Monday, January 26, 2015

I Had A Silly Cat



I Had A Silly Cat


Once upon a time
I had a silly cat
My silly cat was
Oh, so fat
It couldn’t catch
A rat unless 
That rat was
Really, really slow.

My silly cat could eat
However,
Ev’ry thing 
In sight
Breakfast 
In the morning
And once again
At night

She’d gotten 
Kinda heavy
She was quite
A sight
One might say
She was a tub
And you'd be
Absolutely right.

So it’s not 
Surprising that
My silly
Silly cat
Is just too big
And too damn fat
To go out and
Catch a rat.


Copyright © 2015 by Lowell A. Anderson.  All rights reserved.


Note:  The photo was stolen from the files of William Kendall, who blogs here.


Saturday, January 24, 2015

Earth's Apocalypse

Earth's Apocalypse

This is not you know
A time for celebration
For fireworks
Explosions in the sky
Or dry Champagne.
It is a time when
Winds of war
Hate and terror
Sweep across
Planet Earth
When compared to
Yesterday nothing
Is the same.
Ironically crime is down
From Florida to Maine
And all the way to
California.
That is if we believe
The media, police and
The politicians
Not that they would ever
Lie except in an
Emergency or perhaps
If they had a growing need
To put more feathers
In their nest.
One might say
It all began
In the days of Reagan
When a B-grade actor
Became president and
Gave weapons
To our friend
Osama bin Laden so
He could fight the Russians
In Afghanistan
And send them running back
To Russia thereby
Freeing up the land.
Then George the First
Called up the troops to
Fight Iraqis even though
They'd been our friends
In their fight against Iran.
But now he said
They are our enemies
And a danger
To the Saudis
Bush owed the
Saudis big-time so
He sent our troops to die
To save Kuwaiti oil
But he left Iraq too soon
Before the job was done
Which left a lot to be desired
And old Hussein in place
Which George the Younger
Thought was bad
And made him
Very mad though it is said
That he was mad
From his youth
And seldom gave a thought
To reason or to
Common sense.
So George the Younger
Went to war but sent
The young and bold and those
Who had no other options
To spill their blood again
So he could at last avenge
His daddy's dithering
Although he lied of course
About everything
Which wasn't strange at all
To those who knew him when.
Today Iraq's a hole in hell
The Middle East aflame
It might have happened anyway
But Bush is much to blame
For thousands lost their
Homes and lives
Many went insane
And in the good old USA
Instead of going to jail
Bush is given accolades
"Fare thee well," and "Hail!"
Sadly too
George left a mess
A country deep in debt
His tax cuts made the rich
Even richer yet.
Then Obama came along
Couldn't catch a break
When he tried to do
The things he couldn't do
With a Congress full of fools
People jeered
Called him a Muslim
And a Marxist too.
Republicans attacked
Fought him tooth and nail
While they left the country
To fester and to fail
So they could blame
The President
And set a precedent
Which would get them
Re-elected.
It may be too late now
To turn this thing around with
Just two minutes left
On the Doomsday clock.
Most folks do not seem to care
Politicians run and hide
When asked what they have done
To stop the seething searing
Heat that's scorching
Mother Earth.
The Second Coming you should know
Is nothing but a myth
And Armageddon mere nonsense
But don't take that to mean
That we'll survive or
Make it through
The earth's Apocalypse!


Copyright © 2015 by Lowell A. Anderson.  All rights reserved.

Monday, January 12, 2015

Believe It Or Not



Believe It Or Not

(With apologies to Job, the Psalmist, and Ecclesiastes)


I sat upon the bed
Of a shiny pickup truck
And watched the 
People passing by
Parading homo sapiens
Hoping they would
Live forever but knowing
They were
Born to die.
And I called God to account
I asked why he or she was
Conspicuously
Inexplicably
Missing in our life's equation?
Why, as the world
Convulses with
Horrendous violence
Is he or she
Deafeningly silent?
You can't, I said
Have Chosen Ones, the
Holocaust showed us that!
But do you care
For anyone?
What about the children
Beaten bloody
Raped and murdered
By your children in the bush?
Or in Middle Eastern
Desert lands where 
It's said you gave
Birth to laws and goodness
But that too was a lie
As the Caananite women
And their kids
Learned to their
Great sorrow.
Or other humans in
Those same lands -
Iraq and Syria - who today
Hang on with fingernails
Chewed to the bone
In fear of horrors too
Explicit to describe
In mere words.
So where are you now
If you weren't there before?
Is is perhaps better to
Not believe than to be
Left with such a
Paradox of might
And misery.
Unless, of course, it's 
All a lie and has always
Been a lie
That you are nothing
More than a scrubby
Semite's dream.
But please stop laughing
It's not funny anymore
To the people tortured
Killed in your good name
Even in the USA - 
Where people pray
To you each day
And know that you
Want them to say
They trust in you
On signs and
On their money, too -
Tortured people in the
Name of all that's
Good and right and...
Godly.
Righteousness defined
As water boarding
Because the swine
Did not deserve to
Live and we know that
You will forgive as 
This is the land
You founded with
Our founders who 
Were good Christians
Just like you.
So why do you desert us
Why hide your face
In troubled times
We don't know what to do
You've given us too little
Information.
And so we must conclude
You don't exist you're
Just a ghastly fiction
An apparition we no
Longer need for we 
Know how it all began
And it wasn't in 
The desert sand
And there isn't one
Thing you can do
To heal our broken
Hearts and lives
And bring back all
Those we have lost
To those who said
They believed in you.


[Copyright © 2015 by Lowell A. Anderson.  All rights reserved.)

Thursday, January 1, 2015

More of the Same But I Can't Complain

More of the Same But I Can't Complain


The hours, the days
They turn the gears
Grind down my dreams
Settle my fate
Yes, it's a shame
But I can't complain.

They looked away
When I tried to sing
The songs in my heart
But they've heard
Them before
And that's a real shame
But I can't complain.

A loss or a gain
Time is a wheel
Fleeting is fame
Sometimes we fail
To do what is right
I know it's a shame
But I can't complain.

It is what it is
And I've seen a lot
But there's much 
More to come
And time's flyin' by
I know it's a shame
But I can't complain.

© 2014 by Jacob Anson/Lowell A. Anderson.  All rights reserved.