Ode to a Fractured Fibula

 The event described in this limerick occurred on the Monday following Christmas Day 2020

Ode to a Fractured Fibula

I took a brief journey one day.

Not a long trip, I would say.

Carrying the day’s trash

Down the staircase I dashed

And missed the last three steps on the way.

 

My fall made a very loud noise

From a tumble of amateur poise.

 When I fell on my back,

Unlike a skilled acrobat,

I yelled for the neighborhood boys.

 

No boys were near or around,

And for a moment I uttered little sound.

Then she made her descent

Seeing the floor of cement

With this old man permanently down.

 

“What happened to you? Are you hurt?

“No, I’m having dessert.”

She offered some help

Then I screamed with a yelp

And expressed an expletive blurt.

 

What broke, in particular?

Was my right leg’s fibula.

No surgery required

No steel to be wired.

I am glad it was the stairs and not vehicular.

 

© 2021 Worth E Norman Jr

 

 

 

A Litany for the United States of America

 

A Litany for the United States of America

Pray and fast between January 16 – 20, 2021

O God the Father, Creator of heaven and earth,

Have mercy upon us.

 O God the Son, Redeemer of the world,

Have mercy upon us.

 O God the Holy Spirit, Sanctifier of the faithful,

Have mercy upon us.

 O holy, blessed, and glorious Trinity, one God,

Have mercy upon us.

We, the people of the United States of America invoke your holy presence on this land, particularly during this time of transition from one national administration to another.

Lord, have mercy upon us.

Calm our passions, clear our minds, and hold our tongues that we may not offend or injure our fellow citizens.

Lord, have mercy upon us.

We pray to you Lord God that you redirect our thoughts and actions toward a righteous recognition of our fellow citizens.

Lord, have mercy upon us.

We pray for consolation and for reconciliation among all of us.

Lord, have mercy upon us.

We repent of our sins against you and our fellow men and women and ask for your forgiveness.

Lord, have mercy upon us.

We seek an orderly world and personal spiritual transformation by following you and your Word.

Lord, have mercy upon us.

Do not abandon us in this time of national trial.

Lord, have mercy upon us.

Give us your grace to seek understanding during this our struggle.

Lord, have mercy upon us.

Lord overcome our anxiety with you Spirit and smother our fear with your Love.

Lord, have mercy upon us.

Son of God, we beseech you to hear us.

Son of God, we beseech you to hear us.

O Lamb of God, you take away the sin of the world;

Have mercy upon us.

O Lamb of God, you take away the sin of the world;

Have mercy upon us.

O Lamb of God, you take away the sin of the world;

Grant us your peace.

O Christ, hear us.

O Christ, hear us.

Lord, have mercy upon us.

Christ, have mercy upon us.

Lord, have mercy upon us.

 

America’s Faustian Bargain

America’s Faustian Bargain

 A little more than a decade ago

They made you an offer

Of unlimited communication possibilities

And channeled notoriety.

 

In the deal

You could talk to the world,

Express your thoughts

And be heard.

 

The package allowed

You to promote and advertise.

It allowed you to stigmatize

Anonymously.

 

Connect with friends,

Voyeur others

Made easy by new

Technology.

 

In return for this power

You gave them

Your soul

With personal information and location.

 

The ride was great

For many a year.

The progress you made

Was unbelievable.

 

“What could be better,

What could top this?"

You began

To think.

 

Unsuspecting the collection

Of all your activity,

The digital bargain

Began weighing heavily

 

On your sudden inability

To undo some

Misdirected viewings

And online sayings.

 

You were ridiculed,

A reputation damaged.

What’s wrong with

This formerly good bargain?

 

Once the hero

Of one million followers,

You are now the stooge

Of the same million.

 

The big boys,

The big tech guys

Effectively reduced you

To a little boy.

 

You don’t exist.

You never did.

There is no record

Of you.

 

Much worse,

Your mistakes linger

And float eternally

In cyberspace.

 

But now there is

A national malaise

Incumbent upon millions

Of national individuals 

Trapped in the bargain.

 

Censorship, cancellation

And freedom’s usurpation

Reside in Faust’s domain

Forever.

 

Grand power in private,

Business has gained

Dominion over the people

And national governance.

 

The bargain

Was no bargain at all.

It was to your succumbing

To a false deity.

 

Giving your soul

To big tech or the state

Ended your comfortable life

And you did not know it,

Until now.

 

“Sheep’s clothing,”

Ever heard that phrase?

It is freedom’s closing.

You gave the wrong God praise.

 

© 2021 Worth E Norman Jr

 

 

  

Thought Management

 Thought Management

A matter for the individual

Or the domain of the state?

A matter of the conscience

Or of engineered fate?

Not far removed from Lenin

Not alien to Marx.

Recall the once legitimate Nazis,

Who rendered Germany apart?

It has returned

But now in the US of A,

A conspiracy of state and business

Who together rule the day.

So never pronounce on your own

Or be placed into jail.

Your individualism, ironically,

Provides you no bail.

There was early warning

By Drucker on billionaires

Whose net worth exceeded wealthy nations.

A warning in which no one cared.

Whoever thought that

The ideologies of Bolsheviks and Nazis

Would ever emerge

Within freedom's paparazzi?

Who are to blame

For this national mess?

Higher Education, Hollywood, all Media platforms

Colluding with the Ass.

(c) 2021 Worth E Norman Jr

Our National Enemy

 

Our National Enemy

 

Elite grow large fortunes.

All others not.

The super wealthy sing happy tunes,

Their apparent lot.

 

Media move deceptions and lies.

Truth difficult to find.

False truth in disguise

Keeps citizens blind.

 

Goal? The cosmos.

The ambitious claim.

Annual huddles in Davos,

Global domination their aim.

 

But first

America must fall.

Its economy be cursed,

Its engine to stall.

 

Then comes power over principle,

No restraining Constitution.

Huddlers seemingly invincible,

Rule of law in dilution.

 

End the Republic,

Cancel the vote.

Democracy? Scrub it.

Slice the eagle’s throat.

 

The American, party Democrat

With its distinguishing watermark

Of a progressive autocrat

Copulating with the oligarch.

 

“Cancel culture,”

The point of no return.

Not a dying phoenix, but a vulture

Scavenging what does not burn.

 

Not Russia, not China.

Nor Iran, but a caveat.

America’s angina

Is the party Democrat.

 

 

©2020 Worth E Norman Jr

Biographies Authored by Woody Norman

 

Biographies Authored by Woody Norman

Amazon links

JamesSolomonRussell 2012

WilliamJelksCabanissJr 2014

HenryHardinNewman 2019

Hillary’s Motif

Hillary’s Motif

 An embarrassing loss

Difficult to endure

Caused her to gloss

Over her vain presidential allure.

 

Certain of her victory

Based on her gender alone,

The election was contradictory.

Her campaign thus blown.

 

Deep, deep resentment

She could not contain.

Finding no contentment

And the pinnacle not attained.

 

The eradication of her planned joy

Turned Hillary to seek revenge

By wording a phase to destroy

Everything – to avenge.

 

“I have been cheated,

They have denied my destined existence.

I know what is needed.

I will be the ‘resistance.’”

 

That struck a chord

With the “loyal opposition.”

They then took up the political sword

To topple the nation was its mission.

 

How quickly the losers

Turned against their nation

Hurling invectives, being abusers

Seeking political castration

 

Of the winning side.

Like little children screaming

About a lost election, they could not abide

And began scheming.

 

“Bring this nation down

If I cannot be their leader.

With non-stop chaos let them drown

In the flood of uncertainty, meter by meter.”

 

“I don’t care what happens

To America.

Half of them are irredeemable.

I don’t care what happens

To anyone else,

For they are unspeakable.”

 

With the term “resistance”

Know that “X” marx the spot.

And the left will need no assistance

With implementing their plot.

 

No more local government

As we have known for two centuries.

Avenues will close blocking our betterment.

Unelected government, elitist-led weaponry.

 

A re-alignment will form.

The states all disappear.

Forget the old norm,

The union never again to cohere.

 

January to December will vanish

And be quickly replaced.

Even names of the days will be banished.

So will statues, history, and your birthplace.

 

You will not be a person,

Maybe not even a number.

Things might worsen,

And you will never wake from this slumber.

 

The precious few

Will govern us all,

Because they know better than you.

They promote their arrogance with gall.

 

Not a time to be silent,

Not a day to pass by

To be complaint,

Or else we die.

 

Hillary’s motif

Has spread itself far and wide.

It has stolen from our freedom like a thief

Not even needing to hide.

 

Hillary’s motif

Has had a four-year run.

Upright citizens need to make brief

Her jealousy and end her fun.

 

Her venom has infected the nation

Creating division within the one political Gemini.

The “resistance” was her creation,

A term and action not to magnify.

 

 

© 2020 Worth E. Norman, Jr.