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Monday, March 31, 2008

Hillary is a Huckabee !

Hillary is a Huckabee !

Like her Republican Arkansan
she too believes in 'Miracles',
not 'Math' ...

Like him, she too will hang around
hoping  for a 'Miracle'
to undo the 'Math'.

Let her,
PLEASE...

&copy;  Beeth2k8


Saturday, November 25, 2006

Black Friday, 2006

Rising to the challenge,

bundled up,
coffee-boosted greed chasing the sleep away
there they march off
with a war-plan Winston would have envied.

They have their goals,
rehearsed how to achieve them,
well before the flood gates open.

Johnny can't read but
can push-and-shove;
Mary can jump tall buildings,
run faster than a speeding bullet
and trample old women too;
Bobby is small enough to
crawl between your legs
and pull things
out of your hand.

The gates open --
a re-run of Pamplona
and 'The Sun Also Rises'
long BEFORE the sun really does
in America
on Black Friday !

ti: Black Friday [24 Nov 2006]


Tuesday, August 29, 2006

He wouldn't let me...

 
I know it's been over a year --
how time flies !

I had something written
on my calendar;
couldn't decipher, couldn't recall !

But that was a few weeks ago,
and I just recalled.

Hope he'd forgive me,
after all, I did forgive his thoughtlessness --
he was in a hurry,
but why? That,
I didn't know,
didn't understand.

Someone pulled the chair
cruelly from under me,
the Reverend saw it --
couldn't, didn't utter a word:
There were others,
they couldn't
and I didn't either.

They were all in a hurry to leave,
and they left, one by one,
all at once --
That ole Norse, that poor victim of
everything, Tiffy,
that little girl, Sophie.

I didn't know him
he didn't know me either
but at some level undefined,
he knew me,
I, him,
he appeared tough (we let him be,
that marshmellow fool)
he scolded me a few times --
not too many people
live to savor it --
but I let him
wanted to let him...

One thing I do hold against him, though,
he wouldn't let me adopt
Sophie Morgan --
didn't let me bring her
across the Atlantic.

She must be about 11 now,
I don't know how she is,
how she's doing in her School
what did she do this summer,
I know it was much too hot
where did she go,
but where did she GO...
for Heaven's sake ?

[For Terry C., aka Lord Pineapple, etc., etc., etc....]

[July 31] 

Beeth2k6  ©


Tuesday, August 22, 2006

 
Things that are
not round
are oval or square
[setting aside Pentagon].

What's this fascination
with order and symmetry ?
Other than a honeycomb
which's a sheet of hexagon,
almost all structures in Nature
are beautiful, but
without order, shape
or symmetry.

    beeth2k6 ©


 
Peace
doesn't exist,
but if it does,
it doesn't last...

What does last
is generally an unrequited
love
for peace.

A simmering pot
that just simmers, low
or high
in between boil-overs !

NOT big,
but that's my
'War and Peace' --
note it's 'and'
not 'or' !

    beeth2k6 ©



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