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Season of Dark to Light!

Lucky in the Season

Praise the Lord!

Praise the Lord

for his unfailing love!

Merry
Christmas!


 

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Work on what has been spoiled. But what about those who pretend that there isn't a problem?

And a stadium sized fuel-cell bubble-house that floats off towards New Brunswick.

And a New Brunswick sized fuel-cell bubble-house that floats off towards a distant galaxy of light.

 I'm sorry
 for letting myself
 draw out my
 rightgously indignant
 'how absolutely dare, you sir' inner
 trucculence
 absolutism.
 

An old proverb:

Away in a Manger

 

 Joyous and Thankful!
 
 

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 Easter  He's so awesome! 
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Is it obvious parody or News or both?

 

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Christmas is in just days!
 

In Wicked Need of an Edit

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Political and Media Inanity

Truck-u-later

in this column Truck-u-later steps in deeper . . .

I've looked a bunch of night and still not seen the big comet. I know where it 'should' be, but it's just too bright in the sky for it to show through the glowing haze. Years ago I saw a photograph from Sky and Telescope of the 'night sky' at the observatory on the knoll near Lake Waban (at the college). That was just a short distance from where I grew up. That localle was billed as a place with glow in the sky not so fortunate for star gazers.

It's Christmas next week. So that means: be Merry! And make it your mission.

All Fueds aside. It's like a movie in the back ground, sometimes. Mute works well to calm the seeming storm. The real storm? there is no calming that. But we seek safe ground, common ground, not false congruity of . . . well, it's Christmas, so why nominate most grudge-worthy. So let Ann and Don be friends, despite the bluster of solioquey that is allowed in a muted column. It echoes. Ann you should know that we are all centered well and not needing to have a constant score card of always winning.

She knows. They are friends. I think that the biggest supporters of Trump are often malaigned to make it seem as though that they are not aligned to take them out of the redicle of the sights of those who oppose (da plan?)

Merry Christmas comet. Merry Christmas Don and Melania. Merry Christmas Chuck. Merry Christmas Devon. Merry Christmas Neil. Merry Christmas Ohpra, Merry Christmas Paradise, and the Foot Hill and all the people who dwell along the spine of Highway 49 that windes through Gold Country, a destination location for an awesome Vacation!

I'm polyloquocious and blessed with nimble typers reach. I can crank it out, often not well edited. Merry Christmas, editor.

Dec 20, 2018


Tell us
how
you really feel

truckulator is bonkers for the Christmas muse . . .

a running headline:

Trump continues to win bigly!

Markets rise
Markets fall
those who loose
say 'Damn it all'
Buy low
and sell high
but when you need to
stop the buy

stop the buy
halt the sale
if it's too high
outside the rail

buy it low
and sell it high
and if they question
then tell them why

Markets rise
and markets fall
those who loose
say 'damn it all'

If you gain
by being steady
some times you loose
when you say 'forgetty' (forgot to make my transfer!)

buy it high
sell it low
who that sells
ought to know
you don't have to sell
you can just let it all
go to hell

those who loose
say 'damn it all'
they laugh about it
when it fall
they think
'i gain
because they loose'
but that is a loss
in all real food.
Food for the body
food for the mind
food for thought
to not be unkind
food for the people
food for the squirils
out in the Winter
while the snow blizzard swirls.

so good night Ann
and good night Don
if you must tiff
don't make it long.
And you can agree
to sing the song
when carolers demand
that you sing along.


The movie is long
the night is cold
it never really ends
the narrator has told
the ushers remind
that the street is frozen
the sidepaths glazed over
the ledder hosen
won't be enough
when the cold wind howls
and no one meets
the way ward with scowls
but say 'come in 
from the bitter cold
this division and squabble
is neigh when the year is old.

the writer is right
about when he is wrong.
he doesn't expect
you to sing along
he makes it up
as he gathers the words to a song
and oftent he lyrics
are seemingly wrong.

the clonking of snow bells
the hooving of horses
made into a song
past generations rejoyces
seems over played now
too trite and too ruddy
to have the clonkering hoff falls
to be the tempo oof a song . . . 


the poet knows it that he's not a poet
to show it and push 'send' because
he's not rewitten it, nor has he gotten to the end . . .
and if you read it this far
then wish it long and wish it upon a moving star .  . . 

we don't need to wish when we do the right thing
we attract the joy that all of the many santas bring.

The writer is wrong
when he write of the dischord
as perminant division.

It's cold there in that scene of the ice skaters below the victorian era bridge
long fallen into that flood, you can still see it's runis in the modern day,
a place of long good byes and disapointing endings, they said
it would always be such and
retreated into their trenches
growing their hedges ever larger
trying to make it all seem mysterious through advance
and over-done topiary.

That place looked like a chess garden over looking a lake
as pointed out by Robert (who is)

and that is all that one might say and let
it out of it's cage
for ever lost in those wooded regions
he ran away to Tibet and was killed or died and . . . 
they all flew there, how far away.

The real truth? 
that is written in the Book of Life?
can you really find that 
on the channels?
Searching towards infinity you think
what purpose this?
the gathering together.
the place where we meet up.
It's not really the place but the people. 
In that sense the people are the place.

蠱 work on what has been spoiled

Do not respond to the quasi paranoid larpers and their constant shillpost banter!

August 12, 2018

I speak
but there is no one there.
I know that there is no one there.
I'm not really talking to myself
but I know that I'm not talking to anybody else.

  Praise     Praise     Praise
   the        the        the
   Lord       Lord       Lord
  for his    for his    for his
 unfailing  unfailing  unfailing
   love!      love!      love!



  well, little else now.