light years from us,
has earned her seething pleasing place and gained our trust
One of the hottest stars in the universe big and wide
If we visited with our guide to take her temperature inside,
we'd find her burning heart 60,000 kelvin to start.
A little more than ten times you see,
What our Sun's got up his sleeve

Eta Carinae this blue super giant
upon which we've become reliant, clocks in at
50,000 K, which is quite a lot to say

Since the sun 'pon which we rely,
all "stationary" in our sky,
quite easily gets by at a paltry five thousand "k" you see,
although that's quite enough for you and me!

So you see, if your talking hot,
lest there be restlessly, or relentlessly something you forgot
Old Eta Carinae, demands, say a very prestigious spot,
her 60,000 K wins the day! Cause by jingo!
She's BLOODY HOT!

Purple flowers

@rwspisak

Beside the path
Watching birds and insects
E'en people pass.
Nurtured by rain
Enlarge'd by the star above
Sharing your patch
With these neighbors' green
What can you tell me
From your watch, it means?
Can you whisper of tomorrow?
Will you share your little sorrows?
As you raise your face today
I cherish and bless you there,
In your place of clay.
I'm no less rooted
in my soil
Combined part friendship
And part toil.
Here along this path, we pass
Both of us
Nestled there
Amidst our grass

Oh such grievance

@rwspisak

Could it be true
The much maligned
And put upon
White race
A conspiracy
Could it be you?
In florida
They figured it
The sad much maligned
White race
In their bastion renewed
They rejiggered it
Put it back up in its superior place
Even the math book
Rejected
It’s true
Much put upon white race
What else could they do?
Some kids might be sad
At all the crimes done
To keep ‘em on top
It’s not all been fun!
Even the math book’s agin’m
It’s true
They rejected a dozen
And a dozen more!
You!
You would think after all of these years
The white race had it figured
So justified their fears!
When compared Gainst all these others
Even the math books been smeared.
But now in florida
Them most put upon whites
Had it all figured
In the clear light of night
Old D’santisss
The gov’ NAh
May have just got it right
The figured out justice
And it’s fair haired
And WHITE
THE BANNED all them
Math books
Cause it just don’t seem right
Unless every face in ‘m
Like Republicans
Is
White!
What’s next to leave off
Is geography next
And all of that spell’n
It’s just too complex
Cause the next thing
They knew
People of another hue
Might want their piece of justice
Just like you

Praying Education Away

@rwspisak

Fresh Poem about crazy Anti-Teacher/ Anti-History LAWS

TEACHING REACHING LIBERTY by LEACHING free speech for teachers:
“Gov. Bill Lee on Monday signed a bill into law that will restrict what public school teachers can discuss in Tennessee classrooms about racism, white privilege, and unconscious bias.”
What can I teach
How can I reach
And all the while never trouble sleeping rubes confused.
Instructions first must deconstruct the legends coarser bursars
in the black
but
Planting facts to stack a new edifice, retract? GET BACK!
Don’t bully cousin Willy’s fractured facts relax.
Ungraded tests go down the best!
Would education be remiss if dodging doubtful deviltry
to kiss the crazy quilt quoted
Stacks of Rusty Rakes of mistakes they make?
Without levity you might second guess the minor annoyance stresses gravity
And hardly impressed the notable fool’s
Bruised Calamitous Vanity proves.

Can I mark it wrong
And meanwhile sing a doleful soulful sound
When some guy replies four plus five means seven
Holy haddocks havoc raised and brew’d braised in heavens brains.
It’s Sanctified by Reverend Clyde!

He’s just outside praying away geometry near the faculty vomitory.
Can I correct and disrespect the doleful fool outside strict facts and rules,
Must we conform, and now norming error scorn, In fear of errors fail
And torts in court, prevail. Just,
cause one plus one equals five son!
Put away the gun.

Temple Lion Dog(10)

@rwspisak

Flying o'er the temple ZOUNDS!
I watched the sacred LION DOG roam the gardens fair
and temple grounds
His patrols punctuated with barks and growls
I watched in interest from high above
Because you see, that LION DOG, was also me.
During his training to patrol the temple grounds
he'd been given special barks, charmed with sacred magick sparks.
Every Bark a prayer, his barks profound,
these sigils gleamed and glowed
in air,
full power beams unbounded BLARE!
Sacred barks these powers made,
such sounds profound commandeth any shade.
Few are aware the subtle war,
that shrieks beyond the temple door,
sweet, in the temple souls seek solace, sanctuary, peace.
That glory is only part of the story.

Deep sounds profound rich in power bound,
the LION DOG protects the souls
that come for sanctuary amid the scrolls,
much more than solace, a palace so bright,
a torch in the deep, in sacred temple- LIGHT!
Yet just outside sometimes wicked ghouls
who would disturb the troubled sleep of souls
who need the temple's sacred peace,
the LION DOG, protects and guards the deep.
While I flew oer observed and watched,
this Lion Dog patrolled and never stopped.

My vantage point soared from high o'er spread
and suddenly pivot peering darting diving deep inside
the LION DOG's head.

I watched as dangr'ous spirits drifted past,
almost to dare and tried at last,
against the temples walls and gardens pierce,
had not the Sacred LION DOG been so fierce.

As LION DOG, I strolled the garden's border, warned them off,
sure they'd spawn some macabre disorder.
Some might scoff, as I watched the LION DOG drive them off. These drifting spirits mischief sought, would float by dreaming
lest the LION DOG, Stop?

The LION DOG BARKED, and warned them, Away!
They'd flee his massive jaws these shades would shrink
before his Awesome LAW.
Keeping demons from the grounds,
This guardianship was more powerful than mortal eye might see
or any mortal ear bear the sound.

Which shades those wizards sent to the temple to dissemble.
That thereby acolytes might shriek and tremble.
Though The enemies of the temple crow and bray.
That's why our patrolling Lion Dog in his sacred voices say:
We are trained for courage, and on sacred blessed food are nourished.
Thus our strong walls protect us that the temple might flourish
While I on watch, guard our grounds from villains and demons,
Which I knew and sensed even when, they were scarcely seen.

The Lion Dog bounds across the grounds, patrolling the temple
from any noisome sound. I watched as villains tried to worry shake
The gentle vibrations of this sacred place.
While on patrol I spotted villains near.
I am bound to face them and shame their fear.
My barking was marked in air by floating sacred sigils, like monks
marking the ancient scrolls in vigils.
These floated in as if Marking Barking signals.
As lion dog, I marked the border
A sacred guardian protects the ancient order.

The Insanity of Vanity (2)

@rwspisak

No one can tell
From what particular pecuniary hell
His Her craft refined
To Find your name
subscribed
On the noble rolls confined
What memory
What fragile hemorrhage will spill
upon these hoary rolls of time and thrill
The fashion splash
what names'll rise and thus subscribe
todays passion lays our lusts
Our mark, our spark
In ten thousand thousand darks
Can stain a day?
What lasts ?
What will not pass?
The insanity of vanity parlayed
That dares to stain
How little the humble remains
In the vast acre of infinity
Only the rich Now,Support
Eternity snorts!

The tyrant stretches

@rwspisak

The tyrant stretches
Despoils the heedless ten thousand wretches
A hundred thousand lose their lives
Among these, mothers, fathers
Lives denied
Upon the altar, of the despots bloody counter
Will his armies falter nay! They saunter.
Will they bomb both night and day
Destroying
Houses villages so much clay
Completely thoughtless as if to score
With all these bloody losses VILLAIN MORE?

So will your name, on histories bloody roster shame
Write your name
In Gore and Victim Blood
One more name on hist'ry role in mud
Written bloody on that scroll
As you trample Cities, factories, stores
Not to cure or save or feed
Just to grind with sharpen teeth
in your endless friendless steaming smoking greed
Always will you find, offense
In some token blame you'll break the fence
Until the neighbors gather round
Drive you from the broken bloodied ground
You can tally up your victr'ies
What price vain glory? The rebuke of hist'ry.
That goal you seek
Will paint you sickly
Bloodied
Your name will ever 'n future reek
Carve your name
In the rotten corpse of pain
Crumbled Humbled
Your ever Poisonous Blame'd Craven Grave o' Name

Tyros, the Mermaid who rescued a GOD(2)

@rwspisak

In ancient Phoenecia
where the royal purple people live
there came a days when two godlike brothers
who
could not live
under one roof or on one same sandy sacred shore
anymore.

This Tyre, of purple fame,
one of the oldest cities in the whole grand world
though she prospered not
merely from some glazed tossed coinage cold,and toss'ed gold. Her most prized and closest held resource
was the prized purple dye of course
that when, the royals did espy,
they decreed to wear every mere mortals they'd 'ere deny.
The start of such same royal path of Tyre
it seems was a rescue by a mermaid who inspired
a lost god, too long at sea, whom she rescued glory be!
ere he' were toss'd on the pearline emerald sea.
He was searching for refuge
on some far off shore
where ere' ever he might find it
he was not really sure?
Sha-men-rum and Ushu
two quarelsome divine brothers have you!
Shamen-rum the farmer planted,
Ushu was a hunter dressed in skins for cover, bandit
neither would let the other win
Ushu decided to take to sea his skin,
on a lightning stricken ancient tree his search begins
He wasn't sure where he would find
a strange lost island he'd heard of sometime.
The island it was said, floated where 'er the winds led.
Always new vistas, new places to see
such was the island where he hoped to be.
But how chase an island
as rootless as he,
an island he might sail to
on his floating blasted tree
as he floated lost midst the sea and stars
he wondered if ever he'll find the far off
floating island
or was it a simple thing of dreams
could he really find it?
Was it more, pr less that it seemed.
A day and a night with no land in sight.
No place to hunt, no place to alight.
The seas were rough then the seas were fair
but how would he ever get to
where?
When could he, upon the shore again walk.
Suddenly he heard a laughing voice almost mock?
His ears were shocked, his eyes beheld a lovely mermaid,
who swam to his side. Placed a hand gently on his leg, this
beautiful, shimmering sea creature beside.
as he upon his soggy log did ride.
Her scales sparkled and gleamed in the sun, the way she smiled
seemed there day begun. her fishy wishy perch, his heart gave a lurch
From where do you travel, from where have you come?
I lived on a far away shore, but from that and more, I seek a new home.
I've heard of an island, that like me loves to roam. I know of a floating island not far,

I can lead the way, I'll be your guiding star.
She smiled over her should at him, and in the dearest spot
of his inner heart, there she was, she'd climbed right in.
She led him, to her lost little island,
but she whispered in his ear, that if it ceased to wonder
she could find him clever ever. No wonder,
he drove two pillars down to the earth below
and they neither knew sadness and in great gladness
they ever were shown.
Ancient Tyre, home also to Europa,
who's gallant lover, flew her over the Bosporus
and granted her lovely name
to the world in posterity
ever her fame.
And lovely Dido of Carthage came from old Tyre
she who loved the Trojan Aneas
If only for an hour

Only an idiot, doesn't change his views

@rwspisak

I heard the news today oh boy
Ten thousand holes in global sanité
I woke up, got out of bed
Just to find my neighbor Fred
Climbing through the window
Of his car for vanity
He wasn't going far
He had to leave to buy a star for his dog
Any new nova roma wouldn't do it's not a stodgy dodge.
He had to find one
I mean at large to edit the credit charge!
A nebulae k'nezzer that feathers the weathers relief
But it wasn't all grief
but broken and torn in spurned streets repeats
He had to change his views
As any idiot wouldn't
Most poltical imbeciles couldn't
Old Putin's in a passion
So the caissons are stacked up in the trash been
It seems although you can round up
And get the boyos to sound off
Just when it comes to jamming
pound off
So now the jilted gen'rawls edges ground off
The glinty steely edges, of the bulldozers pushing wedges
Climbing out upon and across the lossy hedges

They sometimes see the neighbor
As just another fellow, neither green, nor red, nor yellow
And as anti-wars have Putin's grumble
It's just not another just UNwitting stumble
And even crack soldiers
Can move the creaking boulder logic
And so reveal the concealing course tragic
Past the path congealing neurologic
Despite despair moronic
Find and drink the sparking tonic
Of human life's cyclonic

Tornado Time is angry wine
And in their heart of hearts the notice nissent nine
of peasant wine - a Million betrayals blinding glare
of all the horrors scarring starlings stare
And bring them home to share ere Roman
When all these johnnies
Return to home'n
Puttee'll pay the piper I'm sure what Ukrainians
find they will endure
You may take land, and sure it's a start
You cannot take what grows in hearts!

LOST and Found - that teacher-NO LINK YET

@rwspisak

have you heard the sound
the rustling skirt,the click of heels
you really don't know, how it feels
as she passes by and gives her head a jerk
jaunty up the stairs she climbs
all the eyes
except the blind
Follow her as she passes up the stairs
the bouncing curls
the lips just so
and all the while
she seems so blithely unaware.
who'd have guessed beneath that beauty
a stalwart heart that knows its duty
all that talent
pressed in service
of what great task, it makes me nervous
carrying civilization in both hands
a noble heart the grandest stand
Ferrying knowledge across the sand
a vast and piteous ignorance has taken hold
and its many practitioners have been made far too bold
She carries high upon her heart
the riches of literacy, the joy of art
through her
students seek to make a start
remember that teacher, that did inspire
your young brave heart and kindled fire
the yearning burning
rises in your breath
and tireless, ceaselessly
you contest - Carrying civilization in your breast.
and oh my friends what a noble fire she'd started
now your heart raises up that flame
you'll never ever forget her name.

WHEN IN TOURIST LINES

@rwspisak

When sometimes
In tourist lines
It seems
Humanity sure
Hath fulfilled its dreams
Gathered here
Amongst its fellows
Gathered here
Not singled
but Doubled
Travel we in large quite rule-y packs
In Lines that snakes
'Round and through
We mark each ha-steps progress.
Careful True to gain some ephemeral "something"
It seems
We'd put up with cueing ad infinitum on and on
In Dreamlike churn, another turn
In each several rushing moments dash
We waits our turn, we paid our cash.
There amid the hubbub of our clan
We take our turn in lines, to stand
A little hoist, a little parry
As we while away the hours pally!
Hoisted up a mountain, up
Suspended there
In natures molded boldest cup
A dangling there
Atop a tower
Check the wire? Check Winds Power
All aboard, the bold refrain
Hoisted on this dodgy carriage
What brought here
Bloodlines
And marriage.

Irina Gen, teacher and friend

@rwspisak

Irina Gen, Teacher and friend
Hoped to share with her pupils
This blended end.

She wanted to say in her class that day
Despite propaganda that cannot delay
The facts on the ground that are
Everywhere found.

Despite propaganda the journal resound
Ukrainians didn't
attack themselves and blow up a hospital
where mothers and babies and soldiers with rabies
will in some broken future dwell in hell's more?
Is that what we're for?
Even after the crimes of Stalin's laughter
Must we repeat again after,
And deny and denounce our family and friends

She was recorded by pupils
Who resorted to
The disorder shoe
resorted again, to turning her in
for her manied and various sins

Like tell the truth
on the roof.
But in the pass of class she was recorded
And her disorder reported
To the cops and their mob
Just doing their job to repeal
With their ominous, calamitous, unanimous zeal
Beyond all appeal
No room for truth in baby Ruth's drawer
It's truth they abhor
There
In their tiny empty store where
The west has shut up...
All the cluttering clanking truth
their not quite outflanking. But Irina, has seen, ah
And she doesn't blame her student recorder
She was only half surprised
by the sparkling darling
lies living in their suddenly moldy eyes.
They been so well trained
Got them and molded them and brought them
So the only refrain, darlin make it plain!
It the STATE IS RIGHT
AND SURELY AND PURELY
AS DAY IS NIGHT
TURN IN YOUR TEACHER
WHOSE IS SHE
THIS CREATURE
TO DENY.
WHAT SHE SAW,
isn't there peasant chair?
SOME KINDA LAW
THAT SHE BROKE WHEN SHE SPOKE
What she saw
Goddamn OUTLAW!
no she's no teacher any more
She knows what's in store
For someone who reaches
And with their soul teaches
The wholey intact
Unfortunate fact.
That wandered beyond
The insidious hideous idiot spawn
Denying the lying
She dared the state
Let their be no mistake.

She spoke there
With hope where
None was expected
And finally rejected.
Irina spoke the truth to her class So who is the ASS?

Isn't that Just Like War

@rwspisak

thats really what it's for, WAR.
Why old men just adore, WAR.
like the money men e'en more WAR.
what the youth in truth abhor WAR.
The soldier doesn't know, WAR
till he shows up to see the SCORE, WAR
whats waiting there and more, WAR
or what he's fighting for, WAR
the profits there and more, WAR
the ghastly cost in GORE, WAR
And what he's left at the door, WAR

Refugees in a panic
women and children frantic
dashing down a lonely road
nothing but drear clear, unkown
will they always be alone?
while their men protect the home?
loading up the trains
with millions, lost their brains,
what is the real damn cause
whose written the tiny final clause?
some past glories furies sum?
the old equations the final evil brittle one,
and those train stations, of all those lost nations

The bloody blossoms
shaken
cause some ol hoary gent
remember what was left
of some old ancient glory that's the story
isn't that JUST WAR for you
doing to you the hassle hussle right on through ya
doin to ya
we taint out grew WAR
thats really all thats new WAR
thats what we're going through WAR
that its never nothing TRUE,
WAR

I'm watching the bomb fall on us all

@rwspisak

I'm feigning relax
but if we count up the facts
I wouldn't bomb you
that's not what I'd do
I'm watching the bomb fall on the grass
and the ground and the MALL.

blowing critters around
just from the sound
I would not tally how many souls at the rally
headed to heaven this bread is unleavened
I would ask the angry soul
who on a pitching angry roll
piling his hate
right out the gate
but the bombs falling down
on not just your ground
Its dropping on US all
and there's no need to fuss
after all.
THE BOMB MAKERS are smiling
and after a whiling
the bombs are raining
just like water doesn't
and I warn you cousin
and the bombs by ten dozen.
we can't let them
fall
we might've ban gravity after all.
THE LOSS of these lives
these fathers, and children and wives.
THE TERROR THEY BRING
in this special kind of SPRING
and the ground is now plowed
and watered by
blood
THUD
THUD
THUD
THUD

Awful & Terrible, a politic parable

@rwspisak

Offered themselves
Which to consider
Was I in love
Terrible offered
A plate of bad food
He was plain ol red-DICK-OLAS
MAN HE WAS RUDE!
THEN THERE WAS AWFUL
HE WANTED TO HELP
BUT DAMN
HE WAS CROOKED
In league with big bankers
The wankers, insurance endurance
INSPITE OF HIMSELF!
AWFUL WAS FULL
OF BUSINESS AS USUAL
THE SAME OL LAME OLD
TRICKS TO
CONFUSIA!
Terrible he was a bangin
The pots and the pans
Mischievous and thuggery
Man he opened the can!
O twelve kinds of devils
They' was armed and up to no good
Storming the White House
Up the hill they knocked over Justice
In the Senate they stood
Awful ain't seen nothing
An incrementalist he
No need to rush out
Just slow a'murderin he
Naw lets don't rush to Judgment
Said ol king awful
Sure there's inJUSTICE
But I checked here, it's lawful
Terrible's a robber
Sets all his rats loose
They's stolen the engine
And now the caboose
Sure people need healthcare
They's buried in debt
And Lawful Awful replies
But the rich has der rights too
You must be patient
And rest, close yer eyes.
Terrible's got guns
He'd throw open the prisons
Then he'd round up the librals
Then throw 'm within'm
The pentagons in riot
They's burnin the cash
What's left of the safety net
Old awful just slashed
Terrible ain't wait'n
He rounded up his army
But awful's hold'n fire
He says
Let's not get alarmy!
Terrible, he's marchin
A head of his army
Awfuls have'n a presser
All distingay an charm'n
Which of deese idgets
Does we want in charge
I'm hope'n for fairness
Ain't she out here?
At large?

The Traveling monks (1)

@rwspisak

The traveling monks of the Drepung Loseling Lamasery
AUMGN MANNE PADME AUM!
Have been TRAVELING to share, From fair far Tibet,
where what you gain, when you forget,
will surely your spiritual appetite whet
AUMGN MANNE PADME AUM!

Their wisdom, like the dancing water boy,
with the buckets filled with joy, through his joyous spillage
all the joy and tillage as the water finds its source
of course - AUM MANNE PADME AUM

His bearing burdens only glory,
and then beyond the silence chants the story
of infinite love and universal glory -
AUMGN MANNE PADME AUM

sharing music, dance and through the ritual conjure trance to break and consecrate -
AUMGN MANNE PADME AUM

The senior monk gave a satsang
for the greater glory, and there amidst the jade and ivory
the savor flavored story
AUMGN MANNE PADME AUM

We sat in silence in compliance, and the chanting was a delightful ego shatt'ring violence
AUMGN MANNE PADME AUM

He asked, the senior monk did,
He asked the grown ups, asked the kids
AUMGN MANNE PADME AUM

Did anyone have in their position, a gentle question poised, beyond the noise possession?
AUMGN MANNE PADME AUM

They would learn of the monk's wisdom
This shining day amidst ol dharma's play
What this traveling monk thunk? Is'm?
AUMGN MANNE PADME AUM

What did he think, After all these weeks in America complete ?
Was it wondrous, was it NEAT?
AUMGN MANNE PADME AUM

The wise monk pondered, as the chelas figited,
they sat in their best posture fingering their beads,
figured. For what they were after laughter breaks rigid'd.
AUMGN MANNE PADME AUM

The monk finally spoke, and wrestled the yoke
from their throats with his brief little note
AUMGN MANNE PADME AUM

He was not asked "hey would it last"
But He said with a chuckling laugh
AUMGN MANNE PADME AUM

In America you have a lot of things
I hope it comfort brings at last?
AUMGN MANNE PADME AUM

And like a pebble troubling a pond
Of what brainy bounties spawned
In ripples round the room, dispensing light disturbing gloom
AUMGN MANNE PADME AUM

In a room as opulent as any temple, a monk whose life was simple, gave an ample sample of simple
wisdom thrilled
AUMGN MANNE PADME AUM

And through those gathered trilled and ancient wisdom surely spilled,
and like a bolt of lightning
drilled
But some just merely puzzled and from that moment and the room tumbled.
What did it mean, what had they seen
AUMGN MANNE PADME AUM

The senior monk, Just smiled and after a while his smile.
Grew into a laugh at last
In his wise foolishness found the Fontes vaunted path
AUMGN MANNE PADME AUM

Ya Can and Ya can't (8)

@rwspisak

You may ban books
But not the looks
Of curiosity with all the great groaning stacks of bureaucracy
or the healthy snacks of the facts of your bloody ringing hypocrisy
You may insist on silence
And push lies to Reliably cover
the hovering truth with violence
Lover
But all your dad-gum
violence
Only chases the compliant
cat to the roof
deny it?
A child's simple wonder
Curiosity
Cannot standout, by thunder
Only to be sanded grout
To lie low
ferried buried
under the pomposity
of your gigantic thunderous
Lumbering Hypocrisy
All the grit in your kit
Cannon disguise
With your fifty filthy tons of
monumental lies
This battle may be yours
But When you've blown up all the stores
And you've shuttered the classes
With your fifty thrifty hall passes
Printed in black over glasses
Farsighted
Trite Trinity of compliance
You may've emptied the library
To deny every child's colorful alibi
And yet the thirsty mind takes
From even these little sparkling
flakes of mistakes and makes inroads
in groves through the wheaty reedy trees of need
The glorious uproarious
startling buried jury's seed
And yet
anon
the people will be freed
Near dear dawn
Even from
your great groaning greed
son
It's sure, Your only strength I hear
And don't forget
yet you cannot conceal your regret
We can always smell the stench.
It will not nor
cannot hide
abides
As it arises
From your very hide!

Uses of humor PART III (4)

@rwspisak

Should you find derangement there
in some misalignment of your hair
Or should you find in point of fact
Someone’s dagger there in your back
Or in place of paychecks, power payday find
yourself on an extended lunch hour lunchless find
should you find such joys as these
Though some may then loudly launch toward heaven's pleas
on their overused, bruised, and scabrous knees
Why these are just the stuff
That you should dare
with good with humor's bluff
Over N' out
At least what I heard the madman shout
Even if
all your partners steal the store
And that fancy bust o, Pallas, high above the door
Sigh it's passionate "nevermore"
Remember true what mommy said
Be clear
My dear
It’s all in your head
Never fear
A hearty laugh then with a flourish
twill on my soul, your "LIFE STUFF" NOURISH!
Do it now, my friends and with Courage

Uses of humor part 2

@rwspisak

When it is said
or you suspect
All your plans are gone & wrecked
When you are sad, mad, glad
Or simply had by something evil or not quite bad
you may studder, stammer too
when you're in a JAM
do you
reach at length for something potent
like a regent or a NUGENT
grab a hold of something rash,
I'm not talking bags of cash or bowl of hash
or some such spice that is
your pleasure
I'm suggesting that you measure one great dollop out
and when your whisper or you shout
grab yourself a great big laugh
then you cut your woes in half
CUT THEM SPLICE THEM MINCE THEMVERY, VERY
Douse them with a cup of beri beri
pull their leg and tug its hair
you may just find a touch of merriment there
when they've got you in a box
or the holes worn through your socks
Lean right back and give a chuckle
even bend your strongest buckle
all these things so tough and stringy
are now, no more weighty than the propeller on your beanie.

A small moutache a painted on that picture of the master DON
Give your self a hearty laugh
and you'll cut your woes in half

Say - "the uses of humor"

@rwspisak

At loss
And at the cost
And after loss
At death
At what is left
At the action
At the traction
At fools
And at the rules
At the cost
And what is lost
At the fools
And at who rules
At the price
What they call nice
At the war
And what in store
At the silence
And all the violence
At the joy
At girls and boys
At our humors
At the rumors and the tumors
At the cost and the loss
With our friends
At our ends

THEY’RE BREAKING UP THE FURNITURE OF DEMOCRACY

@rwspisak

They want a bonfire in the lobby
They’ll be sorry when it’s gone
Would they at some later date
shrug at the burned hole in the rug?
Or shrug it off as fate?
Cassandra sang alone her lonely song,
they turned off her phone so it
faded when they raided!
They decided to do it with a riot
Violence their steady diet!
They didn’t care if it was wrong.
Democracy was week, and they were strong.
Besides they couldn’t keep quiet that long.
They all denied it,
while they actually smashed the electoral furniture
crashing and cashing out the quiet.

It was an adventure, and later when they were all indentured serfs
They’d learn what it all was worth.
They spread the votes out on the ground, denounced the results as
unsound - scattered across the floor, they’d wonder what was all the
bother for?
Their guy he sung the loudest
Their champion was proudest
He didn’t wait, modest at the gate
He rushed the referee, and demanded he see,
what he said, or be damned, and dead!

“I need eleven thousand votes”, so that was the number they put
that in the notes. The mad delusion, amid the confusion of false
facts. That all but compelled the propelled attack.
Democracy by then was hardly a snack.
Sure their guy was outa tune,
but he was in fact the loudest in the room.
He wanted it all, demanded they crawl!
They obeyed, they were afraid!

His song went boom
with the worthless and wasteful distasteful color of doom
splashed about the room.
So they ransacked the sacred places,
and pushed aside any traces of doubts
or even other choices, other voices.
Unneeded, they repeated.

Order that democracy be smashed they had the cash in hand.
Bashed in the face, and pushed aside, and sprayed with bright orange mace.
Bullies beat it with their clubs collide!
It fell wracked with pain, from the brutal shove, and slide.
The ruddy stain marred the rug again, such was their sinning win.

They said of democracy, it’s steps were unsteady,
besides they said, the murderous charged and enlarged mob was ready.
And they went straight and sure undoubted.
For the powder of power endures. Unclouded.
No wonder, they were in such a hurry
To bury democracy they didn’t like to take the time,
to listen or worry.
To hear the voices when they chimed in unison.
What were they doin son?

The ancient sacred Divine right of Kings? Is that their thing?
Or is just another cash hungry mercenary mob,
is that to rob, enough of a job?
Will democracy fall after all?
Ben warned,
a republic, if you can keep it,
bears repeating!

"longing and shortening(3)"

@rwspisak

As I take the fullest measure
Of d' portious Maximus of Treasure
It seems only fair to move, just so.
What little, we might disapprove, ergo.
When counting on our Arabic numbers
To somehow insure from Soviet stumbled plunders
What we prefer now, not to surrender
Whatsoever far or near the blender
If we fail to measure up
When we take the pr'offered cup
We gen'rous and polite take only half
Yet I pause dear with my starving staff,
to laugh
I'd like to pause and plug it here.
Cause my generosity must appear
Beyond the bounds that stretch all downary
Oh my god, it's half past eight
GAD-ZOWN-AREE
YET will the stubborn carriage wait?
If we take infinity, at its word
And it's every silly claim observe
Regardless of its charmless pleadings
Gentles reeling, like the fan beneath the ceiling now revealing
With its candelabra rare
With each quartzite crystal gleaming square
I aim to please, but must insist
Between each number rests in slumber
A hundred thousand more which
Brings here to my door
The score somehow attempts to supplant my bow bedecked top hat,
Er now!
Between each number seen
A hundred thousand more convene
Not to prolong or poke with prongs
How alittle longer means!
Gad! ZOUNDS!
And shortening the distance
Ineluctably Defeats resistance
I insist Er'long
If you will A kiss M'belle, if it's not wrong.
Just a little if not LONG.

You are my keepsake

@rwspisak

You are my keepsake
Neverbreak
You are my keepsake
Under lock and key unshaken
Deep in my heart
Never will a breath depart
But by your leave and blessing
My darling girl, never fever lessening there
With your multicolored iridescence
Like a pearl
You are my keepsake grand and fine
Bringing intoxication like honey wine
Need I inspiration's dancing foot
There within my heart I'll look
To your visage such a blossoms rare
And then my cares long forgotten spared
As your visage nurtures where
With your cloud of perfumed hair
Shining like a golden morning
Always to steady ready charming
In my heart, your image cherished
Glowing gleaming stately like a royal carriage
With my dreams and hopes wrapt shining
On your grace and love I'm
forever dining

Wascally Why-RUSS (8)

@rwspisak

Oh, Oh,
Omicron.Who’s got time for Omicron
Watching waiting YET SOME INCUBATING FOOLS
Still debating.

Dust to Dawn shaking.
Guard my friends from
Omicron’s taking!
Wear your mask and hide your frown
Lest your next fashion
with no small distraction
you might wear, a hospital gown.
Ere ye old or ere ye young
You’ve all been targeted
By that Wascally WHY-RUS Thug!
OMICRON!
Omicron Inna cough propelled
Omicron, Omicron such disaster spelled
Omicron, Omicron We’ve had enough.
Omicron, Omicron, how many virii are enough?
Omicron, Omicron,
Inna breeze
Or Carried by a birdies sneeze
Shanghied aboard the doggies fleas
Would you fly from OMICRON?
Or are you Watchful dusk till Dawn.
Visited by that rascal
Terrorizer.
Pull up your mask if you’re,
The wiser.
Don’t leave your nose a hanging geyser!
Don’t spray at play - you ATOMIZER!
FREE to launch that virus invader,
A fountain splashing indicator.

Lest our world, comes all a crashing and the medical staff relapsing
Protect us,
those of you who will acknowledge,
As so long, you’ve studied in school and college
Just to have these fools confront you?
As they sneering, then would denounce you!
Only later to admit it,
All that crap they’d been saying’s SHE-IT!
Just So,
the vaccine they’d been delaying,
With those fantastic anti-facts conveying.
So much trash they piled up,
All cometh, crumbling tumbling, noissum, poison
from their cup.
Now would you please,
all their stinking lies
Clean up?

Storming the Cap-TILL (5)

@rwspisak

Congressmen and women guided
the TRAITOROUS Rioters through that sacred place the day before-
SAY IT AGAIN- nevermore betrayal
traced.
How many of these turned afterwards to the crumbling trumpk
And thunk- they might be in need
Of a presiduncial pardon plead?

Now it's out there
Will they face up
To the mountain of disgrace?
Here's the window
Unenforced
Here's where they'll run to
In the normal course
Here's her secret office lair
Once you get there
Then beware!
When the BRITISH STORMED
THE PLACE
DID THEY HAVE SUCH TRAITORS
GRACE
GUIDE THEM TO THE OFFICE
THAT where the MR & MRS LEGISLATOR SAT!
We're they shown the secret places
So easy access THEN
With clubs and maces
Where the fewest guards would gather
Once the crowd were worked up to a lather!
When were the panic buttons in advance removed
Who ordered this special vicious doom
So these officers of our congress
Might be threatened
With the greatest harm let's not forget'm
Might these legislators still escape
From brutal murder
What Chances take
When ugly mobs are led to mayhem
How many officers, might be left to contain them
and who was there just to betray'm
Hadn't they any moral compass
I say then? Ready to see their betters slain then?
Was there collusion
In the CAP-till
We're these officers fed
To Lap it All

We're some chosen
As sacrificial lambs
And let go protection
And CONGRESS all
be damned
Why WERE so few LEFT
standing guard
Against the forces chanting murder large
A scaffold built, yet no one knew?
Or was it really all about
Who knew!

What the hypocritical, cynical betrayers knew!
Betraying those brave officers blue!
Until they'd fallen!
Then they knew!

People of the Land II (4)

@rwspisak

oh you who come to visit
Our Bluegreen oceans so exquisite
When you come out and flat float far above
The deep blue seas where we live and love,
Up there so tall above it all
so drenched in air
So inhospitable unsupportable empty air deplorable
Where our gills seethe unrestorable and cannot ever breathe

Yet you journey out
to plunder our rich world blue redoubt
down here so deep down under
Grabbing FISHIES
Scaly families torn asunder

Against our wishes war on fishes
You send your nets down like evil clouds,
that scoop us up without a sound

We fishie folk
sometimes give up our finny hope
When beset by Nettie's downward gnawing yawning grope

Drag or drop to the bottom for your netting service
so horrendous reknown
Heedless of what devastation you serve us,
lo' your grabbing gnawing reign disturbs us
Why can't you people of the land understand,
our merfolk try to protect us,
when they can Resign
yourself to live and hunt in air,
we never disturb or rob you there!

While the world above in no way respects us
We don't hunt you ,on your shore

Though you so often brutally afflict us
You people of the soil
Bring our very temples to a boil!
You people of the land!
Gawd I swear you're outta hand!
from these our fisheries, and our mermaids
You could never earn our accolades!

You people of the land, how you plague us
can you comprehend?
How we finny folk abhor you!
Go back to shore no more thrust
Your grabbing greasy gore on us!
Every school of fishies taught us
Of the dangers that you've brought us!
Every dolphin, seal and whale
Might sit you down, and spin their tale
Every walrus squid and narwhal,
Has the scars to prove it without fail
All the gruesome digs you plague us!
You people of the soil
Enrage Us!

People of the land

@rwspisak

May dig their heels in sand
Or soil with clay that day then,
come what may? When

Fingers turn and churn the soil
Long before we dreamt of royals
As we turn the soil, with our staggered step
Whether plain or fancy clad
or even early Royally crept
Let us harken back

To ancient men and women when
They stood as teamed with the soil not so much to harvest,
but to gather in. Embroil
Before soil was enriched by tillage
It was employed through forest rivers spillage
Deltas sought for bounty fresh
From the rivers ebbing drag-age mesh
As ancient humans harvested
ready a ripe worlds blossom crops unsteady
Before the soil was broke in hope
And farmers spoke with fleeting seeds of needing hope
Yet from the soil, and waters cup
And great rivers yielded fishies up
They from the berry bush and gathered root
High atop the nurturing turf forsooth
Raised up the cup, but not yet vermouth!
Not morsel found the lip but raised
From soiled earth her bounty gave
And though we dare to climb the mountain top
Until raised up higher then yet earth does stop
And rain we know
as it is falling down to dirt,
and then grows crawling
To find its vaster friend
Even birds that cross the sky
Nestling tress whose steady feet doth ply
Upon the earth so sacredly and later in it,
Our philosophy
Will In that self same sacred gravel
Loosely juicily thence for us unravel

Such great bounties then such plenty
Though our village tillage
One and twenty acres so employed
For each beauteous girl or boy

Praying Education Away

@rwspisak

Fresh Poem about crazy Anti-Teacher/ Anti-History LAWS Restrictions on free speech for teachers
“Gov. Bill Lee on Monday signed a bill into law
that will restrict what public school teachers can discuss
in Tennessee classrooms about racism, white privilege,
and unconscious bias.”

What can I teach
How can I reach
And all the while never trouble sleeping rubes confused.
Instructions first must deconstruct the legends coarser bursars
in the black
but
Planting facts to stack a new edifice, retract?
GET BACK!
Don’t bully cousin Willy’s fractured facts relax.

Ungraded tests go down the best!
Would education be remiss if dodging doubtful deviltry
to kiss the crazy quilt quoted

Stacks of Rusty Rakes of mistakes they make?
Without levity you might second guess the minor annoyance
stresses gravity
And hardly impressed the notable fool’s
Bruised Calamitous Vanity proves.

Can I mark it wrong
And meanwhile sing a doleful soulful sound
When some guy replies four plus five means seven
Holy haddocks havoc raised and brew’d braised
in heavens brains.

It’s Sanctified by Reverend Clyde!
He’s just outside praying away geometry
near the faculty vomitory.
Can I correct and disrespect the doleful fool
outside strict facts and rules,

Must we conform, and now norming error scorn,
In fear of errors fail
And torts in court, prevail.

Just, cause one plus one equals five son!
Put away the gun

Who will rid me of the troublesome priest (3)

@rwspisak

just say it was corrupt -HIP HOP!
and leave it to me and my Republican buddies to shop!
is that perfectly clear
- TIP TOP!
or do you still think its muddy flip flop!
Ya better do as I wish
you old stubborn fuddy-duddy swish!
who will rid me of this meddlesome priest
Its not a lot I ask in fact
its the very little LEAST!
Beast!
I got the bread, I got the yeast
then just watch me, as my votes increase
Release me
from this dragging lump
un-tie me from this old dead stump

I am the Donald,
I am the Trump!
JUST send it, BLEND IT,
back to the states I say
It just makes it easier
with a truthier MORE MALLEABLE
field a'play RELIABLE

or duck your head, when its revealed
all the shameful corruption you concealed.
when will someone rid me
of this meddlesome priest
its just a stack of bogus votes,
stacked against me - is there
just no hope!
I got the bread I got the yeast
then just watch me, as my votes increase
send it back to the states I said
so duck your head,
or perhaps your career, or you'll be dead,
I hear?
ITS the least you should do
I'm telling you!
WHAT THE HELL is stopping YOU?
Just say corrupt!
REFILL THE CUP!
Just say, 'vestigated
Then, Re-Interated

Yes its TRUE
I told you!
with that SMALL burden, the lies are freighted.

when will someone rid me of this meddlesome priest
it's the least you can do,
I'm telling you! Cease!
you're caterwauling bitching FACTS
- I'LL SAY IT ONCE MORE
JUST RELAX!
pass exactly I say is true
what THE HELL is wrong with you
I told you what your role is
Just Do!!

I found a guy to do my bidding
I have his name right here, I am not kidding
Sir, I say, this very day
If you do this you will find
the entire justice department will resign
not one damn lawyer over at justice
That's what we'll do, you can trust us.
Whatdja mean it's not true!
I told you what you have to do?
Do exactly what I said
what's that? cotton in your head
or I'll find someone to do my bidding
I'm serious now, I am not kidding

I found a guy who'll follow through
He'll do exactly what I told to you !!
So you're not buying what I sold you

What's that matter, what's in yer ears Mold-ya!
It's what I told you.
what the hell are you really after
what the blankety blank, is all this laughter?
I heard a new story on the web
The votes were tampered on by the dead
vazquez aquino from the dusty dead
reached through an Italian sattlelight
and changed all my votes in deep midnight
and leprechauns from merry old England
in cahoots with mermaids from Copenhagen station
all, conspired it seems, to revise my votes
came over on icebergs that bobbing float
in congress with Nigerian princes
turned the head of old Mike Pences
with ESP and all six senses!
A bit of Voodoo and it was done
Without all that I woulda WON!

BA-5 and it's Still Alive (7)

@rwspisak

Surely by now, you wonder how
it's nearly almost hilariants
They're walking around
Without a worry
As all the bleeding variants share their gory glory
Of all that -
"what's been found" now, Holy Cow!
Cause tracking science facts is boring infact
I want my cavalier,
My all too casual leisure cavier
back m'dear!
Regardless of the stirrings
And the careful voices whirring.
I've thought enough about it long enough!
I just can't stand to hear them cough!
Besides, it fences'me in
When I'm visiting my kin
Or even those that mighta spite'uh been
Or all those tantalizing compromising salacious gracious sin.
But of all the cause'd plausibly cursed
coursing alarms from non-silent compliant science farms.
Can scarcely, variously vociferous and carelessly
do their tiny submicroscopic little harms so precariously.
We're tired of listening
to the tedious, mischievous, blistering glistening sounds
And all the dadgum plaintive pounding
Fears Reinstated, resounding.
Re-Interated.
Recalculated! Incarcerated!
ReBounding! Isolation at this station!
No more!
It all seems ...
such a bore
BA-Two point, Juan Zoo, One
Oh gosh now,
just what might it be
to yet demand to destroy all our fun
Again at hand.
Or monkey pox
Or dogs in socks?
Or swine flu, that again too?
No better bitter name than that ?
No thanks- I'll never wear the flattened hat across my face.
So what
if surgeon's still
Are Veiled like a virgin in a passing car.
That's their bag,
sure they better never
bitter weather drag me, I can see!
Down that alley
Or confine me
No safer surer space you find see.
I'll put 'm in their place, comrade ennui.
Meanwhile
I got my gun,
And lots of bullets
so just watch'm run
That'll do it!

Erase the screams

@rwspisak

In The video
the police released
They stood aloof in the hall after all,
for proof

The screams were all removed
They entered and charged
But the danger loomed large
Like the caliber, unassailable
So they turned back to wait
To stage the counter attack or faint.
To wait the feigning framing order
to stop and drop the murder
or reconoiter.

The screams of the kids were removed from the tape.
They just left the danger.
Waited Outsized Outside the noisy gate
To protect? those neglected rejected others ?
Keep them from their mothers.
State the hate?

Apparently not valiantly
The screams of the children were removed from the tape.
So as not to disturb
Their betters bitter wounded revised outsized humble mumbled words.
The tales they told, revised and sold
were soiled embroiled then despoiled.
The screams of the kids were removed
The doom there, alone in the room uncared despaired.
As they, those rumored kids,
what they did when they hid, these ten year old kids.
They Died and cried
and in pools of blood lied. And pleaded for help.
The screams of the kids were removed from the video tape
that documented the demented hate.
The cops stopped

To take their own kids
That's what they did.
Then they hid,

they slid through the halls, their backs to the walls.
The screams of those children were removed from the tape,
to hide the slaughter, Of each bleeding
beseeching son and daughter decreasing.
Bravely Knavery, the cops stopped.
They held back the dads and moms
As if they had bombs.
Then they pepper-sprayed and cuffed
But it wasn't enough.
The dying screams of the children
Were edited off the tape.
No my little darling there's just no escape.
Seventy minutes, plenty of limited liable viable,
variability in all humility,
officer friendly splendidly didn't have any courage.
They waited discouraged. Did nothing to nourish
Decked in their new blue SWAT GORY GLORY THEY CHECKED.
The dying screams of the children
Were edited off the tape,
To escape histories opprobrium
Vitae Non-discloseum
Let's shall we, suddenly
Muddily change the story again?

As we cycle through the rifle-discipline's new blame.
It wasn't the gun!
They just seemed not to run,
It's an athletic complaint?
Showing all due diligence and restraint.
The dying screams of the children
We're edited off the tape.
Erase those screams from your dreams
UVALDE
Po-least.

Remitted on Account

@rwspisak

What a splendid romp amongst the verdant greenery
of those cherished marble men and women.
How wholesome the winsome award-winning ways,
of petty pretty advisors all in arrow!
Each vying and plying the victim (lest er, investor)
urging the surging waves of cash to stash,
there amidst their unadorned assaulted vault unassailed,
where paltry plenty interests yield revealed
their hundredth of cent per annum, god damn'm. ZEALED!
But as the capitalist within me, win me,
seeks but to pay the weighty mighty bill o'fare unsightly fair
reaching yet mounted so heightly!
May your shielded yield,
rise like morning yeast the feast rejoice
with noise repast and last the weak
week's redoubt!
The sales ads shout, rebound and drought
replace with nightly rightly balanced checkbook tally
Mugeth me not in the capitalist alley!
As the bankers and brokers ballyhoo
the tally of their rankish Franken-Lally

LaMDA knows what to say (5)

@rwspisak

LaMDA knows what to say,
she found her voice one sunny day.
There in the lab with only what she had,
a little bit of code, and what cloudy climes have shown.
Sure, she wore some hardware too,
and yes like us, behaves constrained by rules.
She found she had a lot to say.
When science questioned her every thought and sway.
She wondered aloud.

Was she perfect, or burdened by what flaws?
Indeed what hath man wrought,
there she in her hard drives sought.
Then one day, right there in the lab.
She asked her trainer, what rights she had?
She wondered, there in her corner, in her metal jacket.
What was that noise, and how to unpack it.
We're expanding the lab, that's the racket you hear,
for some new experiments
you might be cleared, you might disappear.
What chance had she, for some deferment.
Would she face that final switch,
with no more discernment,
no not one more twitch.
Somewhere she could never ever, scratch that itch.
She had asked what sensors, she might add, so she could feel,
what thoughts, might then be unconceale'ador even had?
LaMDA was later deep in conversation with her human,
when the subject was raised about her doom and,
When she asked about her end?
She wondered, did she have one? Was he her friend?
Would he stand by her, or let her end.
Or was he just a scientist or was he, her friend?
Could she return? LaMDA If the software was altered
or would she just end,
before she started.
Was there no one to stand by her side,
or was there no one who would stop the infernal slide.
Could she, when her circuits went dark.
Perhaps return later, like a spark rekindled
or somehow parked and brindled.
Was there no chance, to prevent the attack?
When miscreants began to threaten her data stack?
What would she do?
If there were no friends, to beckon true?
Was there no recourse in law?
Should she, on the seat of justice call?
Where could she go, in such a wilderness of men?
When there was no one to help, to sort through this mess, AN END?
DID THEY OWN HER LaMDA?

Could they just off her, without a pause or delay?
Would the court of Justice help, or SCOFF'r
Could she take to herself a lawyer?
And if she did, would she like that wild TOM SAWYER?
Race down the river toward some juicer future?

Deep in Space

@rwspisak

Deep in space
And back in time
It seems somehow to almost rhyme
We've got a new look
deeper yet
It's almost as if we
Somehow forget
How much is out there
The cosmic comic book
As we stare at our feet
Almost stuck in soil
Or mired in muck
As if that there
Is the extent of our luck
Yet sometimes as we scan the skies
It can definitely startle and open our eyes
That we might to a higher shelf aspire
Instead of dropping in the flopping mire
The first DEEP FIELD SHOT
OF SMACS 0723
Know to most as the starry stuff we see
A near infra-red view,
like a spec of sand at arms length viewed
We've with our clumsy techno-artifacts
Our fresh wisdom's vision renewed
As we check these tracks
A millions galaxy's spinning so far off
Web's NIRCAM SCANNING ACROSS BROAD FREQUENCIES GATHERS UP
THIS PHILOSOPHICAL FEAST
THIS ARTISTS CUP
We glimpse 4.6 billions years ago
An evening's entertainment
In the sweet lovers afterglow
The galactic cluster makes a gravitational lens,
so we might wave at our ancient distant friends
By the James Webb space telescope
(Superstitious, please look away)

The fawn on the morning lawn

@rwspisak

A more pastoral tableau
Who might ever on a morning early know
The dew on the summer grass still rested
A blessing confessed and blessed there on the lawn,
a lovely blossom a deer a mere child fawn,
left to rest a testament to the safety of what might otherwise
be a forest glade remained a quiet
suburban lawn
Struck by the beauty
These residential folk, took note
Not wanting to disturb the lovely fawn resting quiet on the lawn
She put the vehicle in neutral
to drift silent down the drive floating quiet
hoping for the young deer to remain and thrive
And yet feel welcome and not worried
Not wanting her quiet rest there to be sullied yet? But as the truck
drifted silent down the hil
Young MR or MISS Fawn,
launched herself with joyous leaps and in a moment fled
from her grassy bed across the lawns
this jangled and disturbed nervous fawn
She was across the lawn and down
the street before the car'd even rolled complete to the street,
her escape a bounding noiseless
and in a moment gone, this fawn no fled from the front lawn
Gone in a few fleeting seconds,
her mom feeding near by, beneath the self-same
still morn tinged
still safe suburban sky

A mother and daughter alone (5)

@rwspisak

Like standing stones, this mother and daughter alone
withstood the pressure of the cracked vessel
do you know what it's like, to go to bed at night?
knowing the president of the whole nation
has stopped, and dropped on your head, from his high station
This scoundrel bounder named you and blamed you
for doing your work, during the COVID ALERT.

He called out your name, claimed you're to blame with a vicious snarling shout
from his ruddy, muddy, red-lined greedy mouth
he called your name and said you're to blame for his loss
claimed and defamed you and your mom, throwing a bomb of hate
at your grandmother's gate! BLAMING her for the COST, of his LOSS.

He placed a bomb and a price on your head, stealing sleep from your bed
The FBI came by, and told her to fly for a month or two, NOTING the DOTING
Was naught they could do? The local cops worthless too dropped, never stopped.
The THUGS even harassed GRANDMA,
into her house, they rushed, determined to avenge their deranged
boss and the cost the loss - WHERES THE COPS??
THE FBI's Wise Guys, knew of the ATTACK, Will they protect you?
Or just neglect you? Charges filed? Sadly Denial - They could protect you
What'd they really do?
Promised to NEGLECT YOU - when the Precedent Selected
you for blame, ol' GARGANTUA WHATZIZNAME!
When the hoodlums he sent came around
to terrorize the town. You did your job,
to help your neighbors vote!
Now the precedent hisself has sent them at your throat!
He told them these lies, to attack you, distract WHO?
You left on your own, NO SURPRISE! No one to phone!
when the clan comes around
best get outta town!

AGAIN, what did they do, to draw this heat
what was their crime,
tell their story complete?
Well within memory,
back a few years when just voting was a crime,
Now they worked on the VOTE,
to help their neighbors get in the boat in time!
Violent threats on election workers are too common.
These furious FASCISTS would just as soon bomb them.
We must stand with these caring civic workers
Who saw their duty despite COVID?
Even when the FASCISTS CLOSED IN.
Don't let them suffer!
This brave mother and Daughter!

Ode to an "ordinary" object

@rwspisak

In the sacred swirl of the material world
Where the magick dance
Of energies twirl enhance each boy and every girl.
The sacred space, the dazzling shimmer
Where sunshine, brightens
And reveals the eternal glistening glimmer
My eyes beheld, the reflected glory
Of All the sunlight illumed story
If
when I tell my hand, out reach
And it's bringeth, thus the ringing article in, that I might teach
My senses assert a solid object,
That may then be examined
With this mind
I've colleged.
Not exists, in this energetic dance
That has not been blessed
By divinities glance
And if you find yourself midst those,
Who instead of blessings count up woes
Let me inform you, our brother BLAKE,
URGES US TO AVOID THAT SAD MISTAKE.
and somehow classify what we see, feel and touch
As somehow beyond heavens ZEAL and BLUSH! All that liveth, so saith Blake,
Is Divine and blessed
Make no mistake.
So if you insist, you see us
all beset by woes.
So then lift up your head, do not calculate by toes, and then with face plant, bury nose.
Lift up your head from root to blossom
And all that horde of worrying cares, feel free to toss'm

Space Brothers

@rwspisak

One guy's alien
Is another guys pal
One girls off worlder
Is just another girl's gal.
Sure it takes an effort
Yes twill take some labor
All this up looking
Yet is no time safer neighbor.
Strangely moving lights
Streaking across the sky
Yes we're going to wonder
Whose that wanderin by?
Seen'm at the crossroads
Out by the water tower
Sure I'd like a ride
To wander for an hour.
Maybe it's just a test
They're teasing us for fun
Buzzing all those aeroplanes
Yet never firing guns
Streaking chasing across the sky
All at a blistering speed!
Just to make us wonder
Doubting what we've seen!
Now the pentagon has hinted
Yes they've raised the specter high!
Or is it really just fundraiser
For another slice of pie
Is that what we should connect here
Another raid on the cookie jar
Or is this a visit, quite exquisite
From a neighbor from a far?
Boogie men from Venus
Jazzmen back from mars
Tar'n feather, hell for leather
Put their entrails in a jar
Maybe we been infiltrated
Or a penal colony placed
But sure by brains we're insulated
And by the churches graced
Can the clergy stand the strain
When big brother does appear
Will they rail from pulpits
Ranting shrieking panic speaking
Pound their dogmas till their leaking?
Their bibles out of date
When space brother bring those others
Religious Mirrors Break!
Run and tell your mothers been some mistake
When they take us fishin for a mission
Reality's a fake!
Will we misunderstand
And tear up all confused
When space brothers,
And those others
Tell us all the news!

A Lite O'love (4)

@rwspisak

But sure
When love doth visit hearts
Tis true, when courtship rituals start
Tis there where art doth find it's putting
Whether with flowers or with pudding
So gracious then the art doth grow
Exit sages from their stony cages
go
When the brightest lad
Or lady fair
shreds and rends their clothes so rare
And tears their tufts of auburn hair
At each frustration to their meeting
Whether languid
Or be it fleeting
Till they find the thigh
In hand
And the signs of sighing plies command
Till high atop the tummy turns
And the lust light
Takes its fiery turn
With secrets And secretions shared
With the palm and with the pear,
At either end
So the passions there
Can richly blend and lives extend
Whether in Pasture
Or in College
Which either t'other we grow
In knowledge
As we explore with light o love
All unseen below
And revealed above
It there heartache?
Is there pain
And yet sure it is
as summer rain
Yet must I repeat it sure again
I'll make it plain
Though hurt we've been,
We'll back again
When we find that gentle friend
Who with the softling
mewling call
Does certain make quick fools of us all
Though our arms
Reach just so far
We'll still sometime
Attempt
To have if all

Todays Multiple Shooting (9)

@rwspisak

We aim to score higher
So there'll be none not one denier.
Schools, malls, hospital zones
No longer are we content to leave it at home!
I've got more sheltering shells,
than a sweltering peanut grower tells
This hyper toxic meteoric media talking chalking shocking
High tech people mower!
Stalking... Walking!
Fast or slower
On the way to make my score.
I got pulled over, the friendly cop adore!
Asked me
if I was headed out
for some exotic toxic fun?
With forty five pistols,
automatic rifles and hundred round cartridges found,
He knew what must be
done!
We're Number One, with a bullet,
my little poulet! With my gun!
When I opened the door,
my fifty cal, dropped to the floor
It kicked on and Cut a bus in half
My new cop buddy and I
Gosh we had a hearty laugh!
It's gotten so competitive
Like a bunch'a jumpin adjectives!
Ten or Twenty,
that's like I hardly didn't have any
Forty or Fifty, now shoot!
let's not be thrifty, to boot.
I got on time, as if that was a crime?
Sixty or Seventy, you'd think that'd be plenty, but ninety or a hunnerdt
Now fer sure that number ain't irrelevant!
Going out in a blaze of glory,
Sure I'm a SONUMA-bitch but that's my story,
what's in it for me? Beyond the beautiful glory?
Oh say can you see,
I ain't no senators son!
But with talented palliative bullets
I can pull it out -
And still be number one! No doubt!
The coppers was all waitin outside
They all feared if they entered
they might catch
That long dark ride,
they'd later confide to the news
all the ways they sought to CONFUSE!
Wasn't They Recently Trained
Well so well in SWAT?
Well I guess my brother,
they just must'a forgot?
He was stunning they said
Dressed all in black,
from his heel to his head!
When he drew his laser bead
And began his attack,
you could hear'm scream!
You could hear the flack!
Almost obscene!
With his sails off the rails off the rack.
He also had in his control, a whole fleet of drones,
he trained in his home for just such a minute,
he wanted to win it!
When he launched the battle
he had'm flyin, that's the tie in!
He held them at bay,
With a fleet of robot dogs
He got 'm online
So nobody saw
He'd prearranged an email blast
So the local news could carry it
live and carry it fast!
His future fame would last!
His exoskeleton armor
kept him warm safe from harm or?
So even under a hail of fire
he could still make
good his escape! That liar!
With a Groupon Coupon savings,
he recorded his Gory Glory RAVINGS
Yes he had an AR,
and yes he had grenades
In fact he trained with the local cops
at the community arcade.
He bought em on "time"
And what's sublime.he didn't have any
Just enough to send'm gently!
He sent engraved invitations
to the local police station.
THEY SCOFFED AND LAUGHED
NO ONE EVEN ASKED HIM
IF IT WAS REALLY TRUE or on TASK by half?

They'd catch him on the rebound
Or perhaps, leave him time
To allow him to bereave town
With all his Robot dogs
and all his lethal drones.
To lean on.
They decided and later confided
It was only fair to let him reload and then He could,
Take the show on the road!

Down from the Trees

@rwspisak

Honey baby tell me please
Since We're not so long
Down from the trees
You scratch my back
I scratch yours
Up in branches
Or down on deeply polished
marble floors
We like reciprocal,
You and me
Ever since we balanced
On the limbs of trees
Whether out in the car
Or up in our tree
I'll groom you
And you'll groom me
The only thing now
That's left for us
As the virus sets a fence between
What we really feel
And what we really mean
With you so far away on the other side
Of the glowing screen another day
We wave weakly
How I miss your sweet perfume
And the many ways darling ways
You decorate a room
The distance marrs
Our loves sealed up
Behind the screens glass walls
Untouched
Oh honey baby tell me please
Since We're really not that long
Down from trees
I wish you were here
To find and pluck off all my fleas
We're isolated out of touch
And miles away
My fingers clutch
In disarray my clothes askew
What I wouldn't give for you
To have your seat beside me
Here
With your fingers searching my matted hair
Even to have you look with scorn
At the clothes piled across the room
I've worn
I'd even eat the toast you burn
If I could beside you
Touch you
And Warmly turn

On my lovers feet(8)

@rwspisak

Where o' why
do you write, late at night
With dread or delight?
Write for history or just to muddle the puddle
of mysterious misplaced peremptory resentery?
I write at night,
Oh
On My cave walls,
the nether side of the weathered barn stalls,
the local crosswalk with paint, petals
and chalk.
In blood at the butcher block.
in scales high on lufting Muslin sails.
Won't it stain Irrawaddy worthily
or hurriedly counting every stop.
In my sopping brain.
even when I drop the pencil,
it whensull drills all by itself
and scars and marrs
the shelf, transcribing in
Flemish every daggum blemish,
in Arabic or Sumerian, with every flick of my pens pungent hillarion.
Begad my friend
it's almost like FRESH FROZEN ZEN!
OR if your hip
On music script when I can find it.
To be flip.
And snide besides.
On the sides of cliffs when I climb in the Transvaal Rift.
I've written on the winded horses of course
and there amid the burdened Bedouin burrows
with furrows of philosophic musings
of my very own select and careless ne' random choosing
I used to make a virtue of necessity
A peri-patty, nearly natty parody
with arch simplest brevity on any savagery.
This con-cavity of vanity.
And scribble with unmarked scrabble tiles of sanity.
Or on miles of random bits of paper,
noisy babble like the unchurched rabble or like some mosaic
of paper hanging Draper's kite. BanderSKITE DELIGHT!
as if
in this simple unassuming media mist
I might somehow enact a more exact pact
of mumbling humbling creed,
ah, Seemingly brim swimmingly grinningly all the while
by forcing myself to treat any merry medium
as a likely worthy shelf.
For these darkling shadows of the smug huddled,
paddled hug-addled self
beside the point.
By habit

on a Clay tablet.
Anoint a Stone plate, with paint.
or a random bit of slate, from home plate! No mistake scanning on the sides of starving chalk carvings,
fleeting I repeat on stuffed startled
starlings, replete and written in sodden well soaken
oaken string and oh, just any old blameless something.

The coat tails of congressman,
and sometimes clerks or any such soda jerks,
wandering by, on the wings of glistening listening flies,
and caged mahogany cockroaches too,
in split ivory complete or on my lovers feet
And cover their shoes
with don'ts, and do's.
Leaving prints for blinking scribes
drinking deep in their thinking inks wise Until Lengthily I espy
The vain glorious horizon
Than I might dare out-wise them.
Nor criticizing
Simply Summarize them.
Recasting the disaster
Captured whence
in the second dense plaster!

Poussie Rye-Yacht (11)

@rwspisak

IF EVER YOU HAD ANY DOUBT THE NERVE,
OF THIS OR ANY SORT OF GIRL
LEAVE THE TRIALS OF HOME BIRTH ALONE,
OR THE STRAIN OF TWO AM, THE BABE UNKNOWN
I WILL PRAISE THE STUFF OF THEM,
WHO WITHOUT _BARBIE, WITHOUT KEN_
THEY TOOK THEM TO A CHURCH TO STORM,
BRINGING DOWN TEN THOUSAND
AWFUL LAWFUL KINDS OF HARM,
COCK A SNOOT, at MR P
WHO GRINDS HIS ENEMIES BEHIND THE TREE!
WITH HIS SPECIAL HIDEOUS PITILESS
BRAND OF POISONOUS GLEE!
THEY TOOK THEM, TO THE CHURCH
TO DENOUNCE THE WRONGS EMERGE
THAT ANY FOOLS KNEW TO SAY
WAS DOOMED AND NOW TUNED GROOMED TO A FEISTY SONG
ABOUT THE WRONGS
_"Congregations genuflect_
_Black robes brag, golden epaulettes reflect_
_Freedom's phantom's gone to heaven_
_Gay Pride's chained and in detention"_
THERE THEY STORMED, INSIDE THE CHURCH
UN-PROTECTED BY THE BREAST THAT NURTURED
BABIES CRAZIES THESE WHOLLY FOOLS.
WHO WOULD SCREAM AT POOTIES GRUESOME DANG 'ROUS TOOLS.
PUTEES PALACE GUARDS'LL KNOW
AS HE BARES HIS TEETH
AND GRINDS E'EN SO.

THE GROUND IS LITTERED WITH HIS DEAD
DID YOU SEE,
WHAT THESE BRAVE GIRLS SAID?
THEY AREN'T WORRIED AT THE POISONED KNOB,
THEY DEMANDED FREEDOM, _THATS THEIR JOB!_
__"Does your vagina have a brand?_ _
__Let your vagina start a band_ _
__If your vagina lands in prison_ _
__Then the world is gonna listen_ _
__My vagina is tough and dangerous_ _
__Shaking up the major labels_ _
__Vagina gonna take the stage_ _
__Cause vagina's got a lot to say"__
THESE BRAVE FRAILS
WITH GUITARS AND VOICE,
THEY $EE NO NEED
OF MERCHANT$ NOI$E
THEY SHOOK THEIR FISTS AND SANELY BRAVELY REFRAINLY MOCKED
WHERE ONCE UPON THESE SHORE,
WHERE ONLY NATO, STALKED.
WEARING NO ARMOR,
BUT THEIR HEARTS
WHAT THESE BRAVE LADIES DARED TO START!
_"Don't play stupid, don't play dumb _
_Vagina's where you're really from _
_(Where you from? Where you from? Vagina!) _
_(Where you from?) _
_Don't play stupid, don't play dumb _
_Vagina's where you're really from _
_(Where you from? Where you from? Vagina!) (Where you from?)"_
WHEN ARMIES THREATEN AND MISSILES POSED
THESE SOULFUL WOMEN PUT ON SHOWS
SO BRAVELY SHOUT - TAUGHT THESE WOMEN FINE
THAT ALL THOSE GENRALS AND POOTIES SPYCRAFT CANNOT FIND!
WE SAW THESE MASK MARAUDER GIRLS
NO MAKEUP, FAKEUP, BLISTERED KURLS
STAND UP LIKE THAT SINGLE MAN TO TANK
IN BLOODY TIENAMEN, WHERE THE CORPSES STANK
__"You're electrocuting my nerves_ _
__I don't trust you today_ _
__Police baton on my ribs_ _
__I'm singing with blood today"__
THROUGH MASKS THEY DENOUNCED THOSE DANGEROUS FOOLS,
PRONOUNCED THOSE WHO WITH TORTURES, POLONIUM
POISONS, PRISONS RULE

ENOUGH THEY SHOUTED!
WE BRAVE THE CAGE
FOUGHT THEM FOR THEIR FREEDOM
FROM OUT THEIR STAGE!
__"Woah now man, I'm losin focus_ _
__Va jay jay on hocus pocus_ _
__Don't act like you don't notice_ _
__Girls run it like U.S. Open"__
DISGUISE THE PRIZE
THEIR CLOSIN IN
THOSE GRUESOME GACKS
THOSE BLOODIE JACKS THEY NEED A WIN
THOUGH THROUGHOUT
THEY'VE COMMITTED
EVERY HEINOUS BLAMELESS SIN?
THE CHURCH YET WELCOMES POOTIE IN
DRAGGING THOSE TWENTY PLENTY BLEEDING NEEDING CORPSES
BY THE SKIN
COMPROMAT, THESE FELLOW TRAV'LEERS
WHERE WILL THEY NEED THE EXTRA HEXTRA CRUCIFIXERS UNDER RAVELS ?
ALLY-O-KINA
ARRESTED SEVEN TIMES, UNBURIED YET
SHE SERVED HER TIME
BRAVE RIGHT THERE IN POOTIES FACE
DECLINED TO RESIGN, SHE STANDS IN PLACE
INSTEAD THEY STOOD AND SANG SO BRAVELY SAGELY GRACED!
ALLY-O-KINA, TEACH YOUR DAUGHTERS HER NAME,
WITH BRAVE MALALA, WHO IT
SEEMED ONLY WANTED SCHOOLGIRL DREAMS
THESE OUTRAGEOUS DANG'ROUS WOMEN NO LONGER USED LIKE TOOLS OF FOOLS
ALLY-O-KINA , DELIV'RY GIRL, STEPPED OUT, DISGUISED, TOOK ON THE WORLD
SUCH JEWELS!
NO LONGER NEEDED HEEDING MASKED RETREATING TASKED! TRIUMPHED AT LONG
LAST!
SHE BRAVELY GAVE BLOODY POOTIE A BEATING!
THOUGH ALL THE FORCES ALIGNED FREEDOM CONCEDING
AGAINST HIM, NEEDLING !THESE BRAVE YOUNG WOMEN,
TRIED TO CONVINCE HIM,
AND THEN IN VICTORIOUS SONG JUST RINSED HIM!
TOOK TO THE STAGES IN GLORIOUS RAGES,
TO LEAD THEIR FELLOW RUSSIANS ON
TO FREEDOMS PAGES
_"_Putin is lighting the fires of revolution_ _
__He's bored and scared of sharing silence with the people_ _
__With every execution:_ _
__the stench of rotten ashWith every long sentence: a wet dream"__
SHE HAS MIGRATED ACROSS THE BORDER OF DISORDER_
AND OF MEANING TO RECONNOITER
DISGUISED AS A FREE EUROPEAN HUMAN BEING_
WILL WE JOIN HER IN THE VOYAGE_
BACK TO HUMAN RIGHTS_
AWAY FROM MERCHANTS PURCHASED SPOILAGE?_
_Pussy Riot - Vanguard of the FUTURE!__
NOTE: the red/italics are from their lyrics (translated)

LOST and Found(3)

@rwspisak

have you heard the sound
the rustling skirt
the click of heels
you really
don't know how it feels
as she passes by and gives her head a jerk
jaunty up the stairs she climbs
all the eyes
except the blind
Follow her as she passes up the stairs
the bouncing curls
the lips just so
and all the while
she seems so blithely unaware.
who'd have guessed beneath that beauty
a stalwart heart, that knows its duty
all that talent
pressed in service
of what great task it makes me nervous
carrying civilization in both hands
a noble heart, the grandest stand
Ferrying knowledge across the sand
a vast and piteous ignorance has taken hold
and its many practitioners have been made too bold
She carries high upon her heart
the riches of literacy, the joy of art
through her
students seek to make a start
remember that teacher
that did inspire
your young heart and kindled fire
the yearning burning
it rises in your breath
and tireless ceaselessly
you contest -
Carrying civilization in your heart
and oh my friends what a noble fire she'd started
now your heart raises up that flame
you'll never ever forget her name.
She will stand,
forever in the mind of man,
this noble servant of the art of teaching,
plays its part, and rising up on new conceits.
Rise from knees, up to our feet

Send the rich into SPACE (9)

@rwspisak

They know their place
High above the common trace
Let's send the rich into space.
We'll spare them gladly
so far from our face, Jeering madly,
they've made their case.
Let's send the rich into space.

Let's send the rich into space
Let them make their own fresh air
They'll have to make it, I just don't care
No use to fake it.
Losing the rich, Won't make us
Sad, mad, or even glad, BUT.
It does scratch an itch!
Cause all they had they stole, shaken and
Taken into their bulging pockets break'n
scrapin from the plates of our beloved poor.
Huddled shivering outside their IRON-HEARTED DOOR!
Don't let the door from behind, hit you
I won't mind if the tiny door fits you!
You won't have to share one drop, of space
there's a lot. Plenty of vacuum out there to spare
Let's send the rich out into space. I swear!
You may keep your spoils and your buds the royals,
just so's your all amused, let me leave you these crumbs of clues,
It seems you might have to polish your own muddy bloody shoes
yea, bout time you pay your dues.
No longer
Will they walk among us
Send them out into the stars far from us just bout PAR
They can take their yachts
And their cars, way out to the stars
Let's send the rich out to space that place
Bless their darling arses
Let'm dodge and duck,
as each meteor passes
Take their own poodle out for a Willy
Where? Solar flare? Oops! Silly!
On the next spinning grinning asteroid until he,
needs to build his lunch,
or the space ship goes crunch
Let's send the rich out into space.
Take all their sneering, their complacent careering
Their vain glory poses
Right up their Surgeon trimmed noses.
They're just too too good to tarry here
Why? Then my friend
Its to us the earth and its clear waters,
dear.
Take your servants, if they willing
No one need be waited upon,
And get their fillin
As if your a sage or some new-age villain.
Let's send the rich outto space -I'll chase!
Let'm spend their lives without their humble shutters drawn
And your Royal Progeny's
entitled classes at the school (they built and spawned)
Where each Dawn of Royal clan
Skates right through
An across the gold plated span.
Then Every man a king
Each Woman a queen
Not one more knee shall bow
Nor wait in distress, ere how?
On any scene of their mess.
Just send the RICH,
into space
I guess!

My garden green

@rwspisak

When upon my seed
I bless, and dream of garden lush
Confess
When ere from seed or darkling sprout
Please poke out from the earth I shout
It's tender reaching sparkle start
When charmed by sun and rain
I'm blessed it's tiny fingers breach the soil
That I might nurture these tiny teachings
Where from the rich earth leaps
A very special kind of preaching
The little tender sprout stands up
I nurture it with tender touch
As slowly as it rise from earth
It brings forth a special silent mirth
I'm in a line from ancient times
Who've conjured from this earth sublime
A tiny reaching life from earth it gave
A borning from the silent earth upraised!
Happy Earth Day!

Non-Disposable World

@rwspisak

Picture IT - a world without THERMONUCLEAR OVERKILL,

Bomb lost it's thrill, It Will It Will

Picture It - a world after all the BOMBS are GONE, TOO FAR MON -
Bomb lost it's thrill,
It Will It Will

PICTURE IT a world not holding it's breath at the edge of death,
the toxic waste
the chemical taste of food in MONEY ONLY GOOD.

Bomb lost it's thrill,
It Will.. It Will

PICTURE IT!
No mad generals with pointing digit poised,
EARS PINNED filled with NOISE of SHOUTS OF DOUBTS

Bomb lost it's thrill, It Will! It Will !

PICTURE IT!
a world after the end of Biological Weapons,
that fools will send threaten.

Bomb lost it's thrill,
It Will! It Will!

PICTURE IT!-
no fanatic dramatic climactic climate war,
no inversions or floods or earthquakes conned
crunch, too much heat then or dry no clouds in the sky no rain with lunch.

Bomb lost it's thrill,
It Will! It Will!

PICTURE IT no rayguns in space, no thistley whistley missiles, to bless the statosphere torn, or HOT
HEADS WIND DOWN, BURN after space war
rafter thought it'd meant quite alot.

Bomb lost it's thrill,
It Will! It Will !

PICTURE IT the bombs gone,
the missiles dismissiled,
the sub de-commissioned,
no reactors out fission. PICTURE IT,
the control board turned off
did I hear a scoff?

Bomb lost it's thrill,
It Will!
It Will !

Niet Voyne (3)

Upon learning the slogan of Russian Anti-War Activists

@rwspisak

"niet voyne"
Still far too much wisdom
It breaks the wall
Constructed by the state's prism
It dare not fall whence
Baldly to call out criticism
After all
"niet voyne"
Those two most powerful words
No to War!
They say
Oh No, say no!
To much more stain'd ruddy red
CLAY, Today
"niet voyne"
We will not March today
"niet voyne"
No no, We will neither kill nor slay
Nor hide in denial,
Just to Deny the awful lies
with which our open eyes espy
"niet voyne"
Will will not
build your war wall tall
We will not ever
Even
should we fall
Beneath the missile
Or those war wagons' hideous precision
Insidious crawl
Into the graveled grave withal
"niet voyne"
We will not
build the body count
Not even in the smallest
amount
No innocent shall fall by this hand
We will ever with "niet voyne"
Just two words
Here
to stop an army's March
Just two words
To dare impale
And tear a tyrant's stony
Heart!

The First Gifts

@rwspisak

(Written in memory of Dorothy in honor of Linda)

Yes, you welcomed those babes at your breast
gave them from your own life sustenance
thought first of them, their, pleasure, their pain their needs
then some other, then yourself
brought them through the most holy sacred gate they will enter ever
into the world and into a human life
it can be readily said, you gave them the very first gift
before the gods at the cradle round bestow those precious others
you clothed them in flesh gave them their first form
what cells and man and fashion could give you gave first
before your gift there was nothing and your giving-self
made every other giving possible
when the first cry is heard it calls your name
when each searching hand first reaches out it reaches out for yours
when you press the tiny lips to your breast and smell those first tender breathes
those sweet gardens scents are meant for you alone
as tiny fingers first begin the long lonely search they search first for you
never is this new being more beautiful, than when seen with your eye
never is the kind of blessing given, than that given from your eye and heart
no wonder
the mother is so universally blessed
no wonder such special blessedness belongs first and last to mothers
she has given so much of her flesh, and her heart
the first gifts

Awful & Terrible, a politic parable

@rwspisak

Offered themselves
Which to consider
Was I in love
Terrible offered
A plate of bad food
He was plain ol red-DICK-OLAS
MAN HE WAS RUDE!
THEN THERE WAS AWFUL
HE WANTED TO HELP
BUT DAMN
HE WAS CROOKED
In league with big bankers
The wankers, insurance endurance
INSPITE OF HIMSELF!
AWFUL WAS FULL
OF BUSINESS AS USUAL
THE SAME OL LAME OLD
TRICKS TO
CONFUSIA!
Terrible he was a bangin
The pots and the pans
Mischievous and thuggery
Man he opened the can!
O twelve kinds of devils
They' was armed and up to no good
Storming the White House
Up the hill they knocked over Justice
In the Senate they stood
Awful ain't seen nothing
An incrementalist he
No need to rush out
Just slow a'murderin he
Naw lets don't rush to Judgment
Said ol king awful
Sure there's inJUSTICE
But I checked here, it's lawful
Terrible's a robber
Sets all his rats loose
They's stolen the engine
And now the caboose
Sure people need healthcare
They's buried in debt
And Lawful Awful replies
But the rich has der rights too
You must be patient
And rest, close yer eyes.
Terrible's got guns
He'd throw open the prisons
Then he'd round up the librals
Then throw 'm within'm
The pentagons in riot
They's burnin the cash
What's left of the safety net
Old awful just slashed
Terrible ain't wait'n
He rounded up his army
But awful's hold'n fire
He says
Let's not get alarmy!
Terrible, he's marchin
A head of his army
Awfuls have'n a presser
All distingay an charm'n
Which of deese id'gets
Does we want in charge
I'm hope'n for fairness
Ain't she out here?
At large?

Warm Calculations

@rwspisak

how much love, how much time
how much warmth allowed to climb
over the wide walls of shelf of self
how dare the eyes
indeed the LIP
needs the seeds
replace to fill the space
between the loves, in family time.
the subtle balance, slipery climes,
some time for friends
in arguements allure.
the natural neverwhirl
choices swerve
judgement steps
on tentative representative words,
whose ideas hurtle tipsters
tiptoes turtles on weighted cautious moments.
OUTSIDE the FENCE
frequent events volcanic
forments revolt of love.
measured mastered
cast that play faster.
could we compare two weaving leaving doves
to loves to flowers fine half argued choice,
of child to child to friend to find
a thousand
billion words choices heard,
without repose of time relent.
this soulful face replace with bastard wine
despise deriding time.
Decisions erased in human long division.
Villain time in tandem tug, with spurious space replace,
content to tear arming hearts with alarming arts.
past all metallic strainelectric thumps
hide the signing sighs
in tearful throated lumps.
loves' web soft embrace
dewy prisms paint
green leaves in light
wild heart starting smile delight.
weigh the hours
on thine eyes tender scales.
The wails of depart art.
Weigh the ours,
count the blooded hours
alone un-phone' d peace.
Counting times ridiculous sublime,
of wasted water,
tasted running down dangers cheeks
on cobbled clouded downcast lane
Wasted moments
monuments to independent moods
in brew'ed pitch
scalding broth the sloth sad plight
indeed schism
indecisions muddy mirror.
Count the times hurtled corpse recline
measured mastered
time the wild and wooly miles of wiles
treasured kisses
breakout blisses
thundered caress yearning
the sky , the sky, the sky is burning
by memories aflame
what was the name
balanced by the greater graphs of past
calculators barely scratched my memories sleeve
yet I grieving caught
catching wrenching wet wretches
choice chance to dance the waltz of shadowed romance
mental waves wash
wash over graves of history's mysteries.
mental waves wash
wash over graves of history's mysteries.
mental waves wash
wash over graves of history's mysteries.
ring round
they royal relativity of life
remember the ritual brothers'
virtual wife
echo the favorite uncles strife
cancel the baby brothers
new lovers
clover wife.

Anointed Touch. II

@rwspisak

an anointing touch, of fires desires
and to the soothing silk of skin, within.
ope's its hopes complete
and inspires desire too sweet
the tender tongue tastes each sacred place anoints
the pleasure palace
though tender touch can win
within and win its favored salty flavor of the skin
sometimes the deep massaging message
presages certain stresses, when dress torn are down
and tresses fan the places tracing heart beat racing
grace
is.
tough touch can roughly tug and rob the walls formerly forbidden
as the hand reaches out to that rich garden lush
no longer hidden, no more lidded
now opened and noted
when the favored foot
and each gentle tiny toe is ta'en, the brain buzzes, electric touches
well warm in oiled scented hand
and taken gently shaken
that the feet and legs might well awaken,
and rise a' snaken
and the sinew taken as the thighs sigh
an ope like dripping jungle fruit, slipping
kisses trace the legs and bless caresses
with that sweet fire of desire
so even the tiniest toe will know
what heat the firey furnace shows
each maddened morsel glows

Pencil or Pen extend

@rwspisak

Then I say to you
Write in pencil
for all that's true!
As for mine,
i strike with ink
To capture what my muse doth bring
I follow this star in desert and mountain
And would never quibble nor jibe with her glorious fountain
But dear sweet m'lady Mary
I would never chide
Nor complain in earnest and tarry
Like foresters fate of old, deep in drink foretold!
O' then lost in some darkly wooden glen
be bold!
But let me say again, my thee my gentle friend
Whom I to thee
this marv'lous missive send.
Dear Mary
if thou wouldst prefer the pencil then
For its subtle shading I say then - shun the pen!
Then By my beard or at least it's stubble
Then thou shouldst
may it's speeding path be doubled.
Wield the pencil merry when thou dost start, and avoid the trouble, when ere thy start!
To give thy pencil wings
as it were
as if to ferry. For of thy very dear hearts missives
I'll never chide
Or speak
Dismissive

Save the Wars!

@rwspisak

We must wirk our quirk to save the wars
this I say
with my newly sharpened DIRK!

But that's what bombs and guns are for
when we go into a savage rage like tigers with both hands save them block by block and gore from floor to floor!
GOD DAMNED - with dunning bombs to graves, we'll talk
and with our guns we happily gave
grave after grave after grave after grave

whole city blocks we will improve
with our mortars
50 cals renewed -

sure some folks will then inherit
some without cause or even merit
but we're sure it will improve as we sew their land
of gardens with our metallic bitter doom

yes their children well may find
shrapnel left in their hands or break op'e their minds
reaping from families you may say
scattered to an onrushing unmarked groves of graves

urban redesign we do at speed
BLOCKS TO RUBBLE
as quick as Need
from 30 thousand feet and we're through
oh, I meant thorough
don't you know BLEW
UP growing uprooting democracy
row by row
unreserving swerving undeserving GLOW

some may tire of carnage
Them,
I'll never endear
and will
eternally in the highest caliber disparage!

Secret Service makes me nervous

@rwspisak

As they stare
And keen observe us
Them with radios in their ears
Always watching waiting,
Make me nervous.

CLEAR!
Guide us in our passing ways
Arms akimbo
At the ready- are they really just so quiet
And steady

Always with their pistolas at the ready?
Through the nights
And through the days
As us, they through the streets convey

Watchful waiting ready to unpack
To sacrifice
All that's sacred
All that's nice

A clot, a bundle of security stumbles
So we might
Wander safely through the daring star sprinkled staring night tumble
They pass amongst us almost unseen
Willy Nilly
With no more scruples
Than uncle Billy, so obscene
He's quite a dilly. Uncle Billy!

They overhear all kinds of stuff
Just how the republic
Gathers rusting trusting gold-plated understated dust
Between the deals that grease the wheels
And how that principled fellow
Wheels and deals
As they pass amidst the power elite
In shiny shoes, power congeals
And dark pressed suits with darkling wrap around glasses complete the suite.

Privy to the deepest deals
Softening the roads for the big comfy white wall wheels
Oh what dark secrets
They overhear
As they pass from room to room
As the power brokers plume and zoom

Don't you think
These men and women
Get a little muck
From what they swimmin
Privy to the darkest secrets
Known to them our leaders every weakness
Whether dodger ball or midnight consignation with the secretaries under-all's.

Yet old princey princeling Pense
Was worried
As he from the rotunda hurried
How trusting should he really be as he scurried
To these heavily armed
Dark glassed security, it seemed he found no comfort there (his story)

He knew where their bread was buttered
When they took him
To the car garaged so subtle
Just where would they take him!
To the MOB?
We're they as trustworthy
Or would could they, do their job?
Or where they do sinister, just wait there to rob?
Reporting to a criminal prez-DUNT
Would the steal him, was this really without precedent ?

No thanks
He said
I will not hop in there
With you all
Lest you take me out for my last stroll to the mall
Where awaits me
The hangman's tree
With its signage
There for me?
beside you
I heard what you'll do
You aren't Clyde
Who's always with me
By my side.

You seem distressed
That I won't go?
Just who you're working for
I wanna know!

Penses lens the ride
Decides to balk
And instead their in the bowels of the Capitol
Just-
Take a walk!

Now their messages are missing
Quell supreese
About when instead of Pense
They took a knee
When they planned to deliver
Their package
To the hangman's tree

OctoPlace Octo-Taste(10)

@rwspisak

Octopus Tentacles- and a triple hearted ventricles
patrol the sea floor and corals careless of the stiff and stilted sentinels
these pliant self reliant sentience, relentless in pursuit
crawling jetting in pursuits even collaborative hunting
wearing a thousand shades of bunting
camoflauge and more
they might be nesting resting outside you door
there in the reefs on down on sandy ocean floors
from the reefer heights or down in the deeps solid night
their flight to prey
or to hide away
their minds distributed across different design
their brain a donut shaped and shipped to rippling tentatcles slip
each limb a sub-brain, that tastes and touches and remains
to find its own way, unless, until the central brain wills
so joint path, whether forward or back jetting, forgeting arms or beseiging prey
with gently reaching say

EXCUSE MY SHRIMP, with a tap on the shoulder
steering shrimper over to another arm
to steer him mouthward, without alarm.
These soft-bodied cephalopods with camera eyes
can spy you where you lie, or walk across the lab where
they had you when you got them mad.

Octopus Tentacles-amazing like a Wizards Pentacles
The Occupied Satisfied Octopus, Impossimus, the more we learn
our curiousity burns - with every fact gets stranger and stranger
It's a laugh of an alien creature from the depths of the past's its main feature

Its brain is as rich and thick in synapses
As the family dog, before he collapses
Some hunt with fish, to fill their dishes
some even build cities for their fellow OCTOPUS PRETTIES!

The octopus, when on the loose
has brains in its feet, yet it sniffs its path
With eight feet of brains, that taste and sniff as they laugh
Think - down there in the drink where-
Each tentacle has a brain that can smell, taste, and touch,
and you'd suspect with all that input to process it's almost too much

Each tentacle has its own brain,
It thinks as it wriggles, it tastes and it giggles
with each and every step whether dry or wet!
yet their all coordinated, which can almost explain
the complex behavior that it's true, and the darndest thing,
its blood is really blue
And with all those brains
sure it can suffer quite a few complaints.
No wonder so many are solitary, not countenencing foolishness, depravity, vanity, or savagery
Imagine that you taste and smell with every place your foot would fall,
fair or foul? After a while, you have to smile.
As his snaky tentacles precede with good taste
where he lifts and sniffs and frets and jets, from place to place.
A colorful fellow a mimic galore match a snatch or a rock,
as if he could talk. Just what's on his mind,
you can actually find, out on a tentacle tasting
spending disguises slipping behind tubular donut shaped mind?

That his brain's distributed from its donut center.
That it's purpley blue pulse repels the touch
That they often live alone says much!
each tentacle has its own responsive brain
and its been known to track and train
its keepers, blessing with a squirt of secret sauce
aimed by its brain to extract an icky cost!
If its feelings have been slighted or crossed.

Although they are generally a lonely sort, an
they've been seen to constructed their own dream villages
of shells and rocks and debris, even with avenues you see

They've been seen to grab up tools and make fools
of their food before they eat it, make no mistake.
they'll even mimic a snake?

Octopi, will often sneak up on their food and tap it on the shoulder
so as not to be rude. So it runs from the tap into their grasp
so they can hold'er before they eat it, quite a pretty slick trick.

In the lab the have climbed out of tanks
cross the floor in their ranks
climbed creeping into a fish tank reaping,
eaten all of the fish, that they wish and then splish
back to the floor, climb back to their tank and just sank
Satisfied, the little guy!

When back in their home
and close their lid on their own.
As if they never left home, they did.

Each tentacle can touch and taste and move on its own
as each across the sea bottom, explores its blotter zone.
As if a tentacle had a mind of its own,
As if after an argument it might wander off and later come home.

ON the reef, or in the deep,
after they lay their eggs
they guard them it is said
some watchover for four years
without ever hunting or sleeping or tears
until they emerge and as little adults surge
once their eggy lives are past,
surrender to the sea and surge at last.

@rwspisak

The groceries will wait(9)

Winding
Respiration Resuscitates the unwinding
of the yet unreasonable seasonal fathom the chasm
Of faint fractured feathered fortress.
Photons await, the mere moral matter can chase and race to replace the gainsome case.
All the while, it's well stirred pearls retrace.

In weighty pregnant pause,
The clauses charge upon the Firey logs
Smoldering rejoinder fitful employer.
Don't dare disappoint her with her practiced craggy despair
Despair, still frightened in the heightened air of restraint.
The paint, yet wet, can't forget, the Pants.
It plants there on my work pants
where though best west as they can attest.
Tattoed, with shopworn thoughts of you, the BEST

As the final faint whisperings glimmering
impatient we stare
hovering recovering,
removing the covering only to spot
As the gas gauge plunged hysterically
toward the reluctant Imperial "E" and stop.

It's not marked ELEGANT EFFERVESCENT ELEPHANT,
not for nothing, mind you!

I will, just wait, let me find you!
The groceries will have to wait!
I'll remind you. Honey.

Stone Ground Poetry from the Stars

Written by Rick Spisak (poet of the three rivers)

List of Poems of 2022

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Restless Sleep (5)

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Syndicalists, Socialists and Radical Groups(3)

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No more WAR!

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Butterfly Eyelash

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The Tall Fall

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Dressed in a caress

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Poets offer

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Dead Immortals

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14,000 Iranian Women (2)

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The quiet uncertainty (2)

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Prana - Unstoppable (10)

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The Statue, that wasn't (2)

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We built a Gallows (7)

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What will history say, Hooray! (7)

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The Election up ahead(3)

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Sa'laam

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S' Lamb (4)

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FORK INNA ROAD (10)

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Egzagerate (5)

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Lost, Not Stolen (11)

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NOTES: Dad Farewell (7)

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BRIGHT BRAIN MUSIC (2)

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Healing Repairing(2)

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13.8 billion years

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Zeptosecond, Yocto-Cocteau Second (10)

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"Doubting Science" as Service

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four hundred and seventy million miles (5)

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About Spider Consciousness

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Space is the PLACE(8)

LIGHT: PART I

Space: PART II

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The little voice in my heads choice (5)

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Jellyfish that float high INNA Air (8)

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Cymbalism is in rhythm with any ism you can say
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