There’s cowboys and then there’s cowboys!

I thought I posted this before,but couldn’t find it in my archives. Thank Deidra Alexander for this posting.

7/2/14 Posted??!
Wearing a Chiseled smile quite handsomely
His wind-burned face Brocaded by Natural Darings Past
The Smell of leather and smoke in his Nose
Fancy Spurs, broke-in Boots, with New heels and old Toes
He Reins in the Rescued ,Old Ford Bronco, Game again and Fancied up
Now a Dusty Dude, the Pride of the Junkyard all Gussied up
With Store Bought Fancy Rims for Driving Hard
On long trail Rides from Flagstaff to the Tuscon
Watering hole at Mighty, Mighty Books a Million

The Toughest Chore for this Bookstore Cowboy
Is Cutting the Cows, Culling the herd,Roving thru Ravines
Canyons of Books, endless Hardbound copies Under
Flimsy Flap Jackets,where the mind of Mankind is stacked
Crammed Together ,Books facing the same Future as Cattle
In the Stockyards; That of being devoured

Earthlings’ Life experiences, Their thoughts transferred
From Brain to Book, corralled in Rows, Front to Front
Backside Bindings facing the Publics’ Scrutiny
Musings and other things laid to rest between Covers
Waiting to be resurrected, quick as a Gunfight
Nimble as a Rope dodging Hefer, Browsing Fingers flip pages
Satisfying as a Steak cooked to everyone’s liking
Beef on the Hoof, red meat for the Mind
Where imagination cannot be bound
And impossibilities become possible

Replacing one and retrieving a different Discount Card
Guess what Pilgrim? It ain’t over Yet!!
The Mind Rustler’s next raid will be at “Borders”

Sports Dynasty mirrors Human historyonics

The Randomness of Quantum Physics
Illustrates itself in the Exegence after a ballgame or
During the contest, then magnified in mass Exit
Of Encapsulated energy forms moving
In different Directions
Through similar Dual purpose portals
360 Degrees around,180 Degrees Opposed
To each other

Human Energy, itself a Universe of Energy
Exiting thru Strategic routes
From and to Reality
Being driven in similar Opposite
Or Closely Oblique Directions
Heading straight or stopping, detouring
All with the same Objective
Getting to the same Place :
Different Pillows on different sides
Of the Same or different Beds

Alchemy! Turning money into meat.

I should’a saved my breath but I said it anyway. “THIS MEAT HAS TO LAST FOR TWO MEALS. Tell me things are getting better! ? So while I was figuring out how much thyme to put in with the Garlic and soy sauce, she brushed past me, humming and grabbed a cold Nathan’s hot dog and started eating it. From Fridge to mouth, as I am figuring out how not to drown out the caramel flavor as the brown sugar burns slowly to black. Enough with the Shadon Benne(Look it up) she advises, as I over do it with the black pepper, while complaining about the Vodka. She’s gonna eat as much as she cares to anyway, but I gotta have another beer to make the beef stew taste right. Almost $6.00 a pound and the laughing-ass news on T.V. people tell me things are getting better.
Beef stew!!! Too much thyme she complains, “ I can smell the garlic from here.” !!???. . But a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do in the kitchen as well as the bedroom or wherever the urge strikes her, or me! If push comes to squeeze,. . the waters edge,. . Under the blanket at 8.30 summer time-time, the swimming pool!? .Well All I know is the more meat she eats is the more I have to perform a feat that will last through the memories of the last treat. So I say it anyway. Eat more salad and Caribbean macaroni and cheese pie. Lawd!! She’s go’ kill me before I reach eighty two. Oh well. . . Just another day in paradise

UH TEHuhUHnnnNN!!——SHUN!!

Colonial Days were the Good old days
Under the Coconut Palms they camped
Marching by day and joking by night
Learning Bugle calls and Shouldering Arms
Dress right dress, falling in falling out
Messing up and messing around
Lance and Campbell, Stuarty Barnes and Griffith
The Best Merry Men in Black boots and shorts
Beige Socks and Orange Muff-ti
As smart as a parade they practiced in step

Then dressed in the British Queen’s Birthday Parade Best
The platoons strutted thru the conquered Spanish City
Past the Old Cathedral, past the Red Court house
Past the Silent Lighthouse as Sharp as a Shot
Swinging Arms, matching Strides
With drumbeat Thunder and whip-like boot claps
Rule Brittania Queen of the sea
Bugles herald Her majesty’s
Contributions to Humanity

Free all you can eat buffet

Free!! All you can eat buffet.

Some souls will continue to Mire in the Bayou
Floating Belly up in the Salt water Mortuary
Left to the un-hurried choosing of Storks whose feeding’s done
Beady eyed Miraculously, Virgin-Bride-White, ‘Mud Herons’
Whoever finds room first, Eagle or Osprey
Before the tide takes out the Frozen fish floating By

A Feeble fin may flutter and be Harpooned for it’s trouble
Swallowed whole after being Air dried and dropped
For lack of Gullet Room inside then Snatched
Again thanks to the Slack tide that kept it beside
The Bird that dropped it half hour since
It’s laying there frozen unable to flee or flinch

A better Fate than those other Washed-up
Beached buzzard Baits left to Wait for warmer Weather
To insult their unwilling passing into the Nether World
By decomposing their cherished flesh with mould
Molecule by mud thriving molecule, cold Briny undertakers
Feasting, fattening up, till all are eaten.

Death offers no escape from Fate the inter-galactic watchdog
Of excellence, she’s indomitable, incorruptible in comparison
To herself only,the Cosmic insomniac Par excellence
One Soul rises Wholly in the Belly of a Kingfisher or Heron
Another from the same School in the Beak of a Pelican
Some dragged underwater to the Marshland Mudbog

Who incidentally, disagrees that Destiny comes too early.
Heaven above or Mud below
All consuming Fate never goes Hungry

An old book review at Ramadan

Manji’s manna, November 22, 2011
By new author
This review is from: Allah, Liberty and Love: The Courage to Reconcile Faith and Freedom (Hardcover) In the desert of bewildering unanswered questions about the silence of the Moslem lambs, Irshad Manji provides an oasis of testimonials from young Moslem heroes who risk, literally everything to question the “Tribal customs” of her religion. She offers Manna to be gathered twice on Sunday even, to all who have asked the question, “Why have the moderate Moslems not spoken up about the violence against the whole world?” Her quest for peace is with the courage of medal of honor recipients‘. To be preaching with the fervor and with the do or die mentality, is now natural to her. She has not been chastened by all the death threats to her and her family. Her writing is just superb, and explosive ‘sound bites’, for want of a better expression, spontaneously bring instant smiles the way fireworks do upon exploding. Sooner or later, the Megalith media will gravitate to her cause, our cause; the yearning for world wide peace. Then the heroes of the peaceful Moslem world will forgive the media for not helping in the courageous peaceful awakening of an increasing few, moving to acts of heroism for the benefit of all mankind.
Blessed be the peacemakers of the world. This is a superbly written and inspiring book.
Ken O.McIntosh
Author of “Deadly!Deadly Serious Comedy and Comical Calamity”

More than a million Robins.

On and On Came the Several Hundred Million that Dawning
From there to past those trees they Came, Robins, Robins, Robins and more Robins Coming
Breast stroking, bobbing with hardly a twitter between them
On into the Twilight Stragglers came
Bringing up the rear in bunches
Who could feed so many ?!

Then came the Next Morning
All the Giggling you could hear
Up in the Oaks and the Palmettos
From the Lawns from the Sky
Who could feed so many Chirping
Wonderful Souls ?

They who feed the Ducks the Sparrows and the Geese
Who let you feel the wing beats when the Chorus gets Spooked
Up to the treetops back to the Lawn
One day wonders all
Then they’re gone

Sixty Years old!!!
Never seen that before or Since

Kennymack the almost hero!

I was almost a hero yesterday morning. I was working in the front garden with my machete, loosening up the soil around the rose bushes when these young girls around the corner that I’d heard playing in their yard started screaming with all their might; “Run ! Run! Run1 HELP!! O my God Run! Run! “ You could hear the panic in their voices.

With machete in hand I jumped on my bicycle and headed off in their direction as fast as I could peddle. I had only one thing in mind, what would I do if he, their assailant has a gun?

I rounded the corner cut across their neighbor’s lawn and was met by an incredible site. Three little girls were beating themselves silly and yelling at another who was standing by a hedge screaming and swatting at herself. As soon as one of the girls saw me coming she pointed at her friend by the hedge and yelled “Yellow-jackets”.

At that point I turned and rode away, machete in hand yelling for their big shot father. That, my yelling for their father, was to make up for me thinking: “It’s every man for himself girls !”

Its only as I am writing this that it occurred to me; What was Wally doing that he couldn’t stop to go help his kids? Maybe he looked out his bedroom window and decided that what he was doing was more important than a “Bee rescue”

Just another day in Paradise.

 

She should have know better!

She should have know better than to think putting in a swimming pool would make me spend less time away from home. After all, that’s why God and his Angels put the sea only fourteen minutes from the house and the Pine Island Beach Park less than three minutes from our first home. Beach Volleyball, Fred’s house a chain link fence from being IN the park, Willy World class eatery right there with the greatest Hamburgers, Chicago dogs, shrimp, fries onion rings, and a lot more. Bill Copes’ home right on the beach next door to Willies’s Wicked Milk shakes, kayakers, babes on floating mattresses, windsurfing, chest high clear water at high tide, fishing, more fishing, more making new friends. Storms than roll in off the Gulf of Mexico and are gone in an hour. Dolphins swimming up to you, showing off for the crowd. Manatees surfacing and exciting the people. I’m just trying again, to think of a good reason, any reason to stay away from Weeki Wachee Mermaid Park and Bayport fishing pier and Pine Island Park. .  Oh Well!  Just another day in Paradise.

 

Hand in hand with Joy!

This post goes hand in hand with Sara Khan’s inspiring posting of 6/24/14: ” Rejoice yes you can ” on her site ‘My spiritual awakening from within.’

When I was 9 years old he was my best friend, he was the best man at my Wedding when I was 27. He was muslim. His name was Ali. His house was less than 100 yards from ours. His oldest sister was my first girl friend. I could run down a roster of childhood friends, friends to this day who were/are Muslim.Names like Hassanali, Ragunan,Gobin ,Balgobin, Rafik Poolol, Khan, Aboud Teeluxsingh, Gopool, Shah, Abdul ,Habib, Kumar, Battoo, Ramsaran, Ramjattan(Bat ears)Nadur, Judgar, the Nathu brothers Mr. Maraj my mother‘s teacher friend and top notch cricketer,Shiva Gurasingh, Psycho, whose real name I forget. My ex wife’s father was “Full Indian” Every one of those people was a source of joy and all inclusive glee, from Christmas celebration to the many festivals of India, street drumming and Indian weddings. No one ever heard a thing about the harsh and barbaric side of the Muslim religion in Trinidad, even though the second largest Mosque was just two streets over from my Grandmother’s house and less than a hundred yards, maybe more from a huge Catholic church. St.Mary’s.

Here in America only the three Gobin brothers and Ali still keep in touch. And our friendship is still the same. But the point is this. In one culture every one was raised to have fun and strive for academic excellence in everything. We all enjoyed every family and person as a matter of fact, as a family member. Dune Ali’s mother, a Christian baking ham at Christmas for those who wanted, and making Indian dishes for her husband for every Muslim festival. Forget the fasting though. He ate and drank as he pleased. God rest his soul.

There was no one to “impose” their belief systems or customs on anyone and we all lived happy productive lives, with Muslims going to Christian schools and just as proud to accept scholarships based entirely on academic performance.  When it was time for any Christian activities, any one who was not a Catholic was not expected to be any where else but in the study hall.

That said, I leave the drawing of conclusion up to all who care to opine. I say this with the utmost conviction though. Only Muslim “Leaders” want death and extermination of indidels. As the Christians and Romans did centuries ago.

P.S.Humans can change their genetic structure and pass on the altered genes to their offspring. And I will publish a blog on that soon.