One kung foo
Two right ideas
Three smart women
Four horsemen of doom
Five gold rings, from Tiffany’s
Six shadowy scoundrels
Seven days make a week
Eight rights to right a wrong
Nine lives per cat
Ten small Native Americans.
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This was long thought to be the only portrait of William Shakespeare that had any claim to have been painted from life, until another possible life portrait, the Cobbe portrait, was revealed in 2009. The portrait is known as the 'Chandos portrait' after a previous owner, James Brydges, 1st Duke of Chandos. It was the first portrait to be acquired by the National Portrait Gallery in 1856. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
My apologies to William Shakespeare.
How shall we obstruct thee? Let us count the ways.
We shall obstruct thee to the depth and breath and height, especially depth.
Our souls can reach, when feeling out of sight and mind.
For the ends of being and the approval of the 1%.
We shall obstruct thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light and darkest night.
We shall obstruct thee freely, as men strive to serve the Right.
We shall obstruct thee surely, as we turn from reason.
We shall obstruct thee with passion put to use
In our old griefs, and with childhood’s spite
We shall obstruct thee with a passion born of blindness
With our lost probity. We shall obstruct thee with endless words,
Smiles, crocodile tears, of all life; and if God choose
We shall obstruct thee until the death of the Republic.
P.S. From a Rolling Stone interview with President Obama:
“Is there any way to break through that obstructionism by Republicans?
My hope is that if the American people send a message to them that’s consistent with the fact that Congress is polling at 13 percent right now, and they suffer some losses in this next election, that there’s going to be some self-reflection going on – that it might break the fever. They might say to themselves, “You know what, we’ve lost our way here. We need to refocus on trying to get things done for the American people.”
Frankly, I know that there are good, decent Republicans on Capitol Hill who, in a different environment, would welcome the capacity to work with me. But right now, in an atmosphere in which folks like Rush Limbaugh and Grover Norquist are defining what it means to be a true conservative, they are lying low. My hope is that after this next election, they’ll feel a little more liberated to go out and say, “Let’s redirect the Republican Party back to those traditions in which a Dwight Eisenhower can build an interstate highway system.”"
A corn field in Liechtenstein. Keywords: Field, corn, Liechtenstein, Mountains, Alps, Vaduz, sky, clouds, landscape. Español: Una plantación de maíz en Liechtenstein. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
This is how The cat is in the corn poem came to be. Yesterday the line, “the cat is in the” came into my mind and I tried several words to complete the line. None fit well and the word “corn” kept returning. It didn’t make much sense, but it would not go away. Finally I decided to try it in a rural setting, and then the poem wrote itself. I use 3×5 cards to write notes to myself and the poem quickly filled three cards. Some adjectives needed changing, and that occurred in typing the poem. Start to finish, I would say that the entire process took no more than 45 minutes.
In case that you have not noticed, I try to use as few words as possible. Some of my poems use only two or three words per line. My goal has always been to write a poem with only one word per line. I achieved that goal only once and I have misplaced the result. If I ever recall the subject matter, I believe that I will be able to write it again. Stay tuned.
Please see On writing | On writing part 2 | The cat is in the corn
Minneola, Osceola, tangerine
Lemon, lime, orange
Sprite, 7Up, Diet Coke
Dr. Pepper, Dr. Thunder
Mr. Pibb, root beer
Bud, Miller, Heineken
Put mine in a stein
Please pass the chips.
Map of Wall Street and the surrounding streets Trinity Church Bank of New York Building NY Stock Exchange Federal Hall Trump Building Cocoa Exchange (1 Wall Street Court) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
The cat is in the corn
The beer is in the bottle
The pig is in the sausage
And the sheep is in the meadow.
The sparrow is in the barn
The horse is in the field
The cow is in the meadow
And the egg is in the skillet.
The farmer is in the poor house
His neighbors are scraping by
Main Street is deserted
While malls and Wall Street thrive.
The parties in Washington squabble
Pundits disagree while being disagreeable
Voters scratch their heads in wonder
While the world watches unbelieving.
