To Thine Own Self Be True, Pay Attention to the Cartoon!, Affordable Peace

To Thine Own Self Be True, Pay Attention to the Cartoon!, Affordable Peace

A Poem by wuliheron
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Urban folk wisdom, my mama quoted Browning.

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To Thine Own Self Be True



Shakespeare wrote "To thine own self be true!",

Declared Oscar the Grouch, the cockroach.

When his acquaintance, Groucho Marx,

Thoughtfully touched his chin replying,

However I become lost upon pondering,”

How exceedingly fortunate I have been,”

To know of my own wondrous existence!”

To which neither time nor eternity can ever bring diminution,”

This miraculously everlasting, vibrant living soul was born!”

Even to ponder such a sublime eternal truth, in any depth,”

These are beautiful words, and I lose myself in thought!”

Yet the immortal Elizabeth Barrett Browning wrote,”

How do I love thee?”

Let me count the ways.”

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height,”

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight,”

For the ends of being and ideal Grace.”

I love thee to the level of everyday's,”

Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.”

I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;”

I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.”

I love thee with a passion put to use,”

In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.”

I love thee with a love I seemed to lose,”

With my lost saints, ...I love thee with the breath,”

Smiles, tears, of all my life! ...and, if God choose,”

I shall but love thee better after death!"



Pay Attention to the Cartoon!



Time after time after time, ad nauseum,

In perpetuity, just in the nick of time!

In the times before time!

Time was in a big hurry,

Time waited for no man,

Time just knew oblivion!

Time, was a passing blur!

Time, was over it already!

Time was lost, then found!

Time, coming round again!

Time, made no distinctions.

Time wasn’t late for dinner!

Time wasn’t merely history!

Time, was alpha and omega!

Betwixt, clinging to our past!

And reliving our future again!

Wherever you go, there you are!

Reality is for those, who never watched!

Enough, of the better cartoons around!

Reality remains stranger than fiction!

LaLa Land is moving to Washington.

Professional Wrestling is never faked!

Reality TV is staged, like every reality!

What comes around goes around again!

Haunting those who are already haunted!

After they’ve exhausted all the alternatives!

For once you have eliminated the impossible,

Whatever remains, no matter how improbable,

Must Be, The Unvarnished Truth!

Reality is Stranger Than Fiction!

Ask not what your local reality can do for you,

But did you book the right vacation package?

Without A Vacation, Reality Never Mattered!

Without serenity contentment is impossible!

Without acceptance courage is impossible!

Without courage, all virtue is impossible!

Without wonder curiosity is impossible!

While in all the more deviant cartoons!

If’n Ya Don’t Know Where Ya Going!

Pay More Attention To The Cartoon!




Affordable Peace

Instant gratification is knowing,
Money can buy you anything!
Even momentary happiness,
Is much better than nothing.
Drink all the saltwater you want but,
Contentment is only for those who can afford it.
Peace seldom remains affordable for very long,
Our words cost more, with each passing year.
When a nation enjoys a nice sense of humor,
Horses drag manure through all the fields!
When a country loses its sense of humor,
Horses bare soldiers, down the streets!
There is no greater sickness on earth!
No greater possible disaster exists.
Than losing, our sense of humor,

Then ignoring more horseshit!

Then spouting, any bullshit!
Buying, Unsatisfying Crap!
That, Nobody Really Wants!

That, Nobody Actually Needs!

Charging our words, with hate!
Poisoning the very ground itself,

Debating, the definition of stupid.
Feeling incapable of ever stopping!





© 2019 wuliheron


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I'm a brain damaged, mentally deranged, hippie dippy raised on Gilligan's Island and Green Acres, but I'm never going back there again! Currently, I'm 11 years into writing a book on Collective Ignora.. more..

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