Stand Up and Be Discounted (is the name of this blog post)

October 24, 2016

Just like the @ sign for “at,” there should be signs for “before” and “after,” something like this: and

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Here is some Trump Haiku:

1.

This Haiku is rigged

It is against Donald Trump

It is so unfair

2.

Whatever I said

Whatever I may have done

It is all her fault

3.

All of your problems

Are caused by a foreign group

Who look down at you

And some Clinton Haiku, too!

1.

It is just my turn

Donald would destroy the world

Nothing can stop me

2.

I can do this job

My opponent is a Smurf

A dangerous Smurf

3.

I am on your side

I advocate for children

Please don’t read my mail

Silly things about TV shows:

  • Nobody ever waits for their coffee to cool down before drinking it.
  • No one says “Goodbye” when they hang up the phone.
  • People don’t like to face one another when talking to each other; they generally stand side by side.
  • On The Flash, Cisco & Caitlin keep loose paper on their desk for the sole purpose of it blowing into the air every time the Flash runs off. You’d think after a couple of years of this, they’d get a paper weight.
  • If it’s a show from the BBC or a superhero show (other than Luke Cage), most everybody is white except the boyfriend/girlfriend.
  • Children can be replaced with completely different children and not even their parents notice (examples include Monk, Frasier & Modern Family).

And now, a daisy which, if you click it, will take you somewhere:

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Three Poems. Not Two. Not Even Four, But Three.

October 21, 2016

Rotten Teeth

They give up their teeth

They give up their jobs

And their children

They defend their ego

“Take my teeth,” they say

He misses his 12 children

A new baby will grow up

With dad in an endless time out.

 

It’s the system, not their fault.

They got screwed. It’s unfair.

But this time it will be different.

This is the last time.

They gave away their rotten teeth.

The Eyes of God

When I see with love

Those are the eyes of God seeing through me

Living Bridge

I will melt into this poem

And emerge with the truth

A bridge from rock to God;

No longer shall I phase between the shadows

I shall build my home

of rock and spirit

And fill it with real things


And now a flower, in case you want to go there:

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Wakescape

September 9, 2016

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There’s some kind of leak between my dreams and my so-called reality. It used to be one way, the normal way: bits and pieces of my life show up randomly in dreams. You know, your dog is in your dream, giving you advice, and she’s also your mother. But ever since April 13th, dream-stuff has been appearing in my waking world. For example, as I am writing this, I’m sitting in a café in Vermont, and on the chalk-written menu is raisin-flavored kombucha. Yes, Vermont is full of the hippy probiotic drink kombucha. But nobody really makes raison-flavored kombucha. It’s something I dreamed last night, along with the kombucha-flavored, vegan, raw chocolate cream pie, which I just noticed is also on display here in this café. It makes me wonder what else I’m seeing that I forget I dreamed up.

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Disconnected Thoughts

September 5, 2016

Brainstorming

Here are some things I’ve been thinking today. If we were eating a meal together, I would probably figure out a way to inject them into the conversation. But because I have no social life, I am sharing them here, in this blog post, with random strangers, lurkers and family members checking up on me.

  • Why We’re Hearing More Racist Comments in “Polite Society”
    • I believe that future social scientists will come to the conclusion that one result of Barack Obama’s presidency was a resurgence in public sphere racist dialogue. Not just as a reaction to Obama, but Obama gave racists an opportunity to say racist stuff that heretofore had been discouraged in public, under the guise of complaining about a President, and it just grew from there.

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Question Poetry

August 27, 2016

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The Question

Every poem is about What am I?

Every question is What am I?

The Universe demands to know what it is.

What am I? I am all of this and nothing

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Emergency Blog Post!

August 21, 2016

Computer error

The Internet is Broken! Here’s proof:

  • “I don’t care about pandas” receives 21,300 results on Google, whereas “I care about pandas” receives five. That’s right, 5!!!!!

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Poems that will get me killed

August 19, 2016

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What can I say? I like a dramatic blog post title now and then.

Personal updates:

  • I’ve decided to stop binge eating, beginning toorrow, so I have to finish off this loaf of “Four Cheese Medley Sweetbread” tonight.
  • I thought of with a new word today, “Huwomanity,”and am pondering how to use it… other than in this announcement.

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