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RKS Poetry Anthology: “Beans and toast panic attack at Singapore Shangri-La”

Beans and toast panic attack at Singapore Shangri-La Newly arrived the previous night at the awesome Shangri-La Singapore 27 hours travelling perhaps more Could hardly raise a snore Float half senseless to buffet breakfast at The Line A quick peek on the way to the table My goodness this must be some gastronomical fable Asian,Continue reading “RKS Poetry Anthology: “Beans and toast panic attack at Singapore Shangri-La””

RKS Poetry Anthology: “Where can those Americans in Singapore be?”

Where can those Americans in Singapore be? They choke the streets in Barcelona Making the locals moana They flood Venice and Rome Thank God with McDonalds they feel at home They storm Paris congregating at the Eiffel Tower mouths agape pointing up and down Some locals begin to frown They flock about in London searchingContinue reading “RKS Poetry Anthology: “Where can those Americans in Singapore be?””

RKS Poetry Anthology: “Spare change required for Harry”

Spare change required for Harry Ex-commed by Daddy King Short on cash Time for Kardashian strategy But difficult as no breasts to bare So controversy, scandal, tabloid fodder Skills limited to paparazzi cultivation Must be maintained in the limelight Back in the royal graces your chances are slim So give it all up and partnerContinue reading “RKS Poetry Anthology: “Spare change required for Harry””

RKS Poetry Anthology: “Set the alarm”

Set the alarm Agonizing daybreak Punch your timecard in the slot of mockery Distant from the Club Med Packaged release Can be cached When the rat trap salesman and the countess Frolic in the bathtubs of seedy motels  While fantasy hawkers crouch behind the armchair teasing pulsating veins Praise aortas! Alas it beats Arduously battlingContinue reading “RKS Poetry Anthology: “Set the alarm””

RKS Poetry Anthology: “Honeymoon at Saratoga Springs (Circa 1961)”

Honeymoon at Saratoga Springs (Circa 1961) Well it certainly was quite a day Let’s go to bed Wait! I’ve got to brush my teeth You already did Come on why don’t we go for a walk But it’s two o’clock in the morning Oh all right Turn off the light and look the other wayContinue reading “RKS Poetry Anthology: “Honeymoon at Saratoga Springs (Circa 1961)””

“Lost in Puppydom: Rory Dylan Stephen’s Puppydom”: LIBERATION DAY: NAKED BEFORE THE QUEEN: LOSING A BODY PART

LIBERATION DAY: NAKED BEFORE THE QUEEN: LOSING A BODY PART Bob mentioned to me in his law school days one of his professors told his class the utmost honesty was a must for Canadian lawyers. If you ever had to explain yourself just imagine you were standing naked before the Queen! Monarchist dribble by today’sContinue reading ““Lost in Puppydom: Rory Dylan Stephen’s Puppydom”: LIBERATION DAY: NAKED BEFORE THE QUEEN: LOSING A BODY PART”

“Lost in Puppydom: Rory Dylan Stephen’s Puppydom”: “CONFESSIONS OF A CONEHEAD!

CONFESSIONS OF A CONEHEAD! Finishing my conehead imprisonment after my newtering. I don’t feel new? Tomorrow at high noon, like in some Western film my cone will be removed! Yippee!! I was about to say imagine if you had a cone on your head like me! But you are human so how could you understand.Continue reading ““Lost in Puppydom: Rory Dylan Stephen’s Puppydom”: “CONFESSIONS OF A CONEHEAD!”

RKS Poetry Anthology: “My Ninety Minutes as a Palestinian Hostage” (NAMBY)

My Ninety Minutes as a Palestinian Hostage (NAMBY) In the midst of dropping off spouse at Toronto’s The Four Seasons Centre for an opera performance Unfortunately, at the corner just opposite the United States Embassy An angry chanting mob many in keffiyeh shouting Allah is great AND DEATH TO AMERICA! Biden being burnt in effigyContinue reading “RKS Poetry Anthology: “My Ninety Minutes as a Palestinian Hostage” (NAMBY)”

RKS Poetry Anthology: “Was it better in the old country?”

Was it better in the old country? We were in a cab last night I was staring at the meter intensely uptight While the driver was talking to you Of stories of love and wine Ah……the girls of his youth In the old country Many grey hairs less Robert K. Stephen