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 Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
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Enga mellom Fjella   Sentinel Marked as if you own me I bow before the Bitterroots and just like you my rocky soil, my withered grass lays prey to the empty sky. © Kåre Enga 2007 "Sentinel"   Reader's Choice of Poems: "'heart's home'" "Glice" "A radiant moon has set" "Speak soft my name" "Drugs sold here" Reader's Choice of blog entries from my old blog "L'aura del Campo" :"Death of Jeannie New Moon" "Winter: 18 Mas'il (December 29)" "Even in chaos ... More hockey poems." "A Thanksgiving Dinner poem and the WDC Zoo" "Il pleure (poem). We R puddle-luscious, aujourd'hui." FACES     PLACES            Kåre  Enga~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
| Not-so-kinder eggs I was fired by DOGE and y'know about the price of eggs so I snuck my 3 kids into the White House egg hunt. They collected 9 eggs. I was hoping for a dozen. *sigh* Anyhoo, they each were painted, with pretty ribbons and a message. What did they say! Well...  Happy Easter to all, including the Radical Left Lunatics.  [you're] scheming so hard to bring Murderers, Drug Lords, Dangerous Prisoners, the Mentally Insane.I had to stop to breathe. My job was in enforcement.  [you let] well known MS-13 Gang Members and Wife Beaters, back into our Country. Happy Easter also to the WEAK and INEFFECTIVE Judges and Law Enforcement Officials. [you] are allowing this sinister attack on our Nation to continue. [you allowed] an attack so violent that it will never be forgotten!At this point I has hoping no one had seen me, hoping they'd forgotten my face.  [you] manipulated the Auto Pen (perhaps our REAL President!).I started to laugh and cried out, I wish!  [you] CHEATED in the 2020 Presidential Election in order to get this highly destructive Moron Elected I wish you, with great love, sincerity, and affection, a very Happy Easter!!!I took photos, then threw out the ribbons, put the messages around a staked voodoo doll, and burned them all. And the eggs? I never waste eggs — too expensive. I peeled them — carefully (hoping they weren't coated with poison or injected with venom), then cut them in two, removed the yeller yolks and placed them on my dead grandmother's platter hoping she wasn't spinning in her grave. Who came? Well Big Balls showed up offering to help; but, I'd already put my knives away. How did you serve them? Deviled. wc ~292 |
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