King Kong’s Catastrophic Calamity

•August 12, 2015 • Leave a Comment

imageNo one told him about the airplanes and he certainly had not read the script…

After all, gorillas couldn’t read right?

Well maybe not but this was no ordinary gorilla.

This, this was the Mighty Kong, King Kong to you thank you very much!

King had been to the “States” once before many years ago when a group of capatalist money hunters had captured him in the jungles of Africa. King hadn’t liked it then and he didn’t think much of his visit now as neither time was what one might consider a pleasure trip nor even a business one for that matter.

No, this was an involuntary journey made by Kong at the demand of his once former owner, front man, capitalist pig captor, Arie’ B. Rehnquist, traveler-hunter extraordinaire.

Mr. Rehnquist, oft times referred to as “The Big Pig”, was in no way shape or form a  friend to King Kong. No this flat footed, loose lipped, crooked toothed mongrel of a fortune seeking scoundrel was anything but a friend as his actions could only be interpreted by Kong, and those who knew him and the situation best, would, could and in fact did describe this as a heinous calamity of the greatest order caused by one Arie’ B. (as in Boregarde) Rehnquist.  image

This after all was the capture and forced servitude of the Mighty Kong, the all powerful, often times jungle reeking gorilla of the greatest proportions. Why he could, did and once again would climb the tallest buildings with mere fingers and toes, sweep airplanes away with in a singular snort from his nose, then regale his body atop the great Empire State in his most lofty repose.

No ordinary gorilla was he this Mr. Kong, and Jane, you remember Jane, she plain out loved the big gorilla. And many others in the feminine order of reluctant yet heroine-like bold-as-can-be ladies, agreed with Jane’s take on the ape. image

Today we see the dilemma laid out before us for what it truly was, is and forever shall be, in fiction, fact or fantsasy, a case of – ENTRAPMENT!

Yes that’s right, poor King had been spied upon, put upon and preyed upon till he had no “pons” left and was forcibly removed from his noble yet humble jungle environment and violently transgressed upon and transferred to the slick streets of New York City.

Ah, but Kong was not to be out done, oh no, he still had some tricks left up his sleeveless yet very hairy arms. He had been in a similar situation once before if you will recall and he reached into his inner self for the courage and strength that he so desperately needed now.

ARGH ARATAFFAT!

This cry he uttered from the very tip of the top of the Empire State Building. Precariously balancing astride the piercing antennae with his big little toes, King swatted away one plane then two planes, while yet maintaining his grasping grip on Jane; for if he lost hold of her now, why – “shudder” – she would fall to her most certain and absolute death.

As King snarlled and snapped at the attacking aircraft he kept his balance and…

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 Ladies and Gentlemen – we will have to wait and return next week for the continuation of this series. 

Surprised? You shouldn’t be. You have seen the movie, haven’t you?

The Clowns

•August 29, 2014 • 2 Comments

 I met.

One time long ago, I was very young and impressionable. It’s funny now that I think about it, I don’t mean that the clown was funny. No, no that’s not right either as it’s not that the clown wasn’t funny. The clown was just a clown darn it, a good clown and … now I forget what I was going to say, oh yes, what was funny was I couldn’t tell if the clown was a guy or a girl, you know, male or female. I mean you would think that to be a part of the human race you are either one or the other but not with clowns, at least not with this clown. But I don’t think it made any difference for this clown didn’t seem to care, this clown was all smiles and happy, full of life you know. At the same time, the very same time, this clown was sad too, really sad. You could take that smiley face of his, or hers, and just turn it upside down and the clown was the clown, the same clown only different. What am I saying, you must think I’m nuts or something. Well anyway, clowns are forever creatures and they can change your life-if you let them. Do you have a clown living with you, or maybe next door or even down the street. Surely there is a clown in the city that you live in, surely there is. I suggest that you go meet this clown. Tell him your sorry for the times you laughed at him not with him and the times when you should have laughed and did nothing at all. Tell him, why, tell him that you love him!

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“Skelton and Marcel Marceau shared a long friendship and admiration of each other’s work. Marceau said, “Red, you are eternal for me and the millions of people you made laugh and cry. May God bless you forever, my great and precious companion. I will never forget that silent world we created together. “

JUDY COLLINS – Send In The Clowns        http://youtu.be/KCE-Bijdvv0

Isn’t it rich?
Are we a pair?
Me here at last on the ground,
You in mid-air..
Where are the clowns?

Isn’t it bliss?
Don’t you approve?
One who keeps tearing around,
One who can’t move…
Where are the clowns?image
Send in the clowns.

Just when I’d stopped opening doors,
Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours.
Making my entrance again with my usual flair
Sure of my lines…
No one is there.

Don’t you love farce?
My fault, I fear.
I thought that you’d want what I want…
Sorry, my dear!
But where are the clowns
Quick – Send in the clowns
Don’t bother, they’re here.

Isn’t it rich?
Isn’t it queer?
Losing my timing this late in my career.
But where are the clowns?
There ought to be clowns…
Well, maybe next year.

Clowns are forever creatures. They live on in our hearts and minds, can spark one’s imagination, add a twinkle to your eye, a lift for your spirit, a new chapter to your life’s book … a portal to your soul. Clowns are industrious, always ready to work, not stopping until the job is finished, until they have achieved tvikelly6heir purpose and ministered to the crowd, the circus crowd, the street crowd, the individual one on one, the lonely one at the office, the quiet one staying at home. It’s true, clowns are forever creatures that you can know too. You cacircus clownn you know if you really want too, it’s not hard or scary. You don’t even have to go out the front door or leave your house at all, really, I’m not kidding. You should try it, I have, I did, I mean, I invite clowns in all the time now.  Sometimes one at a time and sometimes in BUNCHES!11-cad-with-clownsClowns are forever creatures, sometimes happy and sometimes sad but,

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I have never, ever met a clown that was bad.  I have never, ever met a clown that was bad. I have never, ever met a clown that was bad. Never!

Nanook Of The North – The Legend

•August 6, 2009 • 9 Comments

The Ig-a-loo

It’s been said, that a long, long time ago, deep into the frozen tundra of the ever present, winter north lands, roamed an icy creature called Nanook, Nanook of the North. Although this story may be just a legend passed about from mouth to ear, generation to generation of the great Eskimo Tribes of the Arctic Circle, many believe in the awesome and fearful Nanook, still believe it to this day.

It is said that once upon a time, a fur trapper was hunting baby seals for the fur trade, up in the Arctic Circle. There were numerous fur trappers in the area but none who would venture this far North into the cold, into the night of winter, into the homeland of the awesome and fearsome-Nanook.The Fur Trapper

This particular fur trapper was mean, he was evil, he was treacherous, he was a bad man. Most who hunted the choice baby seals, did so for survival. I mean, a man’s gotta’ eat, right? But not this fur trapper. No. He hunted the baby seal for-pleasure. Duh duh duh dunnnn! The baby seal was small, tiny, teeny-weeny and it was white. It was a symbol amongst the great Eskimo Tribes, of goodness, of all that  was right with the world. To them it was a sin to harm or damage the baby seals life or lifestyle in any way.

Well, this evil, bad fur trapper one very cold, very dark day, in the midst of  a driving snowy, blizzard, happened upon, stumbled upon, came upon even, a primitive Ig-a-loo. It was made of frozen blocks of ice with a short tunnel like entrance. It had what appeared to be a chimney venturing straight up from the top of it. It had what looked like trails of smoke rising above it a foot or two but, it was so dark, so frigid, so- so cold that, the very plumes of smoke were frozen! We are talking cold here.

Well, the fur trapper happened upon this Ig-a-loo and to his delight found that there were a least a dozen baby seals huddled up and against the Ig-a-loo for the little warmth it exuded. The little, tiny, teeny-weeny baby seals were snuggled together apparently happy and content in this, their chosen, Godgiven environment when suddenly – duh duh duh dunnn. The fur trapper picked out the choicest, the teeniest-weeniest, whitest baby seal and….Baby Seal Killer

He started into whipping on this most favorite of baby seals with, with, yes with, a lead filled snowshoe!

 Oh man, oh boy, oh brother, was he in for it now. From inside the Ig-a-loo rose a great roar, a great cry, a great, um, shout of disapproval, no more like a great shout of anger, yes, of rage even. It was the fearsome, the awesome, the nostalgic and great one, about whom Frank Zappa sung, Nanook of the North – The Legend!!!

 Oh my, was he mad, angry even. Baby Seal

Nanook did not bother with exiting from the Igaloo tunnel, no he rose up and burst through the sides, the roof, the frozen plumes of smoke even, and the blocks of ice crumbled into miniscule grains of frozen “icelets”. Upon seeing the evil fur trapper whipping upon his favorite tiny, teeny-weeny, white baby seal, he roared with rage – Roarrr! 

Felonious Fur TrapperThis froze the felonious, fearful fur trapper in his fur trapping tracks and he dropped the baby seal. He had his arms outstretched, trying to make his get away but to no avail. Nanook bent down, he reached down, he then scooped out, a generous mitten full of the  deadly- yellow snow. Yes!  The deadly yellow snow from right there where the huskies go.The Unknown Un-named Fur Trapper

He then proceeded to rub the yellow snow into the eyes of the frozen in place fur trapper until he stood there, with his arms outstretched and said, “I can’t see, do do do do doooo, I can’t see-e, oh do do do dooo”.

Nanook - The LegendIt was at that precise moment that the fur trapper began to break apart and crumble, disintegrating into the ice and snow of the Tundra.

Meanwhile, back at the Ig-a-loo, as the fur trapper disintegrated the Ig-a-loo integrated, that is, it miraculously re-assembled itself, frozen smoke plumes and all, the fearsome, the mighty, the all knowing all seeing, Nanook, seeing that his group of baby seals were safe and huddling back around the Igaloo, he picked up his favorite, tiny, teeny-weeny, little baby seal, re-entered his re-assembled yet ever still, humble abode, and rested.

I do attest to this day, on whatever day it is, that this story in time, is a true and accurate account of these events and can be verified if not justified by the meaningless, meandering melodies, of the aforementioned song’s, the infamous and now deceased, Frank Zappa.   

And The Old Soldier Rested

•June 8, 2009 • Leave a Comment

 

Before The Silence

Before The Silence

  

 

 Pontiac Springs was the name of the town. Duke was rocking on the porch as usual with Facia his old dog. Rocking, rocking, rocking. Every day pretty much the same now so different than 65 years ago when he was just a young buck. Yeah, so many years ago, only 18 and so innocent, so green, so young. That’s what they did you know, put the young, inexperienced ones up front. Yeah. They were all full of vinegar ready to go, let’s fight us some of those bad boys, so full of themselves. What did they know, what did they know? Nothing of course. Nothing of what was lying ahead of them. Just like the other young boys who weren’t cowards by any means just, well just plain scared. And they too were as innocent as the sun on a brand new day. Yep, green. I know what your thinking young fellow, why not put the more experienced guys up front? You know, some battle hardened vets who have been there before and could maybe handle the situation better but, no, that wouldn’t be any good at all. They knew what to expect and although they certainly would follow orders and act accordingly, they would maybe hesitate before moving forward or look for another way around this rather than straight ahead so…  it was the young ones that went first, yeah, they were first into the storm.

Go, Go, Go, Go…

 Then old Duke was there, there on the beach. 

Yep. I was there alright. Lying face down in the sand and water all red and messy with all kinds of nasty smelling stuff.  I thought, ” man it’s so quiet I must have made it to a really safe spot or buried so deep that I can’t see and can’t be seen, and I sure can’t hear a darn thing. Maybe I really did make it all the way and I’m in heaven now” but, no, no. That’s when my hearing started coming back kind of  one “pop” at a time. A loud blast to my left, now I did hear that. The constant chatter of some kind of weapon spitting out  flames dozens no hundreds every minute! Damn! 

When I tried lifting my head up out of the sand and water my helmet went flying off, shot off and I dropped my head back in that sand so quick and sucked in a breath almost chocking, gagging, and I realized it was red with blood and oh man, that was part of some guys insides, oh man and crap, literally crap, in my mouth from this guy lying almost on top of me only, he wasn’t a guy any more. At least not a whole guy. Shit!

I’m tired, so tired.

And Duke just sat there rocking now, rocking. Facia the dog, was looking up at his old master and wondering why the chair was slowing down. It never went fast but, now it came to a stop. It got awfully quiet.

Very, very quiet.

And The Old Soldier Rested.       

The Ballad of the Busy Buzzard – an excerpt

•March 16, 2009 • Leave a Comment

Baby-BuzzardThe buzzard was a cry’n as he just kept a try’n  to be a lap escapee. Well granma wouldn’t have it so she took her old Nun Habit and beat upon the man named Tee. The man started cry’n the harder he was try’n but he was cry’n wee, wee, wee. His tears started flowin and they all started goin in the jar with the buzzard on his knee. So now don’t you know it I’m soundin like a poet it’s all bout that very large buzzard you see. If he wasn’t so busy he wouldn’t get so dizzy and be surprising ole Grandma and me.

The Who’ a And The Roo’ a

•March 13, 2009 • Leave a Comment

                         The Who’ a and the Roo’a   OR     

The Chi Hua Hua Who Befriended A Roo’a

 

There once was a Roo’a he always liked to chewa on a kind of red beet stew’a.

Up and down up and down the Roo’a had to climb. He would huff and puff so frantically to get to his seat in time.

Roo’a sat in his usual place next to Spido, Bump and Wee. He gave a start when across from him a stranger did he see. Oh my, oh my, oh my, my, my, my, my. Just who’a can this stranger be? The stranger sat all alone you see all alone on this day was he.He thought to himself what shall I say to make a friend of me? So he left behind the place he had been, it was dark  yes dark, dark, dark. 

It was then that he:    Opened his mouth to sing

                                                        His mind to think  and for

                                                              Love, he opened his heart. 

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Choices In The Garden

•December 26, 2017 • Leave a Comment

As I watch the snowflakes slowly fall from the sky above

I think these are signs and symbols of God’s own love

How can it be lowly man oh I am

that this God of mine, the God of Yes I Can

Decided to make me and shape me in His own image

Man looks like God it is His own visage

Though free choice was His aim from the start

It was the organ within it was man’s human heart

That caused the rebellion still to Him foreseen

Though He made us just a little lower than the angels you see

His supreme creation we are human kind in the image of He

Eat of the fruit of the garden

All that you see just leave the one alone

The fruit of the apple tree

For this tree contains the knowledge of good and evil

certainly this one fruit that I request

you shall leave it be

Listen not to the voices you hear the voices not of me

Stay away from this one fruit the fruit of the apple tree

But Satan was wiley even till’ this day is he

His craftiness abounds beyond all others

for it’s pride made him want to be

just like God in heaven as mighty as Me

Then the man and the woman did partake of the tree

the fruit containing knowledge forbidden to thee

And sin found it’s way to the heart of mankind

and to this day you can see

The result of disobedience in the garden

the rejection of right and wrong you will find

When the man and the woman chose unwisely that day

To follow not his loving God

But the evil serpent in the filth and the sod

Who led the crowning creation to his own way

Satan led man and woman he led them astray

On the road of evil destruction and death to this day

WHEN THE COCK CROWS

•December 22, 2017 • Leave a Comment

WHEN THE COCK CROWS

The first time I heard it I was slightly taken aback. I mean, what’s a kid from a New Jersey city know about roosters for goodness sake.

Cock a doodle doo, went the rooster.

In fact I heard him crow at least three times if my numbers are right.

I never was one for my maths but this seemed easy enough.

After all the rooster only crowed three times as it was and not three hundred or even three thousand times dear sirs.

But why was this different?

What made this so special?

This rooster crowing transcends time you know. Centuries ago, in another land, a foreign soil, one drenched with the day’s sun, and red rivers of blood to dampen the mood of mankind forever more.

The cock – why it seemed to waken all around, even the dead were alarmed or so it appeared.

An unholy alliance between flesh and blood, and the cock crowed through it all to share, “it is done, it is done.”

Why heed the call from a silly rooster I thought. What matter does it make that this mindless creature beckons to us all, with its strutting and jousting in the yard, filled with plumes of the aftermath of man’s struggle with darkness, leading only to the fall and it’s deepening gloom.

Oh matters not you say that a promise has been broken, betrayal of one kind or another, and this one was spoken.

Surrender the truth from your lips this day, three times the cock crowed, three times you say.

For was it not foretold by the Master Himself; oh Peter, dear Peter, you meant well my beloved, but this day was rendered unto darkness from the beginning of time, surely the Prince must have his way.

Did I not say, you will have denied me not once, nor twice but three times you repeat …

“I do not know Him.”

And the cock will crow three times already, three times with the rising of the sun.

Though I love you still most certainly dear friend, prophecy is fulfilled yet again and again.

You admonish yourself as you slink sadly away,

I have failed, how could I have failed the teacher this way.

I am weak Adonai, like a child with fear.

I have denied the One that I hold most dear.

So Peter knew from that day on, that man is destined for defeat and decay and finally death alone.

No cock will crow to acknowledge the time, all will know in a preternatural way, death is at your door sir – come this way yes, come this way …

Matthew 26: 74 + 75

“Then he began to curse and swear, saying, “I do not know the Man!” Immediately a rooster crowed.

And Peter remembered the word of Jesus who had said to him, “Before the rooster crows, you will deny Me three times.” So he went out and wept bitterly.”

A Private Conversation

•December 16, 2017 • Leave a Comment

Wait… no please, please wait…

“I have told you my son, no need to shout or cry out. I have a place reserved for you, a place of honor and…

It’s right next to me.”

Really and truly Sir?

“Oh yes, I kid you not.

There is a full banquet prepared for you and a ‘few’ others.”

But Sir you said this is to be a Private Conversation, how can it be private when it’s in front of others?

Not to fear my son.

This conversation will be carried out at the same time as I will be speaking with the ‘few’ others I mentioned, which actually number in the thousands, tens of thousands, millions in fact.”

But how Sir, how can this be even remotely called “private”?

“Indeed my son, how did the earth form and take its place nearby the sun and moon?

How did the skies fill with stars far beyond what the eye can see?

How did the plants and animals, in fact human kind itself take it’s place amongst all Creation?

Yes how Indeed?

Was it man’s doing or something greater?

Is it man who has chosen on his own to come alive and take a place but a little lower than the angels in the heavens above… was this man’s doings or mine?”

Oh Sir, I would not be so presumptuous to say that I should know this, no not at all Sir. You see, I’ve only recently arrived and it’s all new to me.

I was just wondering about it Sir, just pondering I guess you might say.

“Then let me repeat myself to be clear”;

‘Have you not known?

Have you not heard?

Has it not been told you from the beginning?

Have you not understood from the foundations of the earth?’ Isaiah 40:22

“You will sit with me at this table and sup my son, yes along with a multitude of others who have chosen to believe, what their eyes have not seen but their heart and spirit have recognized.

That it is I, yes I, who formed and fashioned your bones from dust and your flesh from ashes, yes it is I who has chosen you!

So be not afraid to come along,

for when I speak to all it is as though I speak to you alone.”

My spirit awoke, my eyes fluttered open.

Surely this is but a dream this day. Surely I have stumbled and fallen and once again have gone astray.

But wait… what is this warmth that I feel in this frigid place; This sense of peace tho the battle around me yet rages?

I see the road ahead quite clearly now, it is straight and narrow and not many travel upon it.

There is a sign post ahead it says;

“Do not look to the left nor the right”, how interesting.

And another; “Press forward to the mark, towards your high calling”.

What’s to be made of this, I wonder.

There is yet another sign post up ahead, there seem to be many signs and wonders.

This one says, let me see, it says;

“I am the truth and the light” , and again; “This is the way walk ye in it”.

It’s so dark, so very dark all around, yet the road, this narrow, uphill road is well lit and my feet seem to stand firm here, not like out there to the sides, right and left where I stumbled and fell. This road is narrow and tight yes, but at least I can see. Yes, before I was like the blind but now… “I was blind yet now I see,”

I was almost lame yet now I walk, I was disheartened and sad yet now….

Now…

why now, I have been set free…!

The Hunchback

•December 15, 2017 • Leave a Comment

What lonely vigil must he ply

Eyes turned from the face

Aimed towards the sky

Lonely it is to don such visage

The only survivor of nature’s wrath

Upon this stretch of virgin path

Arise, arise some would say

Surely your Moment has come

On this holy day

Make way for the king,

The King of Fools rides high

Far above his kingdom

Midst the cathedral’s pyres

Crowds below shout his name you hear

It’s the hunchback alright

Turn back ye brethren,

Turn back in fear

The monster above has made it clear

Sanctuary achieved for this blessed lass

This wretched king

In his grasp she lay

To free her soul and spirit

Where her body now lay

Glory, glory hallelujah to this king

No not the King of Glory you sod

The King of Fools it is

Not the Son, The Son Of God

Crimson Tide

•December 13, 2017 • Leave a Comment

The waters on the beach slowly ebbed to and fro, to and fro, the incessant rhythm from times immemorial, to and fro.

Slowly, slowly filling and receding,back and forth, back and forth.

The summer sun warmed the waters below, mingling the red hue given to it by the blood spilt here on this day.

To and fro, to and fro, back and forth, to and fro.

The silent body of crimson streaked waters solemnly kept its cadence for the memory of the lost at this place; the souls of men, young men, old enough to die but too young to know, to know the truth of the mayhem unleashed here today, that rocked this Island beach and its inhabitants for all time.

The mystery of when now solved, the knowledge of place long known, the reasons still illuding many or most if not all, but those who issue the orders for others to tread where they dare not go.

A pall of death lay over the area as if covering the scene before them could remove the treachery played out here today.

Bodies still warm from the efforts made and the unending heat of the sun’s rays, upon their lifeless remains will stay.

“Oh God, oh God why hast thou forsaken me.”

This cry to the heavens which surely rests above, or at least hopefully it does for without a heaven then this, this … hell has no meaning, no purpose other than to proclaim victory for the “evil one,” it’s darkness remaining as a veil,

a vain attempt to cover this scarlet field of foolish folly for this day and for all time.

The tide slowly ebbs, to and fro, to and fro, the crimson sands remit deaths echo, to and fro, to and fro, on this day and all days still waiting to come, still waiting for that day ahead, for the day of salvation yet to come.

 
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