“A little off the top and a lot off the sides, please…”
The Day the Party Died
Yesterday John Kasich tendered his withdrawal from the Republican Presidential Nomination race. This followed Ted Cruz’s withdrawal on Tuesday in the wake of Donald Trump’s victory in the Indiana primaries. I think the best was to sum up the aftermath of the GOP debacle this year is pictorially, although one particular verse to Don McLean’s classic, American Pie, also springs to mind, albeit with one word changed…
“Oh, and there we were all in one place
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again
So come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Jack Flash sat on a candlestick
‘Cause fire is the devil’s only friend
Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage
No angel born in Hell
Could break that Satan’s spell
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite
I saw Satan laughing with delight
The day the Party died.”
Haiku: May the Fourth
~ Haiku: May the 4th ~
Distant galaxy
Where villains and lovers fight
Here, strong the Force is.
~Richard
… someone had to do it 🙂
Poppy
~ Poppy ~
Poppy is no Angel,
for every 20 minutes*
a Lover succumbs
to her overpowering charms.
Rendered Breathless forever
as they dream of other places;
some chose an Escape from reality,
while for others it was a mistake.
Either way, Finality.
For them, and seventy others
the new Dawn tomorrow
will rise unseen.
Other Eyes will be moist
as they look on and ask, Why?
Why did Poppy do this to my child,
my lover, my friend?
Why did She lead them so far
down the road to Despair
and what did she offer
that Ensnared them so?
*source: http://www.cdc.gov/mmwr/preview/mmwrhtml/mm6450a3.htm
52 Week Challenge: Week 18
WEEK 18: Artistic: Texture – The artistic inspiration this week is texture. You should almost be able to feel the image.
When you look around you, there are just so many textures to choose from, so many in fact that it becomes difficult to decide what to do. For this assignment I was going to use a metallic texture but then switched to a stone texture instead. This is from a wall tile at my place of work.
The rough lines remind me of the grooves on a record for some reason. I wonder what sound it would make if it could play?
Grace
The Sunday Sermon – well not really. Traditionally, today is the day of the big Sunday Dinner as we used to call it when I was child. Usually around 2pm or so (after the pub closed), it was an opportunity for the family to get together once a week around the dinner table and eat an unnecessarily large feast – which we all enjoyed thoroughly.
I do not come from a religious family, but having moved to Pennsylvania I am now surrounded by those so afflicted and who insist on “saying grace” before getting down to the hard work of scoffing every single meal and, these days, throwing away a significant amount of uneaten food afterwards.
So, as I am having one of my “down” days, brought on by the rainfall, I offer my perspective. I am not expecting this to be popular.
~ Grace ~
Thank you, O unseen one for showing us Favor
Providing your bounty as something to Savour
As we feast on this Meal we praise our good Luck
That you care for US greatly as you don’t give a Fuck…
For those Others abroad in places far Flung
That are ruled by the Heathen and governed by Gun
But though many there Praise you, it seems not Enough
To calm Your huge ego so I guess that it’s Tough
For millions of Believers have only a Diet
Of promise of Heaven and so dare not to Riot
Against the Controls that are put into Place
To continue this Construct that plagues Human Race
So thanks once again, God, for sharing your Grace
And I’ll try not to Think of a starving child’s Face
Or ponder or question your Omnipotence
As I go through this daily Rite of pretence.
~Richard
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