“The purple nurple”©

 

We’re just slurping the purple nurple…
the hind teat on the Hawg,
just when we think we’re ahead
there’s something else to dog,
have you ever felt that too…
one step forward and two back?
It’s not like we’re not trying but
I do feel like I’m under attack!

 

They say life is funny but I’m
waiting on my turn to laugh,
if I asked for a long neck
I’d just turn into a giraffe…
there are times I feel so low
I could sit down on a dime,
I could then kick my heels and
not feel the ground in time.

 

We’re just slurping the purple nurple…
the hind teat on the Hawg,
just when we think we’re ahead
there’s something else to dog,
have you ever felt that way too…
one step forward and two back?
It’s not like we’re not trying but
I do feel like I’m under attack!

 

They tell me just do it right…
I’ve been doing it my whole life,
so on I go to prove them wrong
facing dark the clouds of strife,
I’ll keep on pluggin’ at it…
I’ll give ‘em hell to pay,
let it not be stated another time
I did it wrong in what I’d say.

 

We’re just slurping the purple nurple…
the hind teat on the Hawg,
just when we think we’re ahead
there’s something else to dog,
have you ever felt that too…
One step forward and two back?
It’s not like we’re not trying but
I do feel like I’m under attack!

 

One little pig against the world!

One skinny pig!

 

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“A tidbit of a question… about 9-11!”

Have you ever wondered why these images were found… without any (solid) answers, or did you simply not question what the government told you?

 

 

 

How about a video that you never saw… on something that never happened! See below…

 

 

Still have no questions?

 

“What impact?”©

Those moments that time

seems to stand still…

could mean you are looking

at the headlights of

what is coming toward you-

not realizing:

how close it is,

how dire the circumstances

you’re in can be

or how little time you have

left to simply react…

beyond the shock!

[Below the Haiku… two quotes]

Confucius said

when we admit not knowing

that is real wisdom

“To know what you know and

to know what you don’t know,

that is real wisdom.”

Confucius

‘He who learns but does not think, is lost!

He who thinks but does not learn is in great danger.”

Confucius

When a fortune cookie can get it right… why can’t we?

“Hast thou seen nothing yet”©

In the tent of the muse

once sat Langston Hughes…

along with Kipling, Wordsworth,

Longfellow and deep truth,

touched by the breeze in her

tent… candles, skin and fur,

obliged to tell it from the heart

as to reach from where we start

to understand, a longing belonging

to bloom… life long to becalming

the windmills of Quixote’s dance,

to fight despair with worded lance,

seen too Plath, Emily and Pound…

need you a Marxist if they’re around?

So stable, never the desire to cost,

“miles to go… ,” as penned by Frost

and ink to quill brought Shakespeare,

“… most strange that men should fear,”

many were the colors of windmills forth

that Don Quixote chased for true worth

as being Sancho’s servant in lieu…

like a caged bird, by Maya Angelou,

so true… so true to be honest by choice,

to gain a pen and find your own voice

for what is right and what is wrong…

the muse grants us all her dear song.

From Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra we get Don Quixote… and the ironic juxtapositional relationship between master and servant with the ironic company between Sancho and Don Quixote. Many are the ironies of life… and many will we face- even if we do not face it as chivalrously or gallantly as Don Quixote. Be honest with yourself… a good place to start or you cannot hope to be honest with anyone else!

Windmills… do you chase any- thinking yourself to be right?

“When life’s sands keep piling up”©

Bottled with time… I contend I’m offended,

for without time I could relax, you see,

not so constrained or confined to its

measurements sure ticking… away with me,

there’d be no minutes or hours to sense

dire to loss or need found in each day,

my breath frosts and lingers through

seasons then warmth restored, I must say…

I never knew reason so well as I do now,

this is felt inside my heart’s walls I do room

but to be able to sweep time away, and all

the sands so consumed, I’d truly need a broom.

Metaphors… my plea for metaphoric glances at life. Is there a way to bottle wisdom or see we have held the bottle of thought longer than we’d benefit from it? I find humor is best to take off the pressures this life throws at us… and necessary from time to time (pun intended) to strike out with something humorous- and yet meaningful. Therein, we need not build a bottle to contain ourselves in or obscure our life’s measure to something built by our own hands or time we’ve taken, especially away from things and people we claim are important to us. Be thankful this day, Thanksgiving Day (in the US) Nov. 27th, 2014, for friends you have… family counted as blessings and the time to recognize them for the specialness they have and share with us- friends and family are true treasures we should be able to appreciate.

“Ode to the line-dawg musical”©

When as tender as your stomach feels…

and work is fowler than the mood to play,

sleep was broken more than the eggs 

you’d serve and we call it another day,

the stress alone can leave you restless…

so damn moody that milk would soon sour,

the minute hands on the clock seem to stop…

up to your ass slamming plates to the last hour.

It’s just another line-dog musical…

the kind to make most men howl,

when steak and eggs a minuet…

where the dinner rush a suite of sweat,

the kind thats leads cooks to scowl,

the symphony plays on despite the

tired state, the sonata of spinach and wine,

and each dance is paid for with cash

or by card, the syncopated melody…

when it goes smoothly is fine,

the breather of space between tables…

a break in the rhythmic parade,

the looming smile of the maître d’

in a ‘D’ Minor staccato detached,

a career most chefs won’t trade,

to strive to compete and complete each

task with the mastery of haste…

when elbows and plates are moving

smoothly the legato flows unmatched,

for there’s no time to waste,

 

in the course of another day,

It’s been just another line-dog musical,

when the marcato to taste leaves no time to 

waste when you finally reach quitting time…

you realize it is ‘Oh so typical,’

When as tender as your stomach feels…

and work is fowler than the mood to play,

sleep was broken more than the eggs 

you’d serve and we call it just another day,

the stress alone can leave you restless…

so damn moody that milk would soon sour,

the minute hands on the clock seem to stop…

up to your ass slamming plates to the last hour.

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This work comes from inspiration obtained from the line,”A line dog musical.” A friend of mine said this, his name is Bob… a Wheelman (Head cook) in the Cafe, where I work in the Casino. The only line he gave me for this work was this but I worked as a cook myself for seventeen years– also my Major in College… Food Service Management. 

“Touching Coup”©

I have a little game to tell you about,

it is an old one… this is quite true,

it is a game designed to create a

stealthy person, one called,”Touching Coup,”

it seems it was played without bases…

no ball, and not even like ‘hide and seek,’

there was no correct time to play this

or wrong time, a game everyone could peek,

it comes by way of a friend of mine,

that lives in Oklahoma, an Indian game,

it was played by Native Americans [first]

and it is theirs and their right to claim,

the nature of the game is this, to ‘Touch

Coup’ one has to sneak up on another…

to reach out and touch them, where they

know they’ve been touched, Oh Brother,

it is a simple little game every child played…

to learn meant one found how not to fake

out someone but that they could then sneak

up on them without being seen, to take,

this helped young men to become hunters…

really good hunters can sneak up on prey,

it meant a lot to brag about… to lay down the

claim, the reason you’re eating is me today,

‘Touching Coup’ is a harmless game, and

we all know the nature of man goes astray,

when someone reaches out to harm another

is when we all rue the day turned so grey,

to blend in with those amongst us is where

ISIL now sits, in the open… and in our sight,

will we also let them ‘Touch Coup’ on us all…

or sit back and do nothing… thinking it right?

All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing.

Edmund Burke

Reach out for your dreams… when equality leads to supremacy!

 Other than ‘Touching Coup’ is ‘Striking Coup’… there were also other forms of Coup: killing an enemy, wounding him, scalping him and stealing his horse or gun. As to ‘Striking Coup,’ hitting an enemy with your bare hand was considered the highest form of bravery. See more on this at this link provided here.

Does this go way beyond, “Tag… your it”? When society as a whole does not see a price on the tag they’re looking at, or does not see it as a price tag, is when the cost that comes to bear (for the drink we’ve been given) will catch people off guard- blindside them! This is ‘Blind Faith’ when we assume people meant what they’ve said about peacefulness… say what they mean when they tell you something and that we have understood what we have heard. People… test the spirit of what is said or told you against the fruit it offers you or holds in its hands- don’t just “ASSUME” you know what was expressed to you is true. To assume truth is not to know truth… or we swallow the drink we’ve been given… thinking we know the difference between right and wrong ourselves.

Does this tag come with no description to the cost we’ll pay?

“An interesting picture”©

People can make the claim something might be interesting… but can they follow through with it as often as you heard it before? The proof is in the pudding, they say… so here’s a spoon!

This is not one of those every day situations or sights in these parts… maybe not even New York City? Is this not peculiar enough to be presumed interesting? Let’s look closer…

As the story was told me, by someone on the scene, the box and it’s occupant was part of a movie being produced by a Japanese film crew. I asked if it would be OK to take a picture and received a nod of approval. An interesting event on a rather common Friday afternoon in Kingman, Arizona.

“My revolutionary thoughts”© or “Just another day in North America”©

“My revolutionary thoughts”© or

“Just another day in North America”©

(Written by Russell D. Holder)

Ever notice when you look for giants

you find ants… molehills turn into

mountains and wizards of the obvious

are everywhere.

Ashes of a loved one are now cremains,

the Death Row in Texas has a fast lane…

and Buckle Bunnies are all Bull riders

think about.

The slowest drivers are always ahead of

you, fast food restaurants are where old

and young compete… to work, and red lights

last to damn long.

No one has patience any more, cool is found

in a cup with ice and brain farts are more

common than a brain freeze.

It’s a lovely day though, I still have ammo… ain’t

seen one deer but plenty of idiots and my

lawyer is on ‘speed dial.’

I’d have a mohawk if I wasn’t bald, bills keep

rolling in and the the gas tank is still sucking

fumes.

Swap meets keep the junk queens rolling, cattle

still roams the range and I don’t see one speck of

mud on these silly Hummers.

There seems to be more Cubans in Florida than

Cuba, their cigars are still sought after… and it’s

harder to tell where Mexico stops and Texas

begins.

I see more winter folk from Canada… more shrimp

from Thailand than the gulf, and I think tree huggers

put the tea in Boston Harbor… way back then.

“”That was a ‘Super routing,’ not a Superbowl”©

If there was going to be any clear sign… of how things were going to go in the Superbowl it had to be found in the first play of the game… where Manning and the Broncos failed to advance the ball but caused a safety. There was never any signs of recovery during the entire first half, Seahawks led 22- 0 going into half time.

It has been said,”The best defense is a good offense,” but I say,”The best defense is a solid defense [in football] and with a responsive defense one can capitalize on what any offense brings with it. Unfortunately, Manning was not able to bring the Broncos offense to counter being dominated by the best defense in football for the season climax. Final: Seahawks 43- Denver 8, and one for the record books. When Seattle beat my Niners… I saw the writing on the wall. When I heard more money was laid down on Denver, knowing the general public is usually wrong [I was a supervisor in the Race and Sports Book for two years], here is how I bet… and I’ll get to cash my ticket.

Sorry Denver!