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Victoria ~ Australia ~ Nothing Changes in Australia

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Yesterday

STAR HOTEL RUTHERGLEN VICTORIA. 1942/TODAY

Rutherglen is about 275kms north east of Melbourne, near the Murray River. Originally a gold mining town, it has since become a major wine-producing area.

Note the canvas water bag hanging from the bumper bar of the Dodge and the wooden kegs beside the cellar trap door.

(State Library of Victoria/Google Maps)

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The Waiting Game

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โ€œTHE WAITING GAME.โ€ a poem a.k.a.: โ€œWe Just LOVE To Wait.โ€ 12/09/19 (Monday)

Sometimes you get to wait for ALL YOUR DREAMS TO COME TRUE,

But, yโ€™know, when you think youโ€™re 20, or Twenty Two,

A LONG WAIT is: a year or (God Knows) three,

And YOUR DREAMS? Well, (at that age, how can?) they can seldom (be),

THAT GREAT, so wait (apparently) until youโ€™re Fifty Five,

When THEN maybe youโ€™ve had some โ€œlife experience(s),โ€ and IT AINโ€™T NO โ€œJIVEโ€

TO SAY (that): โ€œYou really havenโ€™t lived very much until youโ€™re Seventy Seven.โ€

So, IF all your dreams come true (apparently) aroundSIXTY,

You might be In Heaven;

Thus, if you can wait until youโ€™re 60 or so,

Youโ€™ll be SO surprised that all your dreams came true, and you might (somehow) know,

That ALL YOUR DREAMS, all the REALLY GREAT dreams,

Donโ€™t really come true until youKnow IT SEEMS,

That โ€œThe One True Love of Your Life,โ€

SHOWS UP, and you claim her as your wife,

And Sheโ€™s been waiting since She was a little child,

For Her โ€œperfect matchโ€ ALL THESE YEARS, and Sheโ€™s JUST WILD,

About Harry or Bill or Jack,

Or who(m)everTurnsOutToBeHERperfectMatch, youKnow,

TheOneWhoโ€™llโ€WatchHerBack,โ€ And ALSO grab Her and kiss her strong.

SUDDENLY, it really doesnโ€™t seem like Sheโ€™s waited all that long.

However, sometimes you realize you DIDNโ€™T (actually) WAIT, (pause) for time is a lie;

(Moral) โ€œYesterday AND Tomorrow is: The Blink of Your Eye.โ€

TOGETHER youโ€™ve (always) been with your OneTrueLove all along; (pause)

Therefore, closeYourEyesALL YOUR DREAMS HAVE (already) COME TRUEsinceAllYourWishesAreGrantedALREADY, isnโ€™t WAITING (just) pretty wrong?

Answer: NO, of course not; WE LOVE TO WAIT;

Itโ€™s โ€œimmediate WISH fulfillmentโ€ that we REALLY hate.

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โ€œSo, young people: (Get) READY; SET; WAIT,

For YEARS or DECADES. WhatDoYouThinkโ€™boutTHAT? Isnโ€™t waiting great?โ€

โ€œYouth is NEVER wasted on the young very much.โ€ The Mystic Poet

A Limerick, entitled: โ€œWhen An Irresistible Impulse Meets An Overwhelming Urge.โ€

For TRUE LOVE, you donโ€™t have to wait / The door gets knocked down, and your mate / Stands there with a grin, / & says: (pause) โ€œI AM (pure) SIN.โ€ / & you say: โ€œYouโ€™re on time.โ€ (pause) โ€œNO, Iโ€™m late.โ€

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Abstinence ~

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โ€œABSTINENCE.โ€ a poem a.k.a.: โ€œThe Day โ€˜Kindnessโ€™ And Death Got Married.โ€ December 9, 2019 (Monday)

Simon Contreras is awfully KIND; Heโ€™s (even) given up meat & now seldom will dine,

On ANYTHING ANY MORE so his days will be few?

HeEarlierTodayFoundOutโ€vegetablesHAVEfeelings,โ€ so he gave up on stew.

The weather is COLD outside of his door;

He looks for the kindly, feral cat to give Her more,

FOOD? BUT NOT MEAT (and now not even plants) for that might โ€œwoundโ€ someone,

And wounding and eating and existence (generally) is (sometimes) not much fun.

& ALSO โ€œThe birds must be COLD,โ€ thought Simon; โ€œTheyโ€™re up in those trees,โ€

So he lit a little fire to keep the birds warm; yet, his knees (now)

Are unsteady from SUCH LACK OF FOOD,

And HereComesKitty, who used to be pretty, butNowNoMoreEATS SIMONwo[u]ld,

Give HER, so kitty is skinANDbones (on her 9thLIFE), like Simon;

So, She DROPSdownTOdie. (pause) Simon, you might know, often met a PIEman,

And would EAT ALL SORTS OF yummy and nutritious PIES,

WhichContained meat&eggs&sugar&wheat, which, โ€œback then,โ€ was considered WISE.

Now, Simonโ€™s stomach begs for FOOD to keep Simon going;

He looks UP, and the trees are all aflame, & THE BIRDS ARE, of course, KNOWING,

That theyโ€™re going to die TOO, thanks to what we call โ€œmisplaced affection.โ€

SometimesYou gotta be โ€œcruel to be kind;โ€ then, DEATH heads in their direction. (pause)

When DEATH arrived, Simon grabbed Her scythe from Her bony hand;

โ€œI donโ€™t want you CUTTING YOURSELF.โ€ โ€œBut, Simon, you donโ€™t understand;

I NEED that device to do my job.โ€ Simon wouldnโ€™t give it back; he was gonna rob,

DEATH of the means of keeping population numbers down,

And, despite Deathโ€™s sad, misty frown,

SIMON, WEAK AND LEAN, HELD ONTO THE SCYTHE F O R E V E R.

And EVERYTHING FELL APART; yup. The Time/Space Continuum did โ€œsever,โ€

Creating a rift in The Fabric of Eternity because of Simonโ€™s immense kindness,

And GOD & Jesus, The Buddha & The Saints ALL REALIZED their BLINDNESS,

In the promotion of: LOVE, AFFECTION and (even) HONORING LIFE;

But at least Simon found himself A WIFE. Thatโ€™s RIGHT: Mr. & Mrs. Simon Contreras:

Simon AND Lady Death; Iโ€™m sure (as theyโ€™re making love) they love to hearUS,

INourSORROW, as All Bloody Creation cries out:

โ€œBe a little cruel; not so kind.โ€ (Moral) BALANCE IS WHAT ITโ€™S ALL ABOUT.

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Cannibals the real stories ~

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โ€œCANNIBALS, THE REAL STORY.โ€ a poem? a.k.a.: โ€œMEAT Me In The Middle.โ€ โ€œViewer Discretion Advised.โ€ December 9, 2019 (Moon Day)

In A Beginning WAS GOD, sitting there happily (and greedily) gnawing on a yummy fried pork chop,

And THEN Mrs. Claus came along, DEMANDING THAT HE STOP,

Saying: โ€œYou are a BARBARIAN; who do you think you ARE?โ€

โ€œGOD,โ€ He replied; (pause) โ€œWell, youโ€™ve gone too far,โ€

She said, โ€œWhen you think you can just eat anything you please.โ€

So, She absconded with his yummy pork chop, which brought Him to His knees,

God said: โ€œIโ€™M SORRY; WHAT HAVE I DONE,

FOR IN EATING THAT POOR LITTLE PIGGIE, SINCE โ€˜WE ARE ALL ONE,โ€™

I HAVE EATEN MYSELF, AND I AM, therefore, A CANNIB [A] L.โ€

From then on, She just brought Him dishes derived from The Vegeta ble,

Which truly was not too healthy for Him, although it was for HIS HORSE โ€œNAG,โ€

Who was, like Mrs. Claus always โ€œnaggingโ€ Him; anyway, he would BEG,

HIS WIFE (the Mrs.) for just ANY FLESHLY THING,

And, since She truly loved HIM, She offered herself; for God; much joy this did bring.

However, after He had dined (upon her) to his delight,

He would often fall asleep, AND on one spacious, cannibalistic NIGHT,

She yanked a rib bone out of His side,

And formed SATAN, who took Her as His bride.

You can see, at this point, the complexity of it all;

That is why The Genesis Account was VERYmuchABRIDED; eventually, Satan did call,

GOD a โ€œcuckold,โ€ a cannibalistic, old bird. (All this because God gave up meat.)

Satan, of course, ate everything in sight; He relished EACH FLESHLY TREAT,

Unbeknowst to Mrs. Claus, who loved to get her claws into Him,

Into SATAN, who eventually started the FIRM that sells theYUMMYjerky โ€œSlim Jim.โ€

(Moral) Eat what your body wants; it knows what is best.

Eat vegetables now and then, but GIVE THESE DIETARY RESTRICTIONS a rest,

And REMEMBER: Your wife is โ€œin league with any carnivorous, Devil man,โ€

Who will โ€œfry her upโ€ & cook some savory pork cutlets (or even beef) in a frying pan.

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Limerick โ€œJesus Of Course, Was Also A Cannibal.โ€ โ€œYou must eat my flesh and my blood,โ€ / Said Jesus, (pause) โ€œIfYouWannaBeMyBud.โ€ / Otherwise, my Dear Dad, / Will be VERY sad, / And Heโ€™ll cry us an awful big flood.

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