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Galactic Best

24 Wednesday Apr 2024

Posted by petersironwood in nature, poetry, science

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earth, life, nature, photography, poem, poetry, science, space, truth

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Once upon a time I longed,

To be an astronaut in space.

Me: flying through the galaxy.

Exploring planets, moons, and stars. 

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Was boosted by the Sputnik shock. 

I read of planets hot and cold.

And watched the tale of Spock unfold.

I never tired of voyaging bold.

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Humanoids are everywhere.

Diverse: each world a universe

That some day might just come to be.

Out beyond infinity.

A lifetime’s travel in my mind

Has brought me back at last to find:

A planet ‘neath an azure dome. 

It’s blanketed with life—my home. 

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And here’s the lovely crazy cast:

A million species interact.

In ways surprising, subtle, vast

This network all a single clan.

This perfect planet filled with beauty, 

Spirals through the milky way.

My spaceship’s filled with luxury

Kaleidoscopic every day!

It is, quite simply put, the best.

And though I’ve not seen all the rest,

Each flower I see: creation swirled

A wonder whirling living world.

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How the Nightingale Learned to Sing

Life is a Dance

Take a Glance; Join the Dance

The Dance of Billions

Corn on the Cob

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The Loyalty Test

14 Sunday Apr 2024

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fiction, life, politics, story, truth, USA

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“I never took a test. There’s been a mistake. I’m a supporter.”

“Shut up or I’ll break every finger. Capiche?”

The guard grinned a moon of bloody teeth and pushed his nightstick against Bob’s lips. Hard.



Bob grunted but said nothing; decided he’d bide his time for now. This will all get sorted later. 

It didn’t get sorted. Why would it? Along with tens of thousands of other “supporters” the only thing Bob got for his support? A free one-way ticked to the burn pits. He’d been beaten enough that when his time came, he jumped of his own accord.  

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Dick-Taters

Stoned Soup

The Orange Man

Such a teeny, tiny loser man

D4: Dictator’s Delusion Disease

Three Blind Mice

Guernica

A Civil War there Never Was

Essays on America: The Game

Absolute is not just a Vodka

The Ailing King of Agitate

Meeting with Da Da

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A Civil War there Never Was

12 Friday Apr 2024

Posted by petersironwood in America, poetry, politics

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life, poem, poetry, politics, truth, USA

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She might have checked.

He might have sighed. 

They might have thought

Before they fought.

A civil war there never was. 

But you know how they are. 

They’re really all the same!

Or so it seems in dreams

On social media streams.

A civil war there never was.

A civil war there never was.

The first rules of society: 

Do not destroy what you cannot make;

Pretend to do; then, only fake.

And if in some bromance, 

You somehow came to think

That war will fix your life,

Strife begets more strife.

A civil war there never was. 

Guernica

Dick-Taters

Stoned Soup

Three Blind Mice

Who Won the War

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Thrice Burned (trigger warning for abuse)

10 Wednesday Apr 2024

Posted by petersironwood in fiction, pets, psychology

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dogs, fiction, life, microfiction, parenting, pets, story

(I decided to experiment with some 100 word micro-fiction).

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“Once burned,” they say. Dad burned my brother Alan thrice. 

“Third time’s a charm” they say. Mom took Alan to the hospital. 

Too late. 

Dad skipped town. Mom went to prison for child abuse. 

News flash: Reformatories sometimes work; mine certainly reformed me. I learned to act out my fears and self-loathing by being cruel to wimpy kids. 

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“No use crying over spilt milk,” they say. 

Even if the shattered glass impales your eye. Or both eyes. 

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I saw well enough to grab a lethal vein-slitting shard. Damned dog Rocky barked to be fed. 

Damned dog Rocky saved my life.


The Game

The Orange Man

Stoned Soup

Dick-Taters

Alito and the Egg

The Ailing King of Agitate

Absolute is Not Just a Vodka

Life is a Dance

Join the Dance

Dance of Billions

Sadie is a Thief

Author Page on Amazon

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