Creative Confections: January 2015

Monday, January 26, 2015

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.

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

Saturday, January 24, 2015

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!

Monday, January 12, 2015

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.

Thursday, January 1, 2015

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