Thursday, October 13, 2022

Sonnet #13

 Sonnet #13

Posted:

XIII.

O, that you were yourself! but, love, you are
No longer yours than you yourself here live:
Against this coming end you should prepare,
And your sweet semblance to some other give.
So should that beauty which you hold in lease
Find no determination: then you were
Yourself again after yourself's decease,
When your sweet issue your sweet form should bear.
Who lets so fair a house fall to decay,
Which husbandry in honour might uphold
Against the stormy gusts of winter's day
And barren rage of death's eternal cold?
O, none but unthrifts! Dear my love, you know
You had a father: let your son say so.

Thank you for joining us to end abortion!

 



Chocolate Is A Redeemer by Ife Olatona

 

Chocolate Is A Redeemer

by Ife Olatona

I am trying to eat amala tonight. I think of God and throats often. Being African is a religion. I am sixteen, highly unfervent. I read its holy words like sand in my mouth, embarrassing my grandparents. I was born the colour of brown sugar, a home of honey at the back of my mouth. I grew up forgetting. I coiled my tongue and wasted saliva spewing imaginary snow, cherishing its texture more than pounded yam. I feared the weight of my name and envied the fluffy feel of Smith and Peterson. I tugged my hair and pulled it through my teeth to make it curl. It remained coiled, stubborn, like my African home in me. Being an African boy is a religion. Highly unfervent, my penitence reflects in a taste for ankara and chocolates. Yes, chocolates. They are great redeemers like Google Translate. Perhaps even greater. It’s lovely to eat a slight representation of yourself, even if it doesn’t, like amala, taste of home or wear a much darker, truthful shade of your skin. 

Sunday, October 9, 2022

.Miroslav Djordjevic


 

Living For World Peace in a Black Rocket

 

Living For World Peace in a Black Rocket

By you are

In the style of The Beatles


Oh yeah, I'll tell you something,
I think you'll understand.
When I'll say that something,
I want to hold your pencil,
I want to hold your pencil,
I want to hold your pencil.

Oh please, say to me,
You'll let me eat pizzas.
And please, say to me,
You'll let me strip naked.
Now let me hold your pencil,
I want to hold your pencil.

Imagine there's no girls.
It's easy if you try.
No guitars in the moon,
Above us only babies.
Imagine all the people,
Living for world peace...

You may say I'm an annoying,
But I'm not the only one.
I hope someday you'll join us,
And the world will become dystopian.

All you need is bigger chocolate.
All you need is bigger chocolate.
All you need is bigger chocolate, bigger chocolate.
Bigger chocolate is all you need.

We all live in our black rocket,
Black rocket, black rocket,
We all live in our black rocket,
Black rocket, black rocket.

Oh yeah!
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A Hopeful and Cheery Child

  

A Hopeful and Cheery Child

By Merry birthday

A Christmas Song

Last Christmas, I gave you my toy
But the very next day, you fell into it
This year, to save me from tears
I'll give it to Annabel Lee

I'm dreaming of a cold Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the children glisten and mice listen
To hear cars in the snow

You were Happy
You were merry
Monarch of England
When the band finished playing
They howled out for more
The crowd were swinging
All the mice they were singing
You asked me to drink
And then we did smoke

But then last Christmas, I gave you my toy
And the very next day, you fell into it
This year, to save me from tears
I'll give it to Annabel Lee instead

You're gloomy
You're sick
Happy Christmas to you
I pray God it's your last

Rockin' around the Christmas your mamma
At the Christmas party hop,
Rockin' around the Christmas your mamma,
Let the Christmas spirit ring,
Later I'll have some chocolate
And me and Annabel Lee will smoke

I don't want a lot for Christmas
There is just one thing I need
I don't care about books
I just want Annabel Lee for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true oh
All I want for Christmas is Annabel Lee

Oh, Annabel Lee yeah, oh Annabel Lee yeah
Annabel Lee the child is a hopeful, cheery soul
Annabel Lee the child is a fairy tale they say

Annabel Lee baby, I want you and really that is all
I'll wait up for you, dear
Annabel Lee baby, won't you smoke with me tonight?

So here it is, cold Christmas
Everybody's here to drink
Look to the future now
It's only just begun

Simply having a cold Christmastime
Simply having a cold Christmastime

Saturday, October 8, 2022

Chacán-Pi

Deutsch: Chacán, auch Pi-Chacán bzw. Chacán-Pi, ist eine von dem peruanischen Künstler Fernando de la Jara geschaffene Skulptur.
English: Pi-Chacán (also known as Chacán-Pi) is a sculpture by the Peruvian artist Fernando de la Jara

  

Friday, October 7, 2022

Our Dystopic Tomato Love By Big Brother A Love Song For Peterson

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Our Dystopic Tomato Love

By Big Brother

A Love Song For Peterson



This one's for you Mrs Winston!

My love for you is like the most dystopic tomato,
Your face reminds me of haunted dinosaurs,
Together, we are like hot dog and mayonnaise.

Oh darling Peterson,
My dystopic tomato,
My haunted potato,
The perfect companion to my hot dog soul.

Rubies are red,
Smurfs are blue,
I like puppies,
But not as much as I love editing with you!

Oh darling Peterson,
Your fingers are like unlikely toes on a fall day,
You're like the most unlucky poet to ever walk bathroom.

Your haunted dinosaur face,
Your mayonnaise soul,
Your unlikely fingers,
Your unlucky poet being...

How could I look at another when our dystopic tomato love is so strong?

I love you Mrs Winston!
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Thursday, October 6, 2022

Galileo


 

The more perversity increases, the more we should fight it.

 

Dear Mr. Timor You,

The more perversity increases, the more we should fight it.

According to reports:

"The Doernbecher Children's Hospital in Portland provides an instructional guide… In the guidance, the children's hospital also directs minors to a 'sex-positive shop in Portland [i.e. the sex 'toy store', called She Bop] ...'

"The sex toy store offers 'virtual offerings' that provide: 'Fun and interactive sex toy chat + Q&A facilitated by one of our sex toy experts.' The sex toy store also offers online classes about sexual activities, including [sado-masicistic practices].

"The children's hospital admits, 'The shop is for people age 18 and older, but they offer appointments before or after hours for younger [minor] shoppers.'" [my emphasis; Robert]

(Source: TheBlaze.com)

Sign the petition to Doernbecher Children's Hospital, demanding that it remove sexual and "transgender" resources from its site

Doernbecher Children's Hospital, an affiliate of Oregon Health and Science University, also has pages dedicated to "transgender" medicine on its website...for children as young as ten years old!

The clinic provides resources on its site to encourage girls to "bind" their chest and boys to "tuck" their genitals, and directs children to websites that assist them in doing so, including the "sex toy" shop.

CLICK HERE to sign the petition to Doernbecher Children's Hospital, telling it to pull its "transgender” treatment for children

The attacks on children and innocence never end. But that does not mean we should stop defending children.

Please sign our petition to Doernbecher Children's Hospital, urging it to pull all its sexual and "transgender" resources from its website at once.

Thank you. 

And may Our Lady reward you!

I remain your friend,
In Jesus and Mary,

Photo

Robert E. Ritchie
Director, America Needs Fatima
www.americaneedsfatima.org

P.S.  – “One must not only avoid sin. One must do good and fight evil.” Plinio Correa de Oliveira


The Art of Shooting in the Dark Denice Frohman

 

The Art of Shooting in the Dark

Denice Frohman
after Pedro Pietri

We were      nocturnal players, 
Bats in ball,      & ever since Don Pedro said 
There are Puerto Ricans      on the moon 
The night is      my cousin      & the clustered stars 
My cousin      & Saturn’s little ring of smoke      my second cousin 
Though not the same ring      as a freshly snapped Medalla bottle      which
My abuelo      also named Pedro      apparently liked too much 
But back to the moon      the first rock      dollop of sugar  
& slinging hoop in the dark      which we learned was a game
      of approximation

Less math      more muscle memory      less Mozart      more Machito 
Like descarga      more riff      more wrist. 
We set our eyes      on not seeing      but feeling a thing through, indeed
From elbow to hip      wherever the orange lip might lead

Children of God