In your reply to my “America the Beautiful”, in your alarm you conjure up, your poison pills as proscribed in ObamaCare’s Death Panels coined by Sarah Palin and in Obama’s own words take the pills and die (all you old and infirmed).
My patriotic rant you so deplore, explains your mental condition that is absent in your reasoning and heretic brewed reply, you so apply state as my vilification.
In your claim to “empathize” and my lack of balance, you yourself are guilty of disrespect not to empathize America, with a capital “A” that proves to me you’re not American, but a terrorist and un-American. Maybe even a Muslim yourself?
Because you think you think? Only proves you are what have called “a horse’s arse” aka a typical deformed demon-crap, with a consequence on “crap”. Muslims are painfully inhospitable to all and show no love of their children, when they shoot a young girl in the head because she wants to go to school. You are a frelling “IDIOT”.
You dare to further claim, “just like the muslims i’ve met and broke bread with.” This alone is enough to convulse any Christian. The Last Supper was the last supper of the Son of God (not Allah’s) who broke bread that is now quoted and stated clearly daily, you and Muslim’s daily blaspheme.
You and your title as Senior Management at Pleasant View Nursing Home, is a sad commentary of the abyss of America’s liberal education system of which you portray.
Ah, it's nice to come home to familiar faces and new sprinkles of creativity. I have no critique, because I'm just so glad to have found you amongst the endless feed of unfinished first attempts. *cheers* to the gulls. :)
This is good keith, I like the way the rhymes are easy and laboured (if that makes any sense).
a lot of times a poem is ruined by the poet using close rhyme like that, the phrasing is rushed or padded, the rhyming making little sense,
here the use of meter or rhythm and the use of rhyme is a preciseness as a device, it asks the reader to slow down and make the connection, for whatever reason that works and there is
in this, as a life message, as much as a poem.
I laugh too, I can't imagine having a journal like that
with word perfect poems, what i imagine is more of a cluster fark with scratched out scribblings and pages ripped out. And so, I like that too, the thought of a book of knowledge and how each person's experience cannot be rushed.
I'm not sure if I ever told you that I have an affinity for Jonathan Livingston Seagull. I have the book as well as the telling of it on vinyl (narrated by Richard Harris). It's surreal to listen to:
Not the best recording of a recording.
Seagulls rising beyond / being the ultimate seagull they can be aside, the interactions in this are lovely and all-encompassing; they are all connected in small and seamless ways that make us realize we are all travelers, yes, and guests wherever we go. Good reminders.