Casket On Ice
High strung
Ain't gonna find
Relief from
What's being passed around here
Dont want to be numb
Being taken advantage of
By either pious bastards
Or amoral punks.
Dont write the obituary
I haven't sunk to a new low yet
There's still a glow
Behind my tired eyes
I've survived worst
And despite the assumptions
At my refusal to comment
Still have a thirst
To keep an open mind
And keep the casket
On ice.
Exhausted with making
Sacrifices for everyone
That have lived
Off the backs
Of the humble
Humility would be
A refreshing change
From this entitled
Arrogance.
Never said
Except in strictest
Confidence
I was retiring from the game
Just have to be more judicious
In whom I let
Into my circle
Friends at a premium
But not expecting them
To extract me
From my aluminum fortress.
They're too old
And quite frankly burned out
To commit to the long term
They learned early on
How idealism
Is a shooting star
Once the victim
Finds the happiness
You've been searching for.
Hunger unfulfilled
But I'm forced
To be more cognizant
Of what I consume
There's a vendor
On every corner
Selling you despair
Next to a preacher
Whose sermon
Is hopeless
And apocalyptic
Unless you pay
A exorbitant fee
To be born again.
I'm not being sacrilegious
Just cynical
Without a heart
Unable to detach
From my clinical mind.
What's wrong
With doing what's
Just and fair?
I'm not a dictator
Nor a monster
Ignorant
Nor a slave
Just need to find rest
In the bounty
Of your grace.
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Molasses in October
Molasses in October
Hidden cigarettes in a smoky room,
curtains thick with yesterday´s quiet,
where every shadow takes your shape
and every shadow stays silent.
I see right through you,
through the haze and the hollow praise,
yet I reach for the glass anyway.
And your love´
so sweet,
so thick and slow it fills the room,
covering me
like molasses in October.
It cools on the skin,
hardens into something heavy and dark,
holding my feet to the floorboards
while the rest of the world moves on.
How do you break free
from a grip that feels like sugar?
How do you run
when even your breathing
tastes like coming back?
No wonder
I can't move on.
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Halloween's On The Loose!
Halloween's On The Loose!
This coveted season and its fans
are trying to get extended;
to finally reach beyond its month
and never see it ended!
It's contemplated 30 days,
with 1 to show itself
is quickly over at midnight,
then placed back on a shelf.
It seems too fleeting for the hype
that builds up to the night,
to be forgotten and put out
of mind and out of sight.
What do the ghosts and goblins do
the remainder of the year?
Do they hang their creepy garb up
to pursue their old career?
The spirits have us far outnumbered
for them to be out*voted,
so, by way of majority vote,
have their year*long day promoted!
Their rationale? we'll join them soon
and see things from their view.
We'll be the stars of Halloween
and haunt the whole year through!
"Just kidding!"
~William 10.16.2026
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When The BLESSED {{ SUN }} Shines With ^^GOLDEN^^ Glow So Beautiful And BRIGHT
When The +BLESSED+ ^^SUN^^, Shines
With +++ GOLDEN +++ GLOW So
BEAUTIFULLY Warm And
*> BRIGHT=[[[]]]*
>>> >>>>>> >> SEASONS=[[[]]]*
>>>>>> UNending
HOPE=And=PRAY=Through=EVERY
Violent*===*STRESSFUL*HurtFUL
D E V A S T A T I N G*ROWDY
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Gentiles Ministry
You have heard of the stewardship,
Of God’s grace that has been given;
Custodian more than worship,
Of your blessings unto Heaven.
The mystery made known to me,
Revealing as written briefly;
A revelation of to foresee,
Perceiving of what shall things be.
You can perceive of my insight,
Into the mystery of Christ;
Understanding shedding the light,
The reason He was sacrificed.
Which was not made know to a son,
Of men all the generations;
Now revealed to what had been done,
Through the Spirit to the nations.
The Gentiles are fellow heirs,
And partakers of the promise;
Inheritance that each one shares,
In the Gospel told of Jesus.
Copyright © 2026 Richard Newton Sherrer
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Wander Fall
Ooh la la , tightly toned
past 80 and still heaven
in a wonder bra.
Jane Fonda. Her brands
brazen,
and brassy
with an ass that is sassy .
A heavy hittin' class act
Hanoi. Jane. We graciously
accept your apologies for
gushing with unsung
Peace plan theologies
We're so very fond of
your passionate pleas. Jane.
You are a super
fine U.S.D.A. prime
matriarch of not just an
acting family but a
perennial dynasty.
fantastic, coiffed
impeccable figure
and face
all your
Fonda flowing blond hair
starched and combed
into place.
Whatever you did
in Hanoi.
You were a lovely free agent
most alluring
and a refreshing
sidebar
for this soldier boy.
American Royalty on display
Where are
You now when
we again need
your voice most.
The enemy again breached
our perimeter,
now they're
our host
Jane Fonda
A gale force of
nature but
Do your winds still blow
proud?
Did they toss you in
their sane lane. So now
you too feel lost? The
Senile rumors of you. I
won't hear it.
Show up please,
your sensual
, no nonsense,
fighters spirit.
Bedazzle us with your
Ooh la la.
Jane Of Fonda LaFundalay
Fon Funda
fa la.
Buddy Bee Anthony
Copyright, as is,
by this author.
10/15/2026 @ 4:11 PM
Pacific Standard Time
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Knee Deep
Saw you in flashes
Trying to grab my attention
Tried without success
To pay no mind
But you'll always be
My elusive winner
Unable to congratulate
That's saved for
The effete
Unable to commit
But after the chaos
Became a paradise
Now can you tell me why
You disappeared
Into the ether?
I ain't crying
Anymore tears
Over you
May be defeated
And feel cheated
Still without an explanation
This may be sufficient
For the fly by night
Seat of the pants
That always had something
Cooking while looking elsewhere
But I thought
I was worthy of more respect
Rational conclusion
Not a knee jerk delusion.
Some nights
I play the biggest fool
Within the city limits
Trying to convince
Without avail
That if I were younger
And still found pleasure
In annihilating my head
In booze
I'd be with you
At this moment
Not promising
To be on my best behavior
Savoring each kiss
Awash in
A non narcotic bliss
Like being born again.
Regardless of the definition
Of a man these days
You want a partner
That can handle
Long stretches of independence
I want a savior
With me through
The beauty
And the ugly
That is willing to love again
Without projecting
All the negatives
Of yesterday
Onto me.
Not going
To bury my face
In a pillow
Nor hang from
A bannister
Clutching a note
Containing a message
That only a few
Can decipher
Without forgetting
To put a smily face
Beneath a speck
Of blood cause
All the dramatics
Have found an outlet
And the critics
Have exfoliated
Their wicked tongues
On anyone that
Is inferior to them.
Refusing to put up
A no trespassing sign
Inside a soiled window
Cause if for some reason
Unlikely as it seems
Of you appearing
At my door.
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Thwarted
What do you want?
Question asked
Since the dawn of time
But you rather
Play charades
And force an utiimatum.
You laugh
Saying its not that deep
While expecting me
To keep my cool
Be noble
Curb my tongue
When I really wanna
Remove the muzzle
And prove I'm not
The serene simp
You believe me to be.
I'm no longer
Ignoring what's
Swirling inside
By swallowing a handful
Of pills
With a bottle
Of cheap vodka
To pacify a little boy
Being trounced
In a man's game.
I want the glory
Of winning first prize
The symbolic trophy
Of placing my head
Between your legs
Instead of watching
Like a creeper patronized
With an old cliche
Nice try better luck
Next lifetime.
In emotional tatters
When I keep battering myself
For my inability
To make you swoon
History will show
I'll make it through
But what is clear
You'll not be my legacy.
Did you ever dream of me?
Even after you discovered
I wasnt free to roam
As I pleased?
No question you've been
Busy behind the scenes
But haven't the proof
Like a master safecracker
You leave no fingerprints
And gut feelings
Aren't enough to convict.
Whether arrogant
Or delusional
I promise to be someone
Besides
A low value man
And his fruitless attempt
To be Goliath
When he's just a spore
In the wind.
Do we spend the rest of our lives
Putting an end
To those erroneous conclusions
That air and the earth
Can synchronize
Despite the obstacles
And the poor odds?
Hamstrung
By the depressing alternative
Lying in a grave
Regretting the life
I wasted for displaying awkwardness
Doubt
Despair
Holding out on
A little love somewhere
On the periphery
Being spoofed
One last time.
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