Posted on

‘Shelf stable’ cream

Here’s a gripping tale non-dripping
of hermetically sealed
tight container of cream whipping
with the longest lasting yield

A packaged whipping cream
truly ‘shelf stable’
long the hostess’ dream
for the smart table!

But won’t stabilize a wobbly shelf
Repeatedly tried and failed myself

+)
-‘shelf stable’ = (marketing lingo) the cream stays fresh for a few months in an unopened container outside the refrigerator – while the package is useless for stabilizing a wobbly shelf

 

 

Posted on

Shall he ever get washed up on Reality Beach?

On fantasy’s waves
the Trumpwhale is splashing
with his pod of knaves
believing he’s dashing

When shall the Trumpwhale
get washed up, out of speech
muddied, in weak wail
on Reality’s Beach:

Cluelessly
gasping!
Crewlessly
grasping!

Let’s keep hoping, while prospects grim
as among sharks he learned to swim …

Posted on

Life’s true bestowment: The fleeting moment

Finally, at long last
done with my past unfolding
slammed the door shut, steadfast
without regret or scolding

For the wizened dawdler
is not life’s true bestowment
as for the rushed twaddler
peace of mind in the moment?

When focusing on a worthwhile current chore
we may find peace now & the next twenty-four

+)
twenty-four = 24 hours

Posted on

Goosery of Greed

Waiting in line at the bank
Pompous Temple of Usury
Floor marbled, breathing air dank
smells like a Goosery of Greed

Manager supercilious
tellers aptly pedantic
Banks prudently punctilious
ambience un-Vedantic

Of Money too easily sycophantic
as urge for earthly riches turns us frantic

Posted on

No longer sets her bow in huge waves rushing on

This verse was inspired by grandson Mikey when as a small boy he romped on top of the windlass in the bow of HMS ‘Queen Mary’, moored in Long Beach, CA since 1967. Of course ‘sic transit gloria mundi’ ship wise, while Mikey is still in his prime as a young man.

On polished upper decks: splendor & light
a display of power, riches & fame
while in the ship’s belly toiled crew out of sight
Times past like today, remaining the same

In her day the flagship of empire
enterprise, industry & might
albeit were it soon to expire
based more on arrogance than right

Many a storm howled around the crew in the con
No longer sets her bow in huge waves rushing on:

The windlass a stage for a toddler’s romp
as parents watch by gleaming gunnels
Without fail shall fade circumstance & pomp.
The ship a play field with three funnels

Now an amusement park in a disparate age
the ‘Queen Mary’ languishes moored in a zoo’s cage

+)
-funnel = smokestack, especially on a steamship
-gunnels = the upper edge of a ship’s side
-the ‘Queen Mary’ held the ‘Blue Ribbon’ speed record across the Atlantic after averaging 31 knots in 1938, between New York and Southampton

Posted on

Locked away in old age’s cage

Worrying, wobbly & old
his eyes bleak, heart & body cold
Integrity long since sold
a life story not needing told

Shifty much like a sand shoal
covered with tears & mold
dark & shallow is his soul
No hope getting re-souled

Locked away in old age’s cage
stowed & forgotten backstage

Posted on

Brightly beckons integrity

With each & every breath
we are descending
the very stairs to death
for me impending

My erstwhile sensory clarity
in old age has begun shading
still beckons brightly integrity
while my mind & body fading

While integrity, that ever upright bouquet,
an aspiration that shall never wilt away

Posted on

Law of gravity ain’t no whim of depravity

This verse suggested itself in the face of rising anti-reason & anti-science sentiment

Feel science is deniable
or of it plain unaware?
It still remains unpliable
so watch out, best be aware:

Each action & appliance
demands we’re compliant
with exact laws of science
of physics reliant

But if your attention rivets
on to being entertained
around science life still pivots
even if you’re unrestrained

The implacable law of gravity
knows neither virtue or depravity