Death jars, nixes, and rattles mine sense and sensibilities

Don (ta) Ask Me 'Bout Exacerbation Of Trumpeted "FAKE" News

written September 19th, 2018, and following words still ring (more true) today – exactly six years later.

The then forty fifth prez
of United States of America
best get sent packing

to Lake woebegone

forced to coexist amidst University

of Pennsylvania Dutch

men in breeches
(May Apple lie)
swampy netherlands awash

with bipedal hominid

sucker punching leeches
where within every

whirled wide webbed

nook and cranny
Nietzscheism reaches,
and survival of fittest

iz basic credo,

and dogmatic ethos,
analogous to an apprentice teaches

a most frightful distortion of facts

and make up mistruths
indiscriminately bandied about

said alarmist blatant LIES

blithely stated with dangerous clout

appearing oblivious and totally
...

Death jars, nixes, and rattles mine sense and sensibilities

Father now journeys

into afterlife destination alone,

this then October 7th, 2020 mid afternoon

with Earthlings ministration did attone

where night envelops his lovely bones

rendered devoid of any groan

courtesy Roxanol (morphine)

and Ativan finding him prone

to experience painlessness, and no

his dying wish, plus last will and testament

won't include burial and/or headstone

cuz, he wants to integrate and did intone

cremation as ecologically friendly option

scattering ashes to parts known

someday... yours truly will too

succumb to the dead zone.

Stark reminder to live fully an urgent yen

to live life fullest between now and when...

ever yours truly exits

stage door left, perhaps ten

twenty, thirty... eighty, ninety, one hundred...

addit...

Doubting thomas doth hanker to live in (or share)...

a house without gossips nor gonifs with the missus

Maybe a pair of stray eyes
will alight on my post
might subsequently manifest destiny
as a positive force
to help me secure
a moderately roomy dwelling place
whereby we hang figurative hats
(the writer of these words,
and his partner in rhyme - ha),
would feel ever so grateful
carriage house, domicile,
pied-à-terre, et cetera

to till and sow the land,
(a manageable sized garden patch)
harvesting the fruits and vegetables
blanching, canning, pickling,
preserving, et cetera
experiencing collective soulful
labor of love
witnessing a bumper crop
(of so called weeds - ha again)
sharing with family and friends
that which gets produced
videre licet sweat of our brow.

After moving out

from 324 Level Road
after overs...

A harrowing drive on the Schuylkill Expressway

(route 76) both heading into
(and a small number of hours later
exiting) center city Philadelphia
to Schwenksville on May 19th, 2024.

Yours truly (a doodling Yankee), and the missus
went to town, NOT riding on a pony,
NOR did I stick a feather in my cap,
but we walked at a brisk pace
unwittingly set by our eldest daughter
from her three bed apartment
at 405 south 22nd street
to a museum housing
an awesome breathtaking eye opening place
called The Magic Garden
located at 1020 South Street,
Philadelphia, PA 19147.

Herewith follows a blurb
copied/pasted courtesy Google in general
and Wikipedia in particular.

Philadelphia's Magic Gardens is a non-profit organization, folk art environment, and gallery space on South Street in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. To date, it is the largest work created by mosaic artist Isaiah Zagar...