|In case you don’t know. these first few pics are of Vladimir Putin (Prime Minister of Russia).
KINDA SUMS IT UP HUH?
Best to you, always!
Author of Widow’s Cliff and Other Poems
I have had several online conversations with individuals, many from the UK, who blame the USA for the troubles in the mideast. I have to remind them that these problems started a long time ago (they need to consult the old testament) and these people living over there for the most part live in the 6th Century. I also have to tell them that it was the UK who is responsible for having set up multiple countries through colonialization. Pakistan and Inda once were one nation and England ruled there. But, nope, to these idiots its all the fault of American CIA ops.
|THE WORDS ARE FLYING11/26/2010
Copy Write © 2010 Gordon Kuhn
The words are flying wide and wild this brooding sleepless night,
but none seem to fall in line, nor stay long enough within my sight
to deliver options to my pen, nor to charge the ink lying waiting therein,
a dark liquid which seems to understand my depths of joylessness wherein
I slip in struggle against ill thoughts, brooding views, a clinging fight
and calling shadows show, to me, to the world, a false delight
while trying to raise the alarm and mount a force for urgency to fight
as the fever presses in and is not so soft in touch or pressure light
and there find self trapped, wrapped tight in a blanket of self inflicted doubt
questioning all that lay exposed within a single candle’s flickering light
while all belief told might not be true that comes anxious into view
and a candle weak could easy lose its light if the wind a bit stronger blew.
|Jan and I were going to dinner the other night when we pulled to a stop behind a red corvette that was stopped behind an SUV that was waiting for a break in traffic in order to pull out from the exit ramp on I-75 onto US 301. There was no place for the SUV to go, but the imbecile in the corvette laid on his horn and tried to get around the SUV on the right side. The driver of the SUV fortunately did not attempt to drive into the passing traffic for had he/she they would surely have been hit by a passing car. When the SUV had an opportunity to pull out the corvette raced past and had to stop at the red light about 200 feet down the road. I wrote this poem about the idiot.THE IDIOT IN A RED CORVETTE
Copy Write © 2010 Gordon Kuhn
Last night——in darkening traffic,
I came across an automobile driving mome,
one, who, for the safety sake of the rest of us,
should have stayed, remained at home.
This was an impatient moron.
A blockhead born to be.
A sorry sight to see or find,
behind a wheel.
So important, he felt himself,
so——such a deal
to no one but himself I think.
A self important imbecilic deal behind a wheel.
Oh, I’ll grant that his red Corvette certainly was mighty shiny,
even though his brains were most like sat upon and very tiny.
Just some unpleasant father’s unpleasant son.
One, who most certainly,
I’m sure you would find,
if not agree, had, most likely,
rushed from his expectant mother’s womb
screaming at the delivering doctor,
or an unlucky cab driver,
whoever there was to unhappily doomed be found
waiting to catch the most carping, niggling, block of loam
to sudden burst upon this blessed earth
upon this favored earth to retched burst,
and to thereby ever allow from his mouth the foam
of impatient disquietude the planet to openly and sadly roam
a most caviling critic,
or am I being a cynic,
a disparager of imbeciles, who,
with little regard for another’s auto condition or position in traffic,
will most readily honk his God damned horn.
|Beginning next book of poetry at http://www.slushpilereader.com/index.php?option=com_manuscripts&view=book&id=444&Itemid=5&hashb=NDM4Gordon Kuhn
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