Plunder Wonder 2006 + post-11/7 postscript

Jolly Solstice (or whatever winter holiday floats your boat) to you each.

                         the google, paulaltobelli

Herein follow my tra la las, vintage + new, for your diversion:

Plunder Wonder 2006 + post-11/7 postscript

In a sugar plum-colored daze,
May the bounty of days amaze.
The sheep's plush fleece, the gossip of geese,
The cat purrs, licking her elegant whiskers.
Clowns somersault, salts clown around.
We're lucky to have towels and trowels and vowels.
Pluck luck from your pudding like plums.
Succumb to plums.  Steal style.
Flaunt jauntiness.  Hail heartiness.
Be tickled by pickles, relish fellowship.
Butter is better. More butter is best.

When you feel insane,

Butter your brain.
Pirate the treasure of pleasure.

Happiness happens.
Saddle up, pard, and rope them days,
A hot bath, forgiven wrath.
Club a sandwich, belly up to a sandbar,
Have a fine purple purpose,
Flout and rout pouting.
Ponder wonder.
Remember vermilion, the color of embers.
The gilt lilies frothing the field have no guilt.
Ponder only wonder.


Be harmless and warm, eschew other arms.
Praise the prize of days, the surprise of days.
'Frolic' means 'swift gladness':
May your gladness be quick and tricksy.
Be facile with docility,
Salacious for salad. Prefer tortes to torture.  Wreak wreaths, not havoc.
Have more siestas, more snoozes, more muses.
Be kind to your kind.

Under the grime of habit is the original shine,

Polish your time.
As you get old, pick courage, not rage.
The cartography of the heart
Is it a maze or a map?

Perhaps it's better to be polite than right?
Get stunned by fun.
With gusto and lusto, be happy, be sappy.
The solstice, the return of light,
The retreat of night
Shining on us all, the same sun
Makes us one;
Equal under the high and shining sky,
All our hearts are star bright.
The only task is to bask
In the holy glow of the fruited earth.
Linger, watch, admire. Remember.
Be a barnacle to your day.
There's lavender, provender, talent, gallantry,
There's silk, salt, and succotash
Be bold, be brash,
Plunder the days for wonder.

post-11/7 postscript

After the appalled derisions

With which we watched The Decider’s decisions,

At last this year we surface from the <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = “urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags” />Sea of Fear

Utterly playful again, like besotted otters;


“Hoppy Holidays, as a frog might say,” I scribble daffily,

Drunk sans liquor with glee,

Ah, ahhh, we can tell stupid jokes again, verily.

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At least

Mount Rushmore and dimes are safe

From George’s pipsquawk unsage image,

His flaws so fatal to so many who emptily died

For preemption, that rabid abstraction;

Heinous Cheney is deflated, if not checkmated.


Remember, friends, the useful nostrum,

‘Don’t let the Perfect

Become the enemy of the Good’:

Our dear Demos will lurch and blunder

But the massive hemorrhaging is ceased;

From the baleful rise of the 4th Reich,

That fathomless fright –

From their full frontal affront,

War as a codpiece,

We are released;

The Shadow, as Jung might have it,

Is revealed so it can be healed.


It is a scrumptious time,

Do savor it! 


Mirthfully yours,



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3 thoughts on “Plunder Wonder 2006 + post-11/7 postscript

  1. The whole world is indeed watching to see if we can embrace wonder and its building instead of death-dealing.
    I, for one, plan to seriously bask.

  2. Just like solar, wind, tide, & geothermal, wonder is this radiant quality of free energy right there for the sipping and the quaffing if we were but given some encouragement and some training.
    We can train people to be infatuated with their every hour, but it might interfere somewhat with their willingness to be obedient cogs and religious sheeple.
    I am not, however, suggesting that everyone go off and spend 40 days in the wilderness. What we awaken or polish the tarnish off has to work within the world as people find themselves, including their present jobs.
    Wonder is as panpresent as the dear air.

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