Holiday Greetings

To Sue, Dave, Cassie, Liz, Brian, Nancy, Kathy, Pandora, Doe, my kindred spirit Saundi, to Giggles, Shirleyf and the nine million people I have forgotten...

Merry Christmas or Happy Holiday, or whatever you care,

May your new year be filled with all things bright and fair,

I think of you often with a wistful happy glee

May the blessings of heaven bestow upon thee!

New Poetry this week at:

http://helikonhaven.blogspot.com

God Bless us every one... 

-Happy Hiram!

Greetings, All You Oven Stuffers

Greetings from the fattest turkey to the rest. I hope you have a thanksgiving filled with blessings. I have posted three Rants since Hurricane Sandy (four if you count the reminiscence in my Raves as a rant.

Ranting on Sandy

But Our Flag Was Still There

The Enigma of the Flashlight (Cacophany of Reasonableness)

Trying To Get That Feeling Again

So Gobble that up and I'll see what misery I can cook up for Christmas!

Halloween All Month

Happy Autumn, to all my Yahoo friends! 

I Dressed up in costume all month 

at work. Here is the collage. Individual pics to follow, when I get a chance.

Have a great November,

Happy Hiram

 For individual pics of costumes:
http://hiramsraves.blogspot.com/2012/11/halloween-costume-cavalcade.html

This Past Week's Mess

 The Good, the Bad and the Ugly 

from the past week or more

I reviewed YAP's Best and Worst for May


The Employee's Handbook for Poets


My Conflict with HD (She has moved on, because I meant soooo much to her.)


New Rhymes about Synopsis.


About James Joyce


About Dealing with Schizophrenic Friends


A Birthday wish for a Friend


and lots of other stuff on Helikon Haven Poetry Blog

A big thank you to all my friends and fans for sustaining me despite our many conflicts, struggles and tin-plated miseries in YAP. You are the only reason I stick around. You, and the poetry.

Helikon Haven Poetry Blog 

is now OPEN for BUSINESS!!!

http://helikonhaven.blogspot.com/

The Helikon was the river in mythology where Orpheus the musician died. It is considered a metaphor for poetry because the river, refusing to be impure, dove into the ground so that his killers could not wash their hands. Poetry must be pure and unadulterated by greed or enmity. I hope Helikon Haven allows it to be so.

Hiram's Adventures in a Garden State

 Adventures in a Garden State

My yard and my gardens are pretty lame, but I feel such joy working on them (until recently nature had little or no impact on me) that I wanted to share them in their infant state. If and when the marigolds, tomatoes and peppers appear I will post another montage. The YouTube version of my goldies' on video is virtually a blank canvas, but on my iPhone you can actually see them swimming. You'll have to use your ample poetic imaginations on that one.

Welcome to Hiram Unleashed

A site for Poetry and Rants

writeHappyHiram@gmail.com

On Being Redirected to Porn by a User

(I have moved this over from my new poetry blog as it has been viewed and/or attacked by internet scum prior to even being open. Only three people had anything to do with it, so either my stalkers are spying on me or them.)

To My Spyware, Porn-Scam Friends

Your reign of tyranny ends

My blood-hounds in pursuit

I'll make your scamming Moot
I promise, I will Triumph

Beware, yea evil gamers

the wrath of internet flamers.
The chase is afoot
You will face the shute
Hope you like it in the slammer!

Scenes from Cattus Island, New Jersey

Pictures from my mini-vacation

Is Anti-Bullying Another Form of Bullying?

My Bully Pulpit

by H. G. Lowry

When you see an older child harassing and intimidating a younger smaller child, the feeling that this should not have happened, the desire to punish them and to protect the smaller child can be quite overwhelming. This is the root of bullying, the feeling of helplessness and injustice that makes one want to strike out and empower one's self. In the bully's mind, their own experience of unfairness and victimization is the battery that drives them to battery.

Hurricanes, floods and disasters of all kinds will continue to bully us whether they are fair or not. Life will never be without this emotion. The desire, even the ability to sanitize life is an illusion. War, brutality and crime will always continue, and the desire to protect the weak can never be fully realized. This does not mean that it should cease to be a goal, but when the act of "defense" comes directly out of the desire for power and control, it automatically switches into the behavior it is trying to prevent. The whole anti-bullying mania sweeping the united states has such a PC "let me tell you how to behave" vibe that one can't help feeling BULLIED BY IT!

I noticed, when I had my Happy Hiram account in Yahoo that I could get 25 violations in a day and not lose my account, but as soon as powerful and influential people started working on me, I was gone due to 4 violations in a week. I had to hurry up and make my last accusations because I knew when I got the email that my time was up. These folks used anti-bullying rhetoric to "gang up" on me and "punish me" in the same manner as the bullies I grew up with.

Is there no middle ground between sympathizing with and protecting the weak, and turning society into a TSA checkpoint (which have noticeably been rife with abuse as we have seen in the news lately,) or can we go back to dealing with bullies WITHOUT LEGISLATION AND FANATICISM? I went to a seminar on bullying in 2011, and a presenter there said "everyone should act a little gay, so that gay students will not be singled out." She didn't say everybody should act a little straight in case a straight child gets harassed! She didn't feel the need to "act" any way other than as herself to protect others. When I suggested that in the future they might make it a crime to root for one sports team over another, she pooh poohed my concern.  But telling people how to ACT, in discordance with their natural inclinations IS BULLYING!

Parenting for goodness sake, can be described as beneficial bullying, trying to impose your values and dominance on a "weaker minority". Parents invest their values and behaviors in their children, like it or no. But gosh what if those values differ from others or - God forbid - include intolerance of some action or association?

Should we just let kids run into the street so as to not be "bullies".

I for one, would like to see the end of groups and laws "bullying" us into anti-bullying. I think common sense has been the first casualty of the anti-bullying mania. But I don't want to push the issue to hard. You know what that would make me.

How Not To Post to Blogger Part Three

http://support.google.com/blogger/bin/answer.py?hl=en&answer=42448

This is how you get the bad information I refer to below.

Go.Blogger.Com gives you the "This Page does not exist." message!

Texting for a CLAIM TICKET, and sending it to the page that doesn't exist is ridiculous!!!

How Not To Post to Blogger Part Two

Now Blogger says I can post to my account by iPhone 

if I just send this code in KPBLLGHD (not the actual code!) 

But they DON'T SAY WHERE TO SEND IT!!!!!!!

On my LAST blogsite (Those useless idiots at Posterous!) 

all I had to do was post to myblogname@posterous.com and it posted.

Why is this so hard for Google?

How Not To Post to Blogger Part One

Email Posting to Blogger apparently 

does not work from the iPhone:

When I tried to post, It said the address

 they said to send it to does not exist!!!

When I posted the error message they

 gave me, it said THAT did not exist!!!

 How DO you post to your blogs by email?? 

Surely if Twitter can do it Google can!

New Category Tags (Right Above Here)

A site for Poetry and Rants

writeHappyHiram@gmail.com

Hiram's Oscars

Oscar Smoshker by Happy Hiram We have waited for days making sick canapes through the channels a-lighting seeking red carpet sightings Who's gown will succeed or become blogsmears feed? We judge in, out or down each celeb in the town... Poor Seann William Scott by the Oscars, forgot Meryl Streep has been snubbed (but at least made the club...) Old George Clooney's a wreck with Pitt neck and neck; Dujardin takes the prize with Uggie by his side. till the wee hours of dawn they will still party on... To the Governor's ball on Kimmel shall we call Checking out who was there at Vanity Fair. By the end vacant stare I've forgotten why I care.

I read a poem by Stella Rhodes today;
http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=AmoPjmW586.DkK8IDgmqIs6n5HNG;_ylv=3?qid=20120224233649AAnaYUY

As a feminist, I will ignore the fact that this is not a poem and just say that this is an admirable expression of the pain of disenfranchisement that women experience at the hand of male dominance and brutality.

It speaks to insecurity when that often underlies women posting, their need for constant reinforcement (males can often critique each other and respond "F you" to the critic, all the while learning what they can from them, whereas most women, weakened by male manipulative criticism, have to develop trusted sources, that too often will never tell them the truth so they can grow.) This piece talks about the underlying root of many women's trust issues and

It spreads to women needing to be the peacemakers instead of learning how to say "No."

Lastly it leads to a type of woman, the crusader, who stifles free speech in Yahoo in the name of PC anti-bullying.

As a typical male, I read this and make it about MY situation. But what I want to see is the poem where a woman reacts like a man to these overtures, "Why would I want to do that? I said no already.  Are you threatening me? I'll blow your fugging head off if you threaten me again (and mean it!)"

That is the poem I'd like to see. I don't want to blame the victim, but no one else can rescue her, but herself.

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For my Russian-speaking audience:

Добро пожаловать в Хирама Унлишеда

- Счастливый Хирам

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Frozen in the Moment by Happy Hiram Our fly is stuck in amber stinking of dinosaur sweat running from greedy spiders, seeking out foetid flesh. Stars converge/diverge, hairy armpits replace antediluvian quill follicles while he, still dreams of fossilized walking birds, now turned into plastic bags and motor oil. The jungle has now become a thrice filtered product, sanitized for your protection by scavengers and squirrels.

Welcome to Hiram Unleashed!

A site for Poetry and Rants

writeHappyHiram@gmail.com

Haven

by Happy Hiram

Whitney Singing with the choir

Poets reach what they aspire

clocks go back

no problems tack

there is no muck and mire.

Lenny Bruce comes for the ride

complains there's no underside

he can't mock

'cause peace ain't schlock

so it sucks being snide.

Orchids bloom, 'till the girls all swoon

hot chicks hang in every room

candles dancing

light romancing

love that tucks away the tomb.

Whiskey, water, wine and ale

"Drink up, boys! We soon set sail!"

Devastation

to limitations.

Just grab your ruck for the rails.

Fishing for the less venturous

no one's here to censure us

Grab a pipe,

I think I might!

 (It makes me look more lecherous!!)

Peace at home for young and spry

Coffee, tea and apple pie

spitting needs

like melon seeds

who needs what or where or why?

In the midst I see it calling

snowy cherry blossoms falling

at the end of miseries wailing

nothing ending, sick or failing;

coming out of life's tunnel

birthing from a pastry funnel

to a life like a wedding cake

no uncertainty or mistake

a chance to harbor our souls and heal;

a pity heaven isn't real.

Welcome To Hiram Unleashed: Poetry and Rants

 

Happy Hiram Unleashed

The skies have changed, the road bends

the time comes to break out on our own.

We'll miss some enemies, and some friends

But life is a journey we must all go alone.

If I can bring a smile or laugh to your face

or make you pissed off (As only I know how!)

then joy and energy can alight on this place

and Hiram can be unleashed, unfettered, unbowed.

If you want to contribute to this artistic asylum

email me a poem, at writehappyhiram (@gmail.com)