poetry

Descartes before the Horse

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Descartes before the Horse

Years ago when young I took philosophy
using that part of my brain quite new to me

abstract thought can be hard or it can be fun
demands connecting dots to find a sum

I think therefore I am, which makes me remember
this fall class, long ago in cold month of November

my professor was blind and students so crass
would get up and tiptoe to sneak out of class

bet the professor knew what they where doing
when grade time came who were they screwing

only questions asked where by me, which made me seem on the ball
other students who stayed in class never ever asked any questions at all

So when semester was over, the grades were posted
Everyone looked at the only A on top seemed as it boasted

I recall a big crowd turning to look right at me asking… “this must be your A?”
I moved thorough the crowd to see, while thinking must be my day

moved up to the list and realized it wasn’t me
“No”… I said, … I received a C

                                                                 Leefeller Guy

Memories of a freind

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Today is our farewell to Peggy day and I wanted to say I will miss her one more time and add a picture of a place we had seen together.

One last time around the bend.

 

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Ode to Peggy

the world feels empty, every time someone leaves
so as one deals with it, this is called grieves

Memories of Peggy are nice to me
took Peggy to doctors for her glasses you see

would have a pleasant lunch on the way home
talked to Peggy occasionally on the phone

A friend from Church she became
we had friends… some of whom where the same

I met people through Peggy I did not know
her neighbors and daughters are to show

Peggy had been around it seems
I think she may have been a nurse or a teacher
she even knew my friend a preacher

well known for her macaroni and cheese
Peggy made it so well, all who ate it where pleased

missing Peggy could be… but isn’t sad
for having known Peggy, I am so glad.

                                      Leefeller Guy

Benghazi amusing the masses by diversion

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Okay this is a political rant if you will.  So just ignore this post if politics is not your cup of tea. Recently one supposed political side is on a Benghazi tear while the other political supposed side is reacting.  I suspect Congress has nothing else to work with now that they are done with the IRS un scandal for today and bashing the Affordable Care Act yesterday.   I see politics as a deviation from reality where obsession is distraction. So tis  politicians lumber though hoops which do not exist while they try to promote to lobbyist.

A recent blog  which I find enlightening has listed Confucius Quotes link:  http://wordpress.com/read/blog/id/22327809/ but one Confucius quote I find particularly accurate in its description of politics is;  “It is hard to find a black cat in a dark room, particularly when there is no cat”.

So here we are with Congress’s  9th attempt to undercover the Benghazi cover up…which is funny when one  connects the dots in which  cats have  nine lives.  Anyway I wrote a poem…I realize not a very good one for I like to do the Irish limerick with my poetry and Benghazi is one heck of a challenge.

Benghazi 9th more

There’s a place called Benghazi

drives the Republicans crazy

Benghazi Republicans love to say the name

Benghazi seems to have driven Republicans insane

Benghazi four Americans came to their death

Benghazi Republicans act like they are on meth

Benghazi Republicans the president they want to impeach

Benghazi from day one they would do anything to reach

Benghazi, 9 times now Republicans have begun

Benghazi saying the name, for Republicans must be fun

Then There’s a place called Iraq not Benghazi you see

American deaths where four thousand four hundred eighty nine

Benghazi Republicans deaths in Iraq must be divine?

Benghazi sounds so good to say, while Iraq has crickets a sign

Benghazi Benghazi Benghazi we must hear

Benghazi over and over and over again

Benghazi on a spit we must sear

Benghazi a name Republicans love to say

Benghazi fills the Republicans day

                             Leefeller Guy

My apology to Antytrup, I have not figured out how use the WordPress links tool.

 

Hope and Change?

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O’Say can you see
Tis… only me?

Filthy rich and filthy poor
No guy in the middle any more

Be gone all things decided on
Idea is to make money on the rise of dawn

No taxes, the idea is to Pay for everything directly
The past has been done most incorrectly

Privatize everything under the sun
Now privatizing air has just begun

Oh, privatize this or privatize that
Do you have proof of pay for spat

Slackers expect government to do
Privates should really set the screw

Women’s rights a thing of the past
I knew it was too good to last

Schools down the tubes
taken over by rubes

Call it socialism means they must go
because Chamber of commerce says so

Public anything is not acceptable
Call it  Pinko Commie makes it detestable

Social Security, is next up to bat
get rid of it says the hack

Short changed it seems to me
for this is not the hope… I wanted to see!

                                                            Leefeller Guy

Little Palm Tree

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One lone Palm tree in our home

sitting over their, by the phone

filling our bleak room with green

actually looking quite the queen

oh, so quite and being so quaint

helps us to not notice the pealing paint

our little palm tree does so much

seems to be… just the right touch

                                     Leefeller Guy

Bantering Coyotes

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In the wee hours of the morning, I hear the Coyotes making such a fuss

Yapping, Yelling, and screaming, carrying on like there is no us

They do not care who they wake, as long as they get to keep what they take

Like people getting what they want, yapping Yelling and screaming and they continue to taunt

All over the place they are, I hear them up close and off quite far

One would ask how could they have gone on as they seem

When all they do is keep yapping, yelling and yes… even scream

Barking yapping and even crying

Barking yapping and even crying

Nothing like a politicin

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Arse, Arse

An enduring term to me
So when I call thee

I mean no insult, nor do I mean to hurt
It is just my way, to be so curt

You talk so long, but say so little
Why do you always, just diddle

Speak clearly, make your point, say your feelings
If you would just do as I ask, I would not hit the ceiling

Spit it out, even if you would shout

Why do you not say what you believe
instead you blow smoke and deceive

Why does it bother me so
It seems you should really know

An enduring term I shall use
My response to your boring muse

Tilting at Windbags

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Sound escaping air
full of oneself
excreting breathless lies

On Truthdig, the title “Tilting at Windbags”… amused me and as a political junkie and appreciator of poetry I came up with the above and may edit as my mood changes.; Feel free to comment and add your rendition of Tilting at Windbags.  The Truthdig article was about Mittens not the cat, criticizing the guy who kicked his golden butt in the last election.>

For the Bull

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Washington

Blame a game,

fear a tool

Plutocracy making all look the fool

Manipulation used to guide

Illusions and deceptions to hide

Always money making everything so funny

An oil spill here, a coal mine accident there, life is sunny

Slob on the street, cannon fodder for the elite

Welfare for the poor call it socialism in a heat

Bail out for Wall Street

Now… that can’t be beat!