The boats being sunk off of South America are not bound for our shores; but are a vital link in a continent to continent movement of cocaine. Devised by the drug lords of the time[circa 1980;s], and widely known … Continue reading “B9ats and Boats”
I’m sitting poo;side up here in Northern Florida at the moment. Potted plants line two sides of the pool, most in bloom. … Continue reading “The Crown of Thorns”
Oy Veh, I.m back. Islander
“Oh,you who read some song that I have sung, What know you of the soul from whence it sprung? Dost dream the poet ever speaks aloud His secret thought unto the listening crowd? Go take the murmuring sea-shell from the shore: You have the shape, the color and no more. It tells not one of … Continue reading ““Poems of Passion””
After reading up on “The Doge”, thanks to Wikipedia, I retract the word “schmuck” from the last post. Anyone engaged in, shall I say such a hectic life, could not possibly find the time to step out of the shower to take a piss, ergo; he is not a schmuck. So he’s not a schmuck; … Continue reading “Let’s do the Doge{retraction]”
Can it be that I am the only one that knows the true meaning of the word Doge. Hard to believe, still, I haven’t heard it mentioned. This must please our present Doge no end.Doge is Italian for Duke and Latin for leader. City-States such as Venice and Genoa had Doges in their time, but … Continue reading “Let,s Do the Doge”
I can picture that schmuck there, looking up, saying “look at him, what a loser, what’s in it for him?What’s that crown doing there?, does he think he’s some kinda king?. Get him outa here!” Islander. Just had to say it again.
“And thou shall be seen for what thou art”. Strikes me the Russians may very well have something on “Bonehead”. He stayed in state controlled hotels as a guest of the state. He was wined and dined and offered women. I can’t see the “Pussy-grabber” refusing the offer, can you? Ha ha, ha ha ha! … Continue reading “Revelation”
I shan’t say Merry Christmas, for indeed it is not. Rather, I would say It’s a Merciless Christmas. Christ roamed Palestine until a few Romans, with a wooden cross and some spikes, sent him to Kingdom Come. If he were to return, he would not last a New York minute before he would be blown … Continue reading “A Christmas Greeting.”
I was listening to the last movement of the Sixth Brandenburg Concerto, aah Bach, when thoughts came to mind. The beat for instance, one, two, three, four; something about it, don’t you think? Eighteenth Century then, current to this day. Bach is timeless of course, people will be, [I was going to say listening, but … Continue reading “Bach[archives]”