The Wandering Mind and Ceaseless Chatter in Your Brain Do you notice there is that voice in your head that never shuts upcriticizing, complaining, worrying and analyzingthen there is that mind that wanders like a bee to flowers looking for pollen?your level of concentration has fallenas you listen to that voice and get trapped byContinue reading “Poetry Corner “The Wandering Mind and Ceaseless Chatter in Your Brain””
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COVID Poetry Corner: “Someone Has to Pay The Price”
Someone Has to Pay The Price Yet another grim fatality statistic for the United Stateswith over 500,000 meeting their final fateshow much longer will this vile viral attack continue hammering the world?when all is overthe blame game will start with a roarwith a particular vengeance for deaths among the poorpoliticians and medicos will be bootedContinue reading “COVID Poetry Corner: “Someone Has to Pay The Price””
COVID Poetry Corner: “Just Another Two Weeks”
Just Another Two Weeks Yes our lockdown in Toronto has been extended for another two weeksthe battered spouse and the cancer patient awaiting surgery weepsour Toronto mayor says just be patient until the lockdown expires on March 8thsame old message on my mind is beginning to grate The politico-medicos have us imprisoned behind fear andContinue reading “COVID Poetry Corner: “Just Another Two Weeks””
Poetry Corner: “Perpetual Lockdown”
Perpetual Lockdown Yes today another extension of lockdown for 4 public health regions in Ontarioincluding Torontoof course with deference to the whomever they may be Ontario Public Health Tablean imprisoning health fablefor politicians running under the public accountability gableyou have put us under a for the good of the public fableruinous public health adviceto theContinue reading “Poetry Corner: “Perpetual Lockdown””
COVID Poetry Corner: “Stuck in a Perpetual Lockdown”
Stuck in a Perpetual Lockdown It would seem with half baked theories you politico medico eliteare trying to keep me from being in a hospital gown in some sort of totalitarianism spite At times your deference to shaky theories has me puzzled beyond beliefcausing millions grief Can we digress to biblical times and look forContinue reading “COVID Poetry Corner: “Stuck in a Perpetual Lockdown””
COVID Poetry Corner: “Do you trust it?”
Do you trust it? I refer to the COVID-19 vaccinecombatting the nasty virus with new mutations and future ones yet unseen The fact is that all have been rushed through without full clinical trialspanicked Warp Speed is in those vialsand the manufacturers are completed protected by governments to avoid any negligence trials The politico-medico eliteisContinue reading “COVID Poetry Corner: “Do you trust it?””
Poetry Corner: “Russian New Years Eve”
Russian New Years Eve Vodka flowing like Holy Mother Russiamuch more celebratory than in Prussia Attending a club for some dancingsome Americans seen as easy pickingsfor industrious pickpocketsbut for safety and being so wise an old wallet in my back pocket full of Monopoly moneyit was quickly liftedthe perpetuators violently miffednot being inebriated or pisseditContinue reading “Poetry Corner: “Russian New Years Eve””
Poetry Corner: “Legless Lager Louts”
Legless Lager Louts A phenomena in the United Kingdom I am tolda few pints and the timid become bolduntil the police put them in a chokehold You see them in most European cities and tourist destinationsinvariably an Irish puba safe place to eat bangers and mash grubeaten by tattooed and a Proud Boy thugor riotingContinue reading “Poetry Corner: “Legless Lager Louts””
Poetry Corner: “A Dangerous Man with his pocket of Roofys”
A Dangerous man with a pocket of Roofys (aka a dangerous night at the Disco) Youpieces of mascaraedeye shadowedpink lippedsilver spoonedcorvetteddeodorizedsanitized at least you’ve inspired a thoughtyou piece of Robert K. Stephen
Poetry Corner: “Wine”
Wine Lightheadedness is a signof unbridled optimismdeceiver of situationsjoyous roughish red nectarthat roars through my veinslike some tropical river teeming with mysticismyouyou softly laid me to the floorbut i still wanted moreand you like some deceiving whore kissed my lipsuntil I slowly entered intoinsensibility. Robert K. Stephen
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