The worker ants sat in their pews No mind paid to the orange shit on their heelsThe remnant of their leader’s lies that secrete Bigotry, violence and deceitWith smiles and half-closed eyes Their little minds becoming weaponizedThe message never changed Hate the different, attack the estrangedWhen the eulogy had been homogenized They marched back to… Read More The Worker Ants 002
The worker ants saluted and marched Their little heels archedNo questions they asked The truth never unmaskedNo concern for justice Only following their AugustusBlinded by fables They felt enabledTo hate, detest and attack Their neighbors to wrackRoy RichardDecember 2024
Memories Where have all my memories gone?Have they been whisked away by a thief?Discredited by censors?Sent to archive by my CPU? They should appear as a checkerboard.Red, black, red, black…..Good, bad, good, bed…..Aligned and ready for use. Instead, their appearance is a well stained lace tablecloth.The threads of good memories are often covered by the… Read More Memories
The pandemic was on the job training,An education for what was to come.From it we learned isolation and hopelessness,And a lack of faith in our leaders.This despondency stayed with us. Now as we enter an even darker phase,Fearing the unknown.We are somewhat prepared,Ready to hoard and protect,Ourselves and our social unit. Did the before time… Read More The pandemic was on the job training
Is it not evidentThat the status quoIs, no longer acceptable? Our nation’s leadersContinue down the same pathsAnd nothing changes After 248 yearsYou would think we have evolvedTruthfully, we have not Race, gender, sex, color, etc.All still have a dividing effectOn our fucked-up society Do not preach equalityLying to the massesThen walk a different path All… Read More Is It Not Evident
Now Uncle Bud was thought to be a ‘good man’, who knew his demons by their first names.He occasionally fell prey to the temptations and call of Whiskey, Beer, Women and Dice. He was considered to be a snazzy gentleman, with cigarettes rolled in the sleeve of his white cotton tee shirt.His hair perfectly styled… Read More The Ballad of Uncle Bud
Sugar and spice? Snips and snails? That’s what little boys and girls are made of? Not my generation, we came from something a little different. Start with the rock music of Alice Cooper, Bob Seger, Foghat, BTO and more. Disco and its constant nagging, never changing beat. Add some Mad Dog 2020, Boones Farm, Bartles… Read More Where I Learned to Drink
As the years come and go in a lifetime –There are changes made every day.We move away from our old friends –And meet new ones along the way.Ten years ago when I moved here –I’d get homesick and awfully blue –But the past few years have been happy.I’m sharing a friendship with you.I enjoy having… Read More MY FRIEND by Gaylia Kenslow Stogsdill
Are the Monsters Real?I grew up with monsters like all baby boomers, You know the fictitious kind,Dracula, Frankenstein, The Wolfman, Godzilla, Oh, and the Creature from the Black Lagoon.But in truth, are all monsters in our lives, Only those of fairy tales and imagination?What if those horrors take on life? What if in truth they… Read More Are the Monsters Real?
Camping at Lake Kathryn by Katherine Cary PlaceWe folks all planned to go and camp, just four were in the bunch,So, we packed out fishing tackle, and put up a scrumptious lunch,We had bacon, eggs and coffee, raisin bread, and ginger cake,The good old-fashioned kind, you know, like Mother used to make.We got a pretty… Read More Camping at Lake Kathryn by Katherine Cary Place
Ramblings of an Old Coot 