Oceanzest Poetry (270)

You catch the smell of trouble
like a festering stew
and a good cop knows
the way Harry Callahan knew
that when the low-life breed
there's only one recourse
polish that badge
and apply Magnum Force

Sunrise, ocean waves
a woman walks a small dog
courage for the day

a tree peeling bark
summers come and winters go
little insects watch

The gnomes they're in their gnomey homes
the elves have ceased to ring
there's nothing on the radio
the kids have taken wing
Santa is a long way off
Easter Bunny's done his thing
the TV's one big disaster zone
so we just have to sing

"There's a lull in the poetry
ring-a-ding-a-ling
there's four hundred little poetry scribes
and we haven't seen a thing, Woah!"

Turning up the music now
so I can do the fling
the neighbour thinks I've lost the plot
I'm dancing in my bling
we have to get more poetry
who wants to be the King
without a little poetry
we'll just have to sing

"There's a lull in the poetry
ring-a-ding-a-ling
there's four hundred little poetry scribes
and we haven't seen a thing, Woah!"

We didn't drift through the years
I remember the cute moments
like when you burst through the bathroom door
and threw the toaster into my bath
but it pulled from the plug on entry
and I blew smoke rings at the roof
and told you
"Baby I love it when you get frisky"
or when you pulled that gun
and fired six shots into the wall
and I told you
"Baby you're missing me on purpose,
but your arse looks so good in those jeans"
and later we'd melt into an embrace
now your all shacked up with
an accountant down on the river
and I'm left wondering
where the passion went

zipped vinyl mohawk
Anarchy for the UK
spittle and swindle

Sharif don't like it
Islamic Revolution
Rockin' the Casbah

There's a little angel in my beer glass
he appears there when I'm down to the last drops
I'm not sure if he's thirsty or not
he just sits there humming
so I refill the glass
then I miss him so I have to drink that one
and there he is again whistling
I whistle too
but he laughs at my effort
being sensitive to criticism
I refill again
and drink more slowly
this time he appears grumpy
so I turn the glass over on the bar
and invite 3 people over to watch him dance
he just gives us the one finger salute
never trust a drinking angel

seduction
white hot
metal draining
tango

kiss my shoulder
breathe
arch
percussive shock

spoke tight
flesh to press
blade sharp
milonguero

it has rained enough
spilling its torrent
lightning heavy
in the back country
haven
barefoot child
mud running
eels gaze
while the lamps
of the fisherman
shimmer
tomorrow
we will smoke
them whole
my friends
sunned skins
and roll the grubs
over the ashes
feast we may
for this what
the river brings
and the earth
has nurtured

When they get you down
down on your knees
never buckle
never buy the sleaze
who'll be rising
in the morning breeze
from the firestorm
gimme shelter please

FIST HIGH
FOR LIBERTY GAIN
BURNING FLAG
DOG ON A CHAIN

dusk on the red ferry
rain in the tenements
a woman in a patchwork dress
laughing with her son
fire escape jazz

blue harbor fog
cranking of street cars
while the newsboys
shout and holler
post cards on a wall

which brings us to the case of
the pear vs the fashion estate
a fruit unfairly marginalized
by a corruptible culture
wielding the maxim
of busty top and
narrow waist

this then in praise
of your resolute resistance
my little friend
you have not yielded
as the celery capitulated
and the rhubarb crumbled
bulbous to the end
shout it loud from the fruit bowls
you can take our trees
but you will never take our freedom!

A man has to take a wolf, a goat and a cabbage across a river.
His rowing boat has only enough room for the man plus either the wolf, the goat , or the cabbage. If he takes the cabbage the wolf will eat the goat. If he takes the wolf the goat will eat the cabbage. Only when the man is present are the goat and cabbage safe.
Question: Relate the situation to Afghanistan and comment on the US withdrawal?

haha

ok then how does he get them all across safely?