It must be done

[Lipinski]

Yes, it must. There is no 'sorry', no know nothing. Not withstanding, it must.

Duality

By split personality.

Dimensions seen, felt, smelt swimming odor sensed as wave smashed your unconsciousness away.
Boat riding the muddy bay bottom, ridden down by your drunken haze.
"One more beer here," spoken by the other, your other, you partake.
***
Storm rising, pressure falling, bow splitting a sailors watery grave.
"Frank! Watch out!" Last words from last love, she too, drowned amongst your memories.
"One more beer here," words louder than hers.
***
Fingers, always rely on fingers to bring you relief.
Raise the glass high while winds howl high above the mizzen.
Screaming banshee. Screaming wind. Screaming love. Screaming into history.
***
Fingers, always the devil's fingers, crawling among crab, sand, and ocean debris.
Fingers crawling, pulling the other body away from the sea.
Fingers cold, clammy, numbing sense.
***
"Oh God, I'm sorry," you heard the other you say.
"What have I done!" your exclamations become boring, trying to overpower the waves.
Calmness enters the fingers, extracting the other pathetic you away.
***
Crawling away like a crab from deathly remains, you smile, you have control, you know.
Nothing, not even "I'm sorry," can keep you away from your drink.
***
The end

[Lipinski]

Merlin's Herpesviridae

By the old Goat had style

Ages past, magic masked, Merlin's beard hid the smile.
Ages past, magic marked, Merlin's dalliance with the girls.
Ages past, magic made music to sweep the young to bed.
***
King Arthur warned his sage. Warning led to show the reason.
King Arthur, young himself, aged until the table died.
King Arthur, dust of his own warning, or was it Merlin casting rage?
***
Ages past, the story is told.
Ages past, Lady of the Lake did hold, Merlin's life bewitched?
No.
No.
No.
Again, for the record, no.
Poppycock.
Balderdash.
Folly.
Old wives tale.
Can you understand what's said?
***
Merlin met his fate, his wench, it is no fiction or fable.
With his passion sated, his friends warning came to haunt his head.
This Lady of the Lake did hold, a magical herpesviridae.
***
Ashamed of what history would show, Merlin turned to stone.
Hiding in the English Isles, contemplating the cure, he simmers at edge of sea, watching a sun rise, set.
There is no cure yet, none will avail, only through magic and time will Merlin learn the true meaning of venereal.
***
The end

[Lipinski]

Hell

By been their, done that

Pitchin' the fork.
Pitchin' the soul.
Pitchin' the story, to sooth it all.
***
Baen books, this ones for you.
"It does not fit what were looking for, go straight to hell."
But, but, but, but...
I tried.
***
Therein release the Demon inside.
Page by page, it burns.
Can you feel it assistant to assistant to assistant to assistant to editor?
***
This one is for you.
Needle pricking deep inside your doll.
Wax melting your forehead away.
May you find your own personal hell pleasant.
You would, if I had a say.
***
The end

[Lipinski]

Heaven

By when Hell freezes over

Cherubim.
Seraphim.
Little winged wonders with clouds at their feet.
***
"Try hard young man. Be good and die well. One day you'll go to heaven, be bad, Hell is where you'll see."
Do this.
Do that.
Say, "Thanks."
Say, "Please."
***
All this courtesy, this niceness, politeness...Battering-ram my thoughts of sleaze.
Pleasure.
Desire.
Stimulate the endorphins, stoke the fire of pleasure, flames burning bright.
Now we're talking!
Heaven is growing dimmer in my sight.
***
Gluttony.
Pride.
OK, it will do, but I much prefer wanton, lust, carnal, and other words I can't repeat.
***
When a man is young and creative, spying female of the same, what else but thoughts of passions to tingle with possibilities?
Sigh, back now to the world.
Back to reality.
Back to saying, "Please, thank you, you're welcome."
Back to growing older with age.
***
Youth is for tempting the angels, teasing the demons in hell, doing whatever you please.
Old age is for contemplation, forgiveness, regrets, and redemption.
Which is why I will never age.
***
Sixteen, my age for ages.
Sixteen, forever I shall be.
At least it is nice to dream.
***
The end

[Lipinski]

Sawmill Blues

By carpenter ants have nothing on me

Bzzzzzz...
Ripping wood for profit did he.
Tree blood dripping.
Bark slipping.
Raindrops falling.
Sawmill howling.
***
Board after board fell from the carriage.
Bored from standing afoot, feeding the hungry steel.
Board after board added profit, a profit to make the man happy, Joe was his name.
***
"Joe, come in fer dinner, land sakes, give it a break," a lady brave enough to marry Joe, Mary was her name.
"I'll be there when I be there, I got board's ta make."
***
Rain fell harder.
Sawdust mixed with it beneath.
Time flew by faster, faster, faster.
Mary grew impatient, it was time to eat.
***
At just the right moment.
At just the right time.
Just as Joe finished, the wood had it's pleasure.
***
Ka-Pow! Rang the steel as the blade broke in half.
Ceramic spike implanted to wood broke the blade in half.
Courtesy of an eco-terrorist, trying to save a tree as if they were saving a life.
***
Plunging deep in the heart of Joe did steel go, causing a reaction.
"Oh Mary, I'm done for, it's the end of my life."
***
The sawmill is quiet, rains settled down.
Tree blood mixed with rain turned red, as Joe fell down.
Tree is dead.
Joe is dead.
Mary weeps at the scene.
It all sounds very tragic, yet in the distance, a beaver looks pleased.
***
The end

[Lipinski]

Beautiful Photo

By too much vodka

Helga, comer har.
Ya? Bringa you beer?
Na, you justa pose dere.
***
Click.
Click.
Click.
Slurp.
Click.
***
Dere, now kissee me here.
Oh, you sly davil, you make a me spill my beer.
You OK, make sweet love to me here.
***
Giggle.
Giggle.
Giggle.
HeeHee.
HaaHaa.
Slurp.
Click.
Click.
***
Dere, now we finished.
Get offin me here.
Looky at me pictures.
***
Hey! Who dat?
Dat no me, who she?
***
Oh crap, where delete?
No, no, Helga, you my sweet.
Not dat girl, I don't know who she.
***
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
Slurp.
Now I take picture of dead body of he.
***
The end

[Lipinski]

Dipnet

By a tired Red and unsuccessful King

Kenai River running cold, running gray.
Mountains of ice melting, melting to carry smolt away.
Cycle of life interacting with the cycle of me.
***
Long was the winter, now waiting in temporary warmth for more.
As season's change so too do fish, struggling in ocean waters to grow and succeed.
They sought refuge in numbers, in waters dark and deep, growing, waiting, to again come to me.
***
Today was the day, tide high just before it recedes, the bag of the net bit the water, thirsty in greed.
"Fish on," was the shout as Red's hit the web, tangled, turning red as their blood spilled.
One after the other, the pile of fish grew.
One after the other, the metal bound net did feed.
***
"Five more to go then we're through."
One after the other, our number grew.
"One-hundred and four, one more then we're through."
***
One-hundred large fish fed full and plump, lay cold upon our cold deck.
One-hundred large fish, once so full of life, lay as a warm memory as our family's would be fed.
One-hundred-five and he broke my net.
***
Chinook.
King.
Onkos- rynchos, tshawytscha, or whatever kingly word you choose to use.
***
Smashing hard into the hoop he sped, running full speed away from the seal.
A bloody gash on his side, he tore my net.
With a shout, aid was called, friends turned, hands reached, webbing grasped, the King failed.
***
One-hundred-four Red's are tired and in the freezer.
One King succeeded in escaping the seal, destroyed the web yet still failed.
One-hundred-five fish are frozen in silence, awaiting this winter to be a warm memory as our family's are fed.
***
The end

[Lipinski]

Highway meeting

By you never know what will happen

Gravel stone or melted asphalt, heading North to South.
Divided by yellow dashes to let the drivers know.
Night or day, it never ends, car after car passes.
***
Born earlier last year, it was her first.
A meeting with him led to the calf growing, to a pending birth.
In early season, it was almost time for the miracle of life to happen.
***
Spring: Season of change.
April: Moose calving begins.
May: There he lay, this little fellow, a new young bull waiting to grow.
June: Walking now, there is joy in his jumping.
***
The smooth path of man became more and more traveled.
The growth of the calf sped up like the lupine color was showing.
The season of summer is here.
***
One after another, they came and they went, traveling like tourist's possessed.
At this time, the sun never sets.
Yet night, be it bright, a person still sleeps.
***
Swerving the RV, the tired man awoke, just in time to see the cow moose mother standing.
Thump! A simple sounding word, meaning death for the mother as she now lay on the ground.
Young bull running away, running to meet his new fate as his mother had been taken away.
***
Nothing in the North is wasted.
Not life or death.
Not even leaves on a tree.
Not even the dead cow moose.
Now resting on my plate mixed with mushroom gravy.
***
The end

[Lipinski]

Moral turpitude

By the muse whacked me wacker

Scalpel slicing stitches slowly, stopping sensing sound.
"Say, Sally, stop screaming."
Still Sally screamed.
***
Sexual sensation seems satisfactory.
Sally still screamed.
***
Scalpel slicing slivers sending Sally's skin surrendering, still she screamed.
"Stop Sally!"
Suspended sound sounding satisfactory.
***
Starting sound screaming sent successional suffering.
Succulent.
Stupendous.
Scrumptious.
Sally still screamed.
***
The end

[Lipinski]

Short

By and sweet

Hello earthlings.
Take me to your leader.
"Zap!"
Who's next in charge?
***
The end

[Lester Curtis]

Short

By and sweet

Hello earthlings.
Take me to your leader.
"Zap!"
Who's next in charge?
***
The end

Someone said, "The soul of wit is brevity" . . . this is proof!

[Robert_Moriyama]

Short

By and sweet

Hello earthlings.
Take me to your leader.
"Zap!"
Who's next in charge?
***
The end

Someone said, "The soul of wit is brevity" . . . this is proof!

Remember the scene in Tim Burton's "Mars Attacks!" when the Martian shakes hands with the President (played by Jack Nicholson) -- and his (the Martian's) hand detaches, runs up Nicholson's arm, and stabs him in the heart with a scorpion-tail-like appendage?

(This is a variation on the old "So, Captain, you won't meet my demands..." (BANG!) "Mr. First Officer, I believe you are in charge now. Will you be taking the same position as the late Captain?" scene in more than one movie.)

[Lipinski]

Shakespeare

By a scene with Jack Nicholson

"Nurse Ratchet, wings of ill flitter throat with pill."
Thou art freedom stilled.
"Nurse Ratchet, stay waspy hand, depart."
Thou enter realm, despair to chill your heart.
"Nurse Ratchet, freedom thus, I seek escape."
Try McMurphy, try, electrons to thy brain, I start.
***'
The end

[Lipinski]

Sharp stick

By a point to make

Young.
Dumb.
Running ninja style did he.
***
Bamboo shaft upon his back shifted.
Jumping, piercing, eyes cringing at the scene.
911, we're coming
***
"You're lucky lad, no vitals hit."
Young.
Dumb.
Now relieved and grinning.
***
Males: Men or boys. Human's, dogs, monkeys, heck, maybe even frogs?
Males all, play with sticks, long, sharp, and pointy.
At a young age, males play with sticks.
For some of you, you know what I mean and you're grinning.
***
The end

[Lipinski]

Just a game

By who's winning

Dimension unseen yet ramifications felt, pieces fall into place.
Dimension beyond three show math. Equations. An answer. An ending.
Dimension unseen, they feel it.
***
Anders, Oslo pawn.
Rook takes Knight.
Who is winning?
***
In past, Queen gave birth to a King.
Bishop's rule the Castle.
Starry night, the board of the game.
***
Dimension unseen yet they play the game daily.
"They," always, "Them," looking to blame.
Checkered board colored showing what happens, showing the color of red.
***
Victims remembered so we don't feel their pain.
Pieces crumble.
Dead try to swim.
Buildings exploded, all blaming him.
***
All down to pieces.
All pieces in play.
All in the name of Good and Evil.
All is a game.
***
The end

[Lipinski]

Somewhere

By I know


Three moons glancing gleam.
Shining an always lighted beam.
Glancing planet twins, dancing around a sun.
***
No magnetic pole.
No toxic atmosphere to life.
No intelligence.
No said thrice means no, or does it?
***
Burrowed deep beneath simple soil, he reigned.
Escaped to this planet he came.
Propagating his dream.
***
With a gleam in his eye as he danced and he sighed.
Asexual, still aroused, he spread.
Devouring this planet for his need.
***
Soon, the planet was he, his one, only he.
Spying across the moonlit night danced the sister planet.
Soon, the spores would spread across space to feed.
Soon, there will be more dancing.
Soon, there will be a she.
***
The end

[Lipinski]

Politics

By a three-ring circus run by monkeys

"Vote for me, I'm the one!"
Banners hung high to mix with confetti, oh how the crowd cries.
Change.
Renew.
Prosper, jobs, and growth.
Crowds growing, emotions boiling, it's getting close.
***
Kissing babies.
Kissing ladies.
Kissing ass for a vote.
How come they never kissed me?
***
On this lovely planet of politics, they came.
Amidst the election, their ships landed.
Still, the crowds screamed.
***
Lucky for us, they could care less.
Female.
Male.
Gender confused.
Republican.
Democrat.
Socialist.
Communist.
Royalty.
Tea party.
Independent.
Or whatever banner burns, the aliens only concentrated on their personal intent.
***
With the milling mass of humans screaming.
With politicians extending their hand in welcome.
It is nice to see that the aliens love to eat the big-headed, loud mouthed ones, with their fancy degree's and political pedigree.
I think I'll cast my vote for them.
***
The end

[Lipinski]

....

By ....

Morrow comes the moment.
Time infinity to now.
Galaxies spinning since a beginning, torn between then and now.
***
"Look at me, I have articulate fingers, opposing thumb, I am man."
Morrow comes the moment.
Time infinity to now.
***
Only a minute ago the tree was home.
Only a second ago, Hiroshima fell.
Morrow comes the moment, a time I know so well.
***
Sleep my chickens, sleep.
Roost above excrement piled deep.
Morrow comes the moment, wolf ruffling feathers, morrow you too will know of what I speak.
The neck, the thigh are bounded, your pain will run deep.
***
The end

[Lipinski]

TaoPhoenix

By reply

Zap our bankrupt leaders?
Zapping's too good for them.
I'd rather see them sizzle and fry!
***
The end

[Lipinski]

Co-in-sin-dance?

By you decide

Tear of eye matching salty spray.
Sea flows by fetal beating.
Gills showing a past, tell me of this reason?
***
Grain to feed progress of man.
Tell, where did it all come from?
Evolution? "Yes."
Creation? "What, are you daft?"
***
Ancestors beating drum to sky.
Showing belief in some higher reason.
Killing those to prove...
***
Dogs breeding from ancestorial wolf.
Now tell me, do you believe them?
Pigs and cow.
Sheep and fowl.
My, this story is strange.
***
A water planet, placed next to a sun, whatever could be the reason.
A moon to stir the sea.
Rain to cool the fire.
Life so vast and plenty.
There must be a reason.
***
It matters not what you believe.
Or how you seek your own reason.
What matters most is to make the most, to learn live and die.
You disagree?
I see.
For some, it is to shed a tear holding their newborn child.
For others, it is to kill those who disagree.
But I think beyond what we think, there is a larger reason.
***
The end

[Lipinski]

Just technology

By progress of war

Poisoned fungi tipped the lance.
Blue sun shining.
Blazing lava, spreading heat, mixing ice for comfort.
This is the story told, of the warrior race: Kalagton.
***
Fighting spirit, held deep inside, progress made to kill.
Harvesting plant, mining planet, soon their skill advanced.
Conquering the galaxy was their plan.
***
Arriving at a planet named Earth, Kalagton made a killing.
Energy weapons pulsing.
Particle beams with robotic arms, crushed the puny human's beneath.
***
Human race standing on the brink of oblivion, yet one stubborn polack made his stand.
"Come get me you sons-a-bitch," yelled one such angry man.
Challenge taken, the Kalagton shell came aiming.
***
"Click, click, click," rang loud an empty weapon, one which had killed so well.
With fury of survival, the man yelled.
"Take that, you furry scum while I send you back to hell."
***
It was not a gun or laser, knife, spear, or bomb.
It was what all intelligent species start out with to kill.
It was a very large rock that smashed the life out of the Kalagton, it was that, anger, and skill.
***
The end

[Lipinski]

Crop circle

By a note on your refrigerator

Stonehenge.
Rocks of time.
Magnetic pull, they came.
***
Humming electric, GE cooling, magnets holding post-it's, center of your life.
Open the door for food while grain of the bread flattens.
Man or woman feasting, all the while fattening.
***
Only at night, opening the door, it's bright.
They hover only briefly, usually with a smile.
Reaching out, reaching down, it is a sign.
***
It's morning now, note upon the door, "We need milk."
While in England with the sun shining, magnetic circle showing, a little surprise.
They came, in the middle of the night, to post a little note.
"Good morning."
***
The end

[Lipinski]

Fuggedaboutit

By a wise guy

"Get out of my life!"
World filled with hate and strife. Oh bring the house down boys, bring it down.
"You and your slut can get along fine, I'm leaving you Bob, good riddance, good night."
World filled with deceit and greed. Oh bring the house down boys, bring it down right.
"We can't loan you money because we're the bank. Come back later with blood."
***
"Get out of my life. Go away and die!"
World filled with toxins, with poison. Oh bring the house down boys, bring it tonight.
"God tells me to kill you, so it is my right."
World filled with anger and misery. Oh bring the house down boys, bring on the pain.
***
Politicians.
Murder.
Adultery.
Pride.
Sloth.
Lies.
Rape.
Oh bring the house down boys, bring it down now, bring the house down now, it's what the world needs.
***
So long a list, so little time, this poem is long so I best say goodnight...Wait a minute.
My name is Satan.
I love what I see.
I love to see you fail.
To feel pain.
So fuggedaboutit, feel bad, I'll see you tonight in your dreams.
***
The end

[Lester Curtis]

Oh bring the house down boys, bring it down now,

Hey, and while you're at it, get the Senate, too, would ya?

[Lipinski]

Senate

By past history

Cloaked in tunic showing wealth, the Roman senate took the vote.
Advancing knowledge, promoting self-wealth, the senate took the vote.
***
Caesar Nero was in the leaders post, drunken with power was he.
With fighting in chambers, he fiddled his time away.
***
One night, he was hungry, as is a corrupt leaders way.
A good old fashioned BBQ, the Roman senate was his feast.
***
Oops, I'm sorry, the senate was but a little treat.
Instead, Nero finished by burning Rome in 64 to pave a "new" way...
***
Am I talking about history, or am I talking about today?
***
The end

[Lipinski]

It's time

By in your place

Robin, what gives you the right to say; your drivel no better than a million other writers who actually get paid.
You, with your words.
You, with your mental games.
You should be ashamed.
***
Ha, what do you know, you critic, you coward, sniveling beneath social molding, self-imposed intellectual haze.
You, with your words.
You, with your mental games.
You should be the one ashamed.
***
There, you prove my point, trying to point out the error of my ways.
To you I give a gypsy curse, one to take you to an early grave.
Tou sin tako na lin, tou sin tako hey.
***
Oh...it, it, it burns.
Please! Stop, take it away.
OK, Please...it burns, you, you win.
***
Tou sin tako no lin, tou sin tako hey.
To you I give the curse with pleasure.
To you, I have the power.
What say you now? You pathetic player.
***
....
....
....
***
What's that? I can't hear you.
I guess I truly win.
Now take your sorry ass away.
***
The end