The moon enters my periphery. It lingers as an unwanted orb, A guardian angel without right of entry, A sickle cell the body cannot absorb. 1/3

It’s a rocket, a supersoaker, a battering ram, and a serpent. It tempts the ladies, and even the men. It’s a weapon of war, but delivers delights. It streams waste and essence alike. The envy of half the world, but all of its burden, Ubiquitous yet unaccustomed

Rains fall in the shadow of Rainier peak, A rough day at the temple of the Sikh. With a makeshift turban upon his head, Logan dreams of his Wisconsin bed. @BetaChud

The cyclops escapes his linen cage. Blood rushes to his pointy head. He rises up excitedly. And he vomits buckets of phlegm.

Japanese wife preconceived One step toward Jutch supremacy A time to space, a mind to travel Highways paved with prairie gravel

Under the shadow of William Penn Life force flows in the citizens Wideawake people make their way As Franklin arrives from Massachusetts Bay

But amid the Valley Forge freeze He prayed to the forest upon his knees And there encountered Providence, Which endowed unto his countenance The character and strength required To defeat the largest empire And establish on this very land The greatest nation known to man 2/2

'Twas Christmas Night, as all are aware We moved to the east and crossed the icy Delaware South to Trenton we marched under Washington's command As the moonlight glistened on the snowy land 1/2

Think of De Soto crossing the Mississippi, Seeing thick proto-Latinas on the shore, Gazing into the great big muddy And imagining it as the Nile of yore. 1/2

Laying in my bed awake Lazy light shines through My slightly parted curtain It’s late afternoon. If the sun left my room What thoughts would I entertain? Would I pray for its return? Would I feel any pain?

There once was an individual Who failed to understand Why everything written under his hand Got flagged as artificial. "I use Grok not!" he exclaimed. "I use ChatGPT not either!" Yet every check with every checker Echoed a singular claim: "BOT! BOT! BOT! 1/3

Whisper’d under the willow tree Still heard you and your Melody Like a withered hand turns a stubborn page Just parts and parcels do I retain Not Mozart at his first concert Not Newton staring at your art Upon your trunk I place my Marks Writing without truly understanding

In the darkness of the West In the grasp of death's icy depths On a single hand's arthritic tendons Lay the heaviest of mankind's burdens 1/4

White Horse Rider America’s Father Figure Surveyor of the West Homebound Horticulturalist Independence Giver Nation Builder General Across the River Trenton Town Taker Our Own Cincinnatus New World’s Delivered Promise

A stone's toss across the mile-wide Potomac Near ancient walnut trees and a cherry stump Our childless father's most favored creation A constant pillar since the birth of a nation.