Never go quietly into the night

Battling those demons of aging

Fighting each day to remain relevant

So long as our heart beats our spirit is still raging

Our bodies battle the tests of time

Though we are not that strength of old

Our determination will long endure

So long we remain strong, fearless and bold

Failure is never an option we accept

Though age and time have stolen away

Much of our endurance and constitution

We still have much more to accomplish and say

Perhaps over time our eyes have dimmed

Our hairs thinned or gone gray and white

We make up our shortcomings with experience

With the will power to do what’s right

No, we will not go quietly to meet our maker

But will hold on to life tightly by the reigns

When we ride off into the distant sunset

With our well used earthly remains

(c) BAM

The world came to a sudden end

It was just the other day

Unfortunately I slept right through it

Much to my disappointment and dismay

It suppose I never got that last memo

Upon this you can take me on my word

It’s probable the destruction was likely caused

By a power-hungry narcissist; an Orange turd

I can’t say I didn’t expect this event

The writing was, as they say, on the wall

But to think nobody had the forethought

To give me the courtesy of a wake up call

As to what physically caused that final demise

It was a recipe of some political tinder

Combined with some social unrest was the spark

That transformed this world into a cinder

You would think there would be some warning

An explosive ordinance or shots from a gun

But no, I slept through the whole thing

I unfortunately missed all the fun

Although you not might expect me to say this

What angers me so, it makes my face redden

Is that I never got that final wake up call

So I slept through and missed the worlds Armageddon…

(c) BAM

Toxic people

Spreading toxic lies

Whispered softly into listening ears

Disparaging others sowing fears

Planting seeds of discontent

Is something they seem to do a lot

They get their greatest satisfaction

By quietly stirring up that pot

They really thrive by ruining

The lives of their listening peers

Tragically receiving satisfaction

By bringing so many to tears

Often motivated by wealth and fortune

Driven by craving notoriety and fame

Chasing shallow empty dreams

The results seem always the same

They never are truly satisfied

Lacking something crucial in their soul

Elusively chasing all that glitters

Trying to fill that bottomless hole

Toxic people crave attention

What they get is never enough

Trying to climb their ladder of success

By Backstabbing other and playing tough

Where their heart should be is a dark empty hole

A chasm unfilled and cold

Only feelings of envy and hatred live there

Like a festering unhealthy mold

They believe by hurting those they know

Or by stabbing colleagues in the back

Will somehow make their peers to fear them

Or get them a conquest in the sack

These desperate toxic people

See love as just a one-way street

Only wanting affection on their terms

Almost as if it was a deserved treat

Toxic people take many forms

To look at them you might not know

Until they try to take over your life

Because they think they can run your show

Sometimes they present as narcissists

Other times they are bullies too

Sometimes they play as manipulators

What they seem to have no clue

Hurting others they take great pride

Who they hurt they really don’t care

So do you best to avoid them

You’ve been warned, now stay aware!

(c) BAM

You tell me that you love me

But I think that isn’t so

It seems you only woo me

Because you want my dough

You found me on social media

Then tell me I look so fine

I can see where this is going babe

I won’t give you a dime

Then you send me pictures

Poses you shouldn’t show

Just to arouse my libido

I wonder where this might go

Then you tell me I’m desirable

And that I’ve won your heart

We’ve not even met in person

Is that how this should start?

You ask me if I’m married

As if that matters to you

Then you offer friends-with-benefits

But I doubt that offer’s true

Then you try to gain my trust

By wooing me with more lies

For now I’ll play along

But you’re in for a surprise

I’m not as naïve or gullible

As what you really hope

If you think I’ll be your sugar sweetheart

Then you’ll find that I’m no dope

When you found me on the internet

Then told me I was cute

Displaying all the usual tricks

To soften me for my loot

You say, “I’m not happy darling”

“Can you send me any cash?”

I knew that this was coming

I didn’t bat even one eye lash

You cry you’re in a situation

Your bills and rent are due

Or some complaints about medical needs

Then you hope I take your cue

You try to play a guilt trip

“How can you do this to me?” You say

Then you try to change your tactics

To find another way

You profess how much you love me

Then why not prove that true

Don’t ask me to be a mule for you

When you tell me what to do

It seems a common theme these days

Find someone to play your fool

But I have got some news for you

I’ve been through “the hard knocks school”

They say, “A fool and their money

One may easily part”

But I have got some news for you my dear

This is where you broke my heart

You’ve probably found many other marks

Who might believe your lies

But honey I’ve got some news for you

I see clearly through your guise

I am not a charity

Nor your cash ATM

Or will I share my bank information

Since your efforts I condemn

I’m getting tired of your complaining

Because I’m sure you’re telling lies

Searching for more gullible marks

Seen through your lying eyes

I have no interest in you my dear

Although for now I’ve played along

Your cries for cash or gift cards

Are all a too familiar song

I’ll not be sending you my cash

This month, tomorrow, or today

So take your scamming tears my dear

Please, take them far away

(c) BAM 2023

We are beings of flesh

Yet also beings of light

Can you see the glow

In auras so subtle yet bright

Some auras shine brighter

While others seem rather dim

Some auras colors are golden

That shine out from within

Others shine in silver

While still others shine in red

Tinged with a hidden sadness

Or so it's been said

Some auras change colors

Much like a rainbow

Can you see these auras

Please tell me it's so

There are those special people

With auras purple or blue

You see them rarely sometimes

They are souls advanced and true

Some people have broken auras

As crazy as this might be

With gaps in various places

Which is what I sometimes see

It could be that these souls

Suffer illnesses yet unseen

Perhaps if we could speak with them

You might understand what I mean

Many souls have set their course

While many seem adrift

If you can see these special auras

Have respect for your special gift!

(c) BAM

If J.RR. Tolkien were alive today and had witnessed the political events which have unfolded, and seem to be the gathering clouds of a civil war in the USA, he might’ve written a tale that started out like this, with apologies again, to J.R.R.Tolkien for this piece of obvious humor from “The Hobbit”

...In a hole in the ground there lived some Republicans. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole, it was a Republican-hole, and that means it was filled with delusions of a stolen election, the support for a traitorous former president, and white privileged comfort which they wrapped comfortably around themselves, within their hole in the Capitol.

Deeper down in another dark chamber lived old Mitch McConnell, a small slimy creature. I don't know where he came from, nor who or what he was. He was Mitch - as dark as darkness, except for two big round pale eyes in his thin face. He had a little gavel, and he waved it about quietly in the Capitol; for Capitol it was, wide and deep and deadly cold. He waddled around with large feet dangling over the side of his podium, but never a sound did he make. Not he. He was looking out of his pale lamp-like eyes for blind Democrats, which he grabbed with his long, thin fingers as quick as thinking. He liked meat too. Children he thought good, when he could get them; but he took care they never found him out. He just throttled them from behind, if they ever came down alone anywhere near the edge of the Senate chamber, while he was prowling about. They very seldom did, for they had a feeling that something unpleasant was lurking down there, down at the very roots of the Capitol.

Note: This is not a promotion for violence, it is for entertainment only!

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I know, I shouldn’t have

But I did it anyway

Perhaps I might apologize

But I won’t do that today

I didn’t do anything really wrong

It was not about the laws I broke

He swung at me first

So I hit that angry bloke!

So next time you take a swing at me

Consider my black eye

I might not be as careful

One of us might die

BAM

Roses are red

That’s what I’ve heard

Do believe that?

Just take my word

Violets are blue

But come in many colors

They make lousy gifts

Ask all the mothers

They called her “Nipples” McGee

For reasons obvious to see

She was easy, but she wasn’t free

Many happily paid her steep fee

Her nipples were large and thick

With the girth of a grown man’s prick

If you were lucky she might let you lick

But only one, so please carefully pick

Whenever she would be on-the-go

Her breasts would swing wildly too and fro

Especially when running in the snow

Because no bra could contain them you know

All watching couldn’t help but to glance

When Nipples McGee took up bellydance

She would put men watching into a trance

Soon bulges showed in their pants

When she danced they would swing wildly thigh to thigh

But be careful you’re not poked in the eye!

Or if hit on the head you could die

Which happened once to some poor guy

The ravages of time won’t be beat

Sadly, gravity takes it toll like the heat

Her nipples sadly stretched down to her feet

But they made for a more comfortable seat

The day that she met her demise

Was the morning before the sunrise

Though to many is was not a surprise

Because everyone eventually dies

The men gathered around her and cried

The women bowed their heads and sighed

When someone slowly replied

That Nipples McGee has died!

Her funeral was held late in May

The service seem to take the whole day

All attendees bowed their heads to pray

Because Nipples would’ve liked it that way

Now she’s gone, all that’s left is her fame

Life in our town will never be quite the same

Her legend is all to remain

Nipples McGee was quite the dame!

(c) BAM

Goodbye Mister Trump

You will not be missed

As president you leave us

Divided and pissed

Four years of disaster

Living in the Twilight Zone

Your governance from tweets

Pinched out from your throne

Now you’re banned from Twitter

And Facebook too

What will you do now

While you’re waiting to poo?

You leave us now

After four years of your fun

Now we struggle to repair

All the damage you’ve done

You’ve divided this country

With each poor decision

Fanning embers of hate

Stoked with racial division

You soon made it clear

That you lack any moral compass

But your barrage of non-stop lies

Never really fooled us

Your self-absorbed narcissism

Was always about you

Now we get to wipe you

Off from our shoe

The indictments are coming

Of that we are certain

Your last chance in the limelight

Will be the final curtain

Perhaps you and your criminal family

Now have real reasons to frown

It’s time to pay the piper

Justice will bring you all down

So goodbye Mister Trump

You lacked integrity and class

As your prison cell door slams shut

Don’t let it hit you in the ass!

(c) BAM