Manuela Cardiga's Blog, page 25
March 11, 2016
Mathematics is one of those artifacts we create so we can...
Mathematics is one of those artifacts we create so we can comfort ourselves with science.
From "Conversations with Ivan Shapiro"
From "Conversations with Ivan Shapiro"
February 25, 2016
WISDOM FROM THE GARDEN OF DELIGHTS(The Good Eunuch's Guid...
WISDOM FROM THE GARDEN OF DELIGHTS
(The Good Eunuch's Guide to Running a Tight Harem in Loose-Crotched Pants)
mute as a broken lute
is how a woman should be
and once she reaches
a certain age
she should be
neither heard
nor seen
a veil should hide
scars and marks
of life's travail
least such
should rob
pleasure
from the hearts
and loins
of worthy men
and their desire fail...
M.C.
(The Good Eunuch's Guide to Running a Tight Harem in Loose-Crotched Pants)
mute as a broken lute
is how a woman should be
and once she reaches
a certain age
she should be
neither heard
nor seen
a veil should hide
scars and marks
of life's travail
least such
should rob
pleasure
from the hearts
and loins
of worthy men
and their desire fail...
M.C.
February 18, 2016
True stories are hard to tell, and sometimes even harder ...
True stories are hard to tell, and sometimes even harder to listen to.
February 9, 2016
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Thank you everyone, for taking the time to read my scribblings. I hope some have made you smile, and given you a little something to laugh about.
Stick around, there are new poems, stories and a few new novels on the way!
Love and joy to you all!
Manuela
Stick around, there are new poems, stories and a few new novels on the way!
Love and joy to you all!
Manuela
January 22, 2016
this stinks big time but alas i am compelled to rhyme
HEY HO AND OFF TO WORK WE GO!
Every funny bunny
with a sunny disposition
should be peeled
and spanked
with a hickory stick
in the hopes that
that bouncy energy
can be healed.
Especially
on a miserable
misty Friday morning
when that alarm clock
goes off without a warning
and we broke and battered folk recovering from
the night before
have to get up
and go to work.
Manuela Cardiga
Every funny bunny
with a sunny disposition
should be peeled
and spanked
with a hickory stick
in the hopes that
that bouncy energy
can be healed.
Especially
on a miserable
misty Friday morning
when that alarm clock
goes off without a warning
and we broke and battered folk recovering from
the night before
have to get up
and go to work.
Manuela Cardiga
January 21, 2016
RECRUITMENT OFFICER'S MANUAL CHAPTER 1So we was jist hang...
RECRUITMENT OFFICER'S MANUAL CHAPTER 1
So we was jist hangig
round the corner store
cracking gum and talkin shit
and this guy he comes along?
He says:
"How liveth thou thy misspent youth!
Can not thy mortal eyes
See God's frown?
Is there in thine heart
No belief in Paradise
Or worthiness in this life?"
So me and my mate
we jist spits and grin
"Get your shit together,
and get out, fucker!
we got bizzness
and you takin up space!"
"Indeed!" Quoth he,
and right away
i could see
the dude was mad
as a hatter
cause he was
fondlin these beads
and setting off a clatter,
doing a shufflin dance
in these weird tap-shoes.
"Thou art dirt
And to dirt returneth.
No worth from birth
To grave, thy existence
Of matter to none,
Not even thy unfortunate dam.
Thou art a a dot
On a census statistic plot,
A mangy suckling,
An unfortunate drain
On the benefits tit,
A waste of human DNA."
"Here now!"
cried we
" we got worth!"
"History will judge
And find thee wanting
Of meaning, of substance...
One hundred years,
And no word or murmur
Of thy names will remain,
In thy remembrance
Not even a moldy stain."
i knew this was true
cause i seen
how Mam
can hardly remember
her Pa's name
specially when she's
had a dram or two
(though i think maybe
she never knew.)
so i says to the guy
"what all snake oil's
you sellin?
immortality?"
"Nay!" cried he
"Morality!"
He steps closer
and he grins
and on his breath
i smells nitroglycerin.
"Sainted wilt thou be
Blessed and elevated,
And no man
Nor woman
In this nation
That wilt not know
Thy name and station."
"well now...what about them chicks?"
i scratch my balls and winks
"morality ain't what i crave!
wills i get to bury my stave?"
"Take you up this holy burden
and seventy pleading
heaving-bosomed ladies
will offer thee their
bodies, untried
and palpitating..."
"mate, " says i
"you've got a deal!"
just gimme the gun
and tell me
who i've got to kill!"
MC
So we was jist hangig
round the corner store
cracking gum and talkin shit
and this guy he comes along?
He says:
"How liveth thou thy misspent youth!
Can not thy mortal eyes
See God's frown?
Is there in thine heart
No belief in Paradise
Or worthiness in this life?"
So me and my mate
we jist spits and grin
"Get your shit together,
and get out, fucker!
we got bizzness
and you takin up space!"
"Indeed!" Quoth he,
and right away
i could see
the dude was mad
as a hatter
cause he was
fondlin these beads
and setting off a clatter,
doing a shufflin dance
in these weird tap-shoes.
"Thou art dirt
And to dirt returneth.
No worth from birth
To grave, thy existence
Of matter to none,
Not even thy unfortunate dam.
Thou art a a dot
On a census statistic plot,
A mangy suckling,
An unfortunate drain
On the benefits tit,
A waste of human DNA."
"Here now!"
cried we
" we got worth!"
"History will judge
And find thee wanting
Of meaning, of substance...
One hundred years,
And no word or murmur
Of thy names will remain,
In thy remembrance
Not even a moldy stain."
i knew this was true
cause i seen
how Mam
can hardly remember
her Pa's name
specially when she's
had a dram or two
(though i think maybe
she never knew.)
so i says to the guy
"what all snake oil's
you sellin?
immortality?"
"Nay!" cried he
"Morality!"
He steps closer
and he grins
and on his breath
i smells nitroglycerin.
"Sainted wilt thou be
Blessed and elevated,
And no man
Nor woman
In this nation
That wilt not know
Thy name and station."
"well now...what about them chicks?"
i scratch my balls and winks
"morality ain't what i crave!
wills i get to bury my stave?"
"Take you up this holy burden
and seventy pleading
heaving-bosomed ladies
will offer thee their
bodies, untried
and palpitating..."
"mate, " says i
"you've got a deal!"
just gimme the gun
and tell me
who i've got to kill!"
MC
January 20, 2016
THE SNOW QUEENInviolate the silencesBetween us unfold,Nev...
THE SNOW QUEEN
Inviolate the silences
Between us unfold,
Never in the memory
Of eternal snows
Has there been
A kiss as cold.
Manuela Cardiga
Inviolate the silences
Between us unfold,
Never in the memory
Of eternal snows
Has there been
A kiss as cold.
Manuela Cardiga
Verily verily I say unto you; if someone does shitty thin...
Verily verily I say unto you; if someone does shitty things unto others, he will surely do them unto you too.
MC
MC
January 19, 2016
January 18, 2016
It's not that I don't trust you; it's just that I have so...
It's not that I don't trust you; it's just that I have so oft been proven wrong in my beliefs, that I just don't trust my trust.
MC
MC
