Sunday Lament

Sunday Lament

There's no inspiration without admiration,
No direction and no gifts,
No talents and skills for the pressurized,
No openings and no rifts,
No impetus, no cataclysms,
No sproutings and no light,
There can be no circumstances,
That provide for our delight.
Without admiration there's no inspiration,
No puzzlement nor epiphany,
No hidden treasures for dreams and hopes,
No Archimedian discovery,
So praise the child who imitates,
The songstress with homage to pay,
Reimagine our idols' intentions,
And creations that carve the way,
But inhibit the course of simple men,
The dreamers who dare to try,
We'll kiss admiration, inspiration,
And to each, wave goodbye.

Invino Veritas
11/8/15
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Los Provocadores

Los Provocadores

There was a Glorp that met a Glorp,
And though each had experitise,
Without waste, but speed of chase,
They commenced to disagree.
The elder Glorp said at once,
'My sir, although you correlate,
You direct result without cause;
They simply don't relate.'
But the younger Glorp in retort,
Scoffed and rightly said,
' Your research shall besmirch,
And misdirect instead.'
Therefore another Glorp,
Added to each, some dismay,
As another Glorp listened in,
To what he had to say,
"Fiddlesticks and Balderdash,
And bull malarky, too!
Pay no attention to this rabble!"
He professed with much ado.
"Here, here you scallywags!"
The grey-haired Glorp agreed,
"We must, to reason, lend an ear,
Would you lend them, please?
Quite right, indeed you are,
My fellow purveyor hence,
Your silver tongue wastes no time,
And more importantly, my pence!"
But then the scoffs turned to shouts,
And the palms turned into fists,
And the two Glorps from before,
Thought best to not assist.
So hats in hand and papers tucked,
Outside, the two Glorps did sneak,
And each Glorp to the other,
Asked, "Same time next week?"


Invino Veritas
11/2/15
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