Sunday, January 5, 2025

Sea Shepherd

 Sea Shepherd

 

By John Kaniecki

 

Righteous sailors of the high sea

Fighting the good fight

Against the enemy

Day and night

The Jolly Roger sails

In defense of precious whales

For wicked merchants of greed

Devour without need

Magnificent beasts they consume

For dog food and perfume

Profits are a paramount

They have traded their soul

For more money to count

An ambiguous endless goal

So the Sea Shepherd

In deed and word

Harass and meddle

With the wicked vessel

Trying to preserve nature

To defend Mother Earth’s children

This is a war

Against the most vile sin

Sail on Sea Shepherd

Your story

Will always live in glory

In the hearts of the young

Your truth is sung

Like the sun in the skies

Once more to rise

Our oceans we shall defend

Is our oath without end 


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Tuesday, December 31, 2024

Atoms And The Void

 Atoms And The Void

 

Buck Rogers

Was feeling annoyed

He was drafted by the L.A. Dodgers

But on second base

He lost grace

With a slip worthy of Freud

And the pennant race

Was lost

So God started counting the cost

And the hero’s career

Began to disappear

Knowing he wasn’t growing younger

Still possessing a cancerous hunger

Buck bought a one way ticket

To the red world of Mars

With luck he fought his way through the thicket

To the land of electrical guitars

But our bold dashing astronaut

Got caught

Embarrassed and red faced

As he only played bass

So once more

A promising future

Was destroyed

So unable to function

Buck pushed the red button

And all the did remain

Besides the pain

Were

(And I know this for sure)

Atoms and the void  


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Sunday, December 29, 2024

Hold Your Baby Tight

Hold Your Baby Tight

 

Here we go again looking in to the new year                        

With a lot of hope and a little bit of fear                                

I’m a simple man I believe in peace and love                       

I’m a simple man I believe in God above                              

 

Georgi hold your baby tight

We’re fixing for a hell of a fight

There are things we need to make right

So Georgi hold your baby tight

 

The devil’s on the loose see him chasing the wind

His pocket full of gold with a handful of sin

He owns the clowns who are dancing down in D.C.

Taxing the poor to pay for the military

 

Georgi hold your baby tight

We’re fixing for a hell of a fight

There are things we need to make right

So Georgi hold your baby tight

 

Christian soldiers arise time to open your eyes

Christian soldiers arise time to hear those woeful cries

Speak the truth for only the truth will conquer lies

The future belongs to the strong one who tries

 

Georgi hold your baby tight

We’re fixing for a hell of a fight

There are things we need to make right

So Georgi hold your baby tight

 

Down on Cavalry the battle was won

On the cross Lord Jesus has overcome

The Lamb of God our sacrifice

With His life He paid the price

 

I live my life a testimony to the truth

I live my life as a witness for the youth

On the straight and narrow I offer everything

On the straight and narrow all glory to the king

 

Georgi hold your baby tight

We’re fixing for a hell of a fight

There are things we need to make right

So Georgi hold your baby tight 



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Saturday, December 21, 2024

Evangelists

  

Evangelists

 

       "Hello, we're from the Church of Celestial Greatness," the identically dressed youths chimed.

       I growled and rolled my eyes to the back of my head. I was not telegraphing a message but sending it with a precision laser beam.

       "God has sent us here to proclaim the good news of the celestial heaven," exhaled one of the pair in an exasperated breath. He spoke with all the drama of a game show host.

       I looked down upon the humans. As far as I was concerned, that species was the vilest scum the universe had ever vomited up. "Isn't that the church where the reverend took all the money and ran off with the secretary?" I hadn't a clue who these people were, but it was my standard line. You live on the periphery of the galaxy you have to be prepared for all sorts. Especially offensive intrusions of vulgarity.

       The pair looked at each other sheepishly as if I had tread upon some tender wound. One spoke up, his voice quivering and full of nervousness. "No, you're thinking of the Church of Celestial Magnificence," he squeaked. "We cut all our ties with them a good time ago." He managed to smile. Ah, how primitive humans were showing me their teeth! In my culture, that is a challenge to fight.

       In return, I opened my lips to reveal my multiple rows of sharp teeth that could literally bite their heads off. "But don't you hold the same text sacred? I mean, one stinky potato is just like another stinky potato." I roared out the words. Once again, it was my usual response. The evangelists would have felt obliged to educate me if I had pleaded ignorance.

       "Well, yes, sir," squeaked one nervously, stretching his collar with his finger as if his shirt had suddenly shrunk.

       "Well," I snarled. I had better things to do, like staring at a blank wall. My nostrils flared.

       Once more in uncertainty, the two glanced at each other, each exhibiting agonized looks. Returning their attention to me, one said, " Well, thank you for your time, sir."

       A look of sorrow swept across my face as I gave a big sigh. "But I thought you would be staying for dinner!" My voice whined in pity.

       "Dinner!" cried the other, finally breaking his silence. What were you eating?"

       I gave the grandest smile of the day. This was my favorite part when encountering evangelists. "You," I spoke slyly.

       Off to the races, the pair ran, clomping their shoes as they fled. In their haste, the duo neglected to collect their satchel. I took the liberty to investigate and find a host of various printed materials. I was utterly delighted. I now did not need to purchase lining for the bottom of Clarence's cage, my pet bird. All in all, I must say it wasn't a bad day. At least this time, I wasn't going to jail! It's two days at the rock for each evangelist's head you bite off. You see, they knock on the magistrate's door as well.


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Thursday, December 19, 2024

The Richest Man in the World

 The Richest Man in the World 

       "Do you trust the wizard?"

       "He's not a wizard. Rather, the man is a sci-en-tist, whatever that means?"

       Surman stood upon the side of King Nebuchadnezzar. The advisor had a very precarious job. On the one hand, he was responsible for giving sound advice to the grand monarch. On the other, he could not be presumptuous or condescending in the slightest manner. One slip of his tongue and he might follow his predecessor into jail or worse.

       "Then do you trust this scientist?" Surman not only repeated himself but also, in a roundabout way, challenged the king of kings. After all, his actions made it clear that King Nebuchadnezzar had faith in this stranger.

       "He does have the most convincing proof of wonderful things, does he not?" The monarch had a grand smile. "You saw his flashlight, haven't you?"

       "Indeed, I have," Surman spoke in awe. "As I have also seen his pistol."

       "Truly, they are great magic, are they not?"

       "No, they are from science," corrected Surman. Afraid he had ruffled the hair of the monarch, he quickly added, "As you have so distinctly pointed out already."

       "And this time machine," Nebuchadnezzar's eyes flashed open wide in wonder. "Oh, the marvel of it all."

       "But you are not certain that this man can travel in time, are you?" Surman knew that the direct approach was sometimes necessary. Nebuchadnezzar could get talking on a subject and spend hours babbling.

       "Sometimes in life, we must take chances," the grand monarch replied.

       "And what are you paying for this trip in time?" The chief advisor knew the answer already. He just wanted Nebuchadnezzar to think very hard on the matter.

       "Oh, half of my kingdom," replied the King with a casual wave of his hand as if offering a fellow half of his lunch.

       "You are the richest man in the world!" Surman retorted.

       "And what of it?" hissed the King. "Yes, I have grand palaces filled with harems of delightful ladies for my pleasure. I have more gold and silver than any man could dream of or desire. I have horses for a hundred thousand riders; doesn't that make it all clear?"

       "In what way, oh great one?"

       "I have everything a man could desire," Nebuchadnezzar said with a sigh. There are no more worlds for me to conquer," the King paused, his eyes staring vacantly at nothing. What this man offers me is more than I could dream of, " the King paused again. “No, it is more than any man could dream of."

       Surman held his tongue, contemplating the words of his sovereign. He thought the mission was foolhardy and perilous. Still, it was his job only to advise. He was to support the King in all matters, regardless of his own personal opinion.

       "Think of it, man," King Nebuchadnezzar spoke with the excitement of a boy on his birthday. "To see all those wonders. Flying ships that travel through the air. Tall buildings that reach up into the sky. Chariots without horses. Why did you hear the sci-en-tist talk as well as I did? Doesn't it fill you with a sense of wonder about all those marvelous things that he describes? Wouldn't you give half your kingdom but half your life to spend one day there? Why society must be grand beyond belief!"

       "It is your decision, oh wise king Nebuchadnezzar," Surman acquiesced with a reluctant sigh. He knew he could not sway his sovereign from traveling to the future.

###

       "So, he walks into the box, you set the instruments, and you pull the switch?" Surman wanted to make sure he knew all the details.

       "That's right," Doctor Goodman replied with a grand smile. Nebuchadnezzar will arrive in the future in the greatest city that ever existed on the face of the Earth. He will arrive at the pinnacle of civilization."

       "Yes," said King Nebuchadnezzar, "I will be going to New Yawk City." The monarch smiled grandly. "There, buildings stand a third of a mile tall, and huge horseless carriages travel underneath the streets."

       Surman gritted his teeth. His liege was acting like the perfect fool. This Doctor Goodman reeked like a total fraud. However, his wonders from the future baffled not only the advisor but all the experts of Babylonia. "And he can bring nothing with him?" asked the advisor.

       "No," Doctor Goodman said softly. "Only with transference with the time machine itself can physical objects be transported."

       "So, he will arrive in this New Yawk City naked?" Surman asked bitterly.

       "Come now," objected King Nebuchadnezzar, "what I need surely I will attain. Why I'll be in the lap of luxury, will I not?"

       "Yes, indeed, you shall!" eagerly agreed Doctor Goodman with a smile.

       "Then it is all settled," the king of kings said as he entered the chamber. Doctor Goodman shut the door behind him. He examined the controls and dials, making sure they were exactly set. Then he pulled the lever. The machine started vibrating and then suddenly stopped. The door then opened, revealing a vacant chamber. All the Babylonians were overwhelmed with awe.

###

       "Okay, mister, I'm sure you got some good reason why you're wearing your birthday suit in Times Square?"

       "Yes," replied King Nebuchadnezzar, "I have just traveled through time to witness the greatest city on Earth." The monarch looked upwards at the tremendous towers seemingly touching the sky. In the air, he saw an immense bird. He contemplated that the awe-inspiring sight was a machine carrying people. The King let out a long, delightful laugh.

       "Okay, okay, and just who might you be then?" asked the cop.

       "Why, I am King Nebuchadnezzar of Babylon, the king of kings!"

       "O' Malley, this is Lewis; send the transport to Times Square; we got ourselves a real winner here."

       King Nebuchadnezzar continued to take in the sights, overcome with awe.

       "You'll be coming with me, Your Majesty," the police officer said gruffly.

       "And where shall you be taking me?"

       "Oh, we have a great place for all visiting royalty who show up naked. It's called Bellevue Psychiatric Hospital."

       "Splendid," cried out King Nebuchadnezzar, "will there be a harem of wenches awaiting me there?"  


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Soup Kitchen

 Soup Kitchen

 

Politicians proclaim

All is fine

The economy is getting stronger

All the same

The soup kitchen line

Everyday is getting longer

They have two pots

From which to eat

One with vegetables

And one with meat

So here I sit and wait

A lengthy sermon comes first

Hear the preacher pontificate

I don't know which is worst

The man with the awful smell

Or threats of eternal hell

Still I guess

This is a blessing

My life is a mess

And I'm always guessing

Where I'll get my next meal

Imagine how I feel

Poverty is real

So to you in your lofty towers white

Who eat luscious treats of delight

Of whom the poor

You choose to ignore

There's a whole army down here

Complaining and bitching

In the soup kitchen

You'd better fear

Cause we have a solution

It's called revolution 


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Wednesday, December 18, 2024

Love

 Love

 

Love

Love is like baking cookies of delight

You got to get the recipe just right

Start with a heaping measure of grace

If you did it correct, you have a smile on your face

Mix in some sugar, doubly sweet

Some kind words makes the task complete

Make sure that you include some of your heart

That is the extra special part

Allow the cookies to go through the fire

A little pain is needed, whatever the desire

Keep after them with proper concern

Otherwise they just might burn

Once they are baked allow them to cool

Move to fast, well you’re a fool

Cause patience is the number one thing

You can always hum if you can’t sing

Take a nibble just for a taste

Share with everybody let none go to waste

When your cookies are gone, just bake some more

Remember, make Love, not war