Roxy Fave: Serenade

Darkness falls / Around your window pane
A light still burns, but just a smouldering flame
Is it the end of another affair / An open engagement with gloom ?
Or will you be smiling when the sun conjures up
A broken spell au clair de lune?

Silhouette / As you draw the shade
Cloak of night / You know it’s tailor-made
G-Plan gymnastics by an everglow fire
Could never mean the same
As summer enchantment by an old mill stream
From courtly love to costly game . . .

Maybe I’m wrong for seeming ungrateful, unforgiving
Oh how it hurts now you’re finally leaving
I couldn’t take anymore . . .

Now’s the time! Let’s hide away / Sacred hours saved from yesterday
Boo-hoo willows weep around you still, mirror reflections of dew
But waterfall pages of an open book could shower new horizons soon
Call the tune / Will you swoon / As I croon / Your serenade

Raking the Golden Muck

Wait a minute . . . Deep State Trump-haters are STILL talking about that Steele Dossier? Still trying to digest that nothingburger 2 years later? Hmmmmmm . . .
It is time, oh my seething, teeming hordes of loyal readers, to re-inflict one of my epic poems on all of you. Time has improved its delicate Trumpian savor.

Here is my Golden Shower Oldie from 2017:

 

Fake News Wets Bed

HEAR YE, HEAR YE:  It’s a wedding bell for bedding well while we’re crushin’ the illusion of Russian collusion! CNN wets on Russian bedding but Trump bets on Russian wedding, and you’re invited to the bridal shower. Punking the monkery, dig the debunkery; from Rasputin to Putin it’s time for some straight shootin’. Hillary looks old and glowers at Donald’s rumored golden showers. Our media owes US an explanation for streams of steaming urination, but we are willing to forgive and use their wet diapers as debt wipers. My poem’s appeal may take a toll, but let its little peal now roll:

“Tinkle, tinkle” rings the bell
A Fake News warning; time to spell
out what was wet with Moscow girls.
Putin’s putas?  Wisdom’s pearls
were pried from Truth’s reluctant shell,
banishing Hillary straight to hell.
None. It’s what we want left over
from this hag. We now discover
beds were dry; it all amounted
(all those golden tricks recounted)
to less than a tepid bowl of kasha. . .
Russia laughed from her summer dacha.
InfoWars was on it first
while Dems spun lies from false to worst,
awarding cash for faked dossiers
embellished with the CIA’s
well-trained performing circus-seal.
The FBI endorsed the deal
as RINOS horned in on the action:
Washingtonian distraction;
a democrat-concocted fuss—

. . . but we ALL paid Hillary to piss on us.

 

Does God Save Sociopaths?

Susan Denise Atkins (1948 – 2009)

Would you have let her babysit your kids?
She answers well and knows the scriptures . . .
but was she for real?

If you read the comments at YouTube regarding her testimony, the level of scorn is high. Few people believe she was truly saved in Christ. Years ago I read her autobiography Child of Satan, Child of God. The same people who dismiss her testimony are those who belittle faith as a crutch and nothing more. They say she was only acting in order to be let off early on parole. But to me, she seems sincere. The poor woman blew her mind while under the spell of a satanic false prophet, so where else could she turn to with a ruined soul?

THIS JUST IN: Crazy Story
of a lawyer in love

Sexy Sadie, what have you done
You made a fool of everyone / You made a fool of everyone
Sexy Sadie, ooh, what have you done

Sexy Sadie, you broke the rules
You laid it down for all to see / You laid it down for all to see
Sexy Sadie, ooh, you broke the rules

One sunny day the world was waiting for a lover
She came along and turned on everyone
Sexy Sadie, the greatest of them all

Sexy Sadie, how did you know
The world was waiting just for you / The world was waiting just for you
Sexy Sadie, ooh, how did you know

Sexy Sadie, you’ll get yours yet
However big you think you are / However big you think you are
Sexy Sadie, ooh, you’ll get yours yet

We gave her everything we owned just to sit at her table
Just a smile would lighten everything
Sexy Sadie, she’s the latest and the greatest of them all

She made a fool of everyone / Sexy Sadie
However big you think you are / Sexy Sadie

as written by John Lennon and Paul McCartney

Yoga-Yuga


Kali Yuga (Sanskrit: कलियुग, translit. kaliyuga, lit. ‘age of Kali’) is the last of the four stages (or ages or yugas) the world goes through as part of a ‘cycle of yugas’ (i.e. Mahayuga) described in the Sanskrit scriptures. The other ages are called Satya Yuga, Treta Yuga, and Dvapara Yuga.

Kali Yuga is associated with the demon Kali (not to be confused with the goddess Kālī). The “Kali” of Kali Yuga means “strife”, “discord”, “quarrel” or “contention”.

(from Wikipedia)