I feel a blockage has occurred...
It must have been all that stuffing and Turkey bird...
The gurgles, the rumbling, the passing of gas...
It’s beyond my control ,Oh dear, please let this pass...
We have guests you see...
So I don’t have the privilege to just get up and flee...
No one should ever be in this state...
And I should never have put so much on my plate...
Cause now I’m paying and to my demise ...
The rite of passage has been denied...
I feel like I may blow up and explode...
It’s times like this when you miss the commode...
It’s that time of year again...
When family and friends gather together..
To share and give thanks for all that they treasure..
The young and the old, the tall and the small..
The Vegans and the Carnivores, come one come all...
There are dishes of tradition, like Turkey and stuffing..
Mashed potatoes, gravy, and cranberry muffins..
Green Bean casserole, and corn soufflé...
Are just some of the dishes of the day....
And of course a relish tray to take off the edge...
With that awesome Spinach dip in Pumpernickel bread...
So many desserts at this time of year...
But the favorite of all , synonymous of the Fall..
Is that Jack’O ‘Lantern, orange Gourd.....
known as Pumpkin Pie...
As the children play a game of touch football...
Something that is 24-7 on this day in Fall..
As Grandpa sits in the afternoon sun...
Remembering back ..when he was young...
Then the words of “ Let’s eat “ fills the air...
And everyone sits down in their chair..
Who wants the first slice ? Dark meat or White ?
Grandpa asks...then proceeds to take the first bite..
Everyone fills their plate, till it can’t hold no more...
Yet some go back, for more and more....
Finally everyone is full...can’t eat another bite..
Till the smell of fresh coffee brings on a plight...
Aahh dessert ..and the best part of all....
“ PUMPKIN PIE “ !!!! ....It appears was a "Majority Call"...
This is “ my “ favorite time of the year....
When you mention "MY" name, everyone gives a cheer !!!
So without further adieu ...Grandpa picks up the knife...
As I am the “ MAJORITY CALL “ and receive the first slice....
Broke the Rules...
Left some clues...
I'm a fool...
Living in a cesspool...
I hear the economy is bad...
And getting worse each day...
Although it hasn't affected me in any way..
I can even keep kosher if I choose.
So what do I have to lose ?...
I get three meals a day..
And sometimes a snack...
Clean clothes everyday I put on my back..
Exercise is a daily routine..
that I choose to do ..and it keeps me lean..
My quarters are small..but after all..
We have a room with a big color TV...
And a place for family and friends who visit me...
Healthcare ? not a problem you see..
As I don't pay for insurance like thee...
Problem with teeth...rectified
Education, Degree, I can even be Certified..
Because unlike you, who lives outside..
You need to work to survive...
Now I'm a part of the system you see..
And have it much easier than any of thee..
I broke the law and now pay the price...
But I'm still better off than your lousy life...
And when I'm released, I will qualify for...
Medicaid, Medicare and even more...
So you may have done it different than me...
But in "old age ", we're equal you see...
As spring's golden sun rises awakening the fog. Its light reveals fog's gray clinging tenacles all about. A Dove coos softly singing in spaces opened up when the roosters quieten their chorus..The tree's dark silhouettes stand still for no breeze rustles the air this morn. Those Blackbirds are back their voices fill the Oaks with lively music. Then they go down upon the good earth to feed upon the rich food available. I don't even see anything there but they seem to find plenty everyday. It seems they are here to stay this year. They usually come for awhile then leave until about the same time the next year. I wonder if they are going to pair off and stay around. Only God knows if they will stay or leave. He has provided for the troup to have sufficient food everyday. All they have to do is come and feed. We His creation only have to come into His Presence each day for a short time, open our hearts and minds to hear His Voice. He is there waiting won't you come and feed upon His Word(The Bible) and then wait to hear His Voice for it is pleasant to the ears..
Inches make feet without inches there is no foot without beginnings there is no work without measure there is no dearth without a ruler there is no worth there must be rules and there are rules but eye will let them all apply to them my enemies at work and never eye. The horse runs well it has a heart so then they fill syringes from the start to inject the muscles of the neck to make the beast faster than the wind oh heck the animal is dead it never hit the ground but flew too fast and lost the race and life. Desert life is winterless but not without some weather life the sun is always shading and the water is found in sub altern placing near the animals for killing under the ledge of apprehension near the fire of desperation comes the frog and toad and watercrest nut sandwiches. Eye had been to the desert on a horse with no namme it felt good to be out of the rain. Voices come out at me from the air into mye membrain eye call it Disraeli musick it is usually someone in the area with a boom box or even cars with the windows rolled down can be the culprits they hound me when eye am hicking place to place. There is other answers to the crazxy place eye hear noises mad mostly by people in the other cubicles the walls are just invisible the talking is allowed. The thief cannot sneak in sneakers they squeak like he is sweating in his shoe laces. This brings me to mye priority eye. The reason that no one wants to be a Detective is the movies the guy may have had DAMES by the score but he had fights and was so sore the men were ruthless and left him spinning on the side of every road. The streets of New Nuevo York has gum shoe on them. The American idea of Indians and wampum has brought us to the test of food in rest or rants of foreign style they smile and bring the menu back to make certain that the orders write the man has pointed several times at five bills a whack. One from Column A and 2 from Column B brings us to a bill of $23. Well eye wanted some meat too but you are so expansive. Rice and curry hot mustard radishes. Try finding food in the summer time how careful now that eye a homeless one should be then tossing caution to the winding blowing wind when it seems only wrapped so tightly to keep flies at night away. To feed myself is easy to offer some to others almost impossible a few times eye have asked to share they slide that nostril in the air and leave the food to the one that found it in the lair of tossed and discarded things the general city the loose leaf cabbage so nicely adds a bite to the membrain of mye priority eye.
(Apropos A Visit Home )
Tired shrimp boats sit moored
along the muddy banks of the Brazos;
their day’s catch iced down and waiting.
Tormenting mosquitoes flew
from puddles of water
pooled between blades of salt grass,
feasting on the fresh blood
of buzzed home comers.
The aroma of seafood gumbo pots
saturated the salt water air; and the clinking
bottle caps signaled the gathering of keno players.
Olympian domino players slap their table tops
with rhythms that rival the best of Art Blakely’s
drumming on a full moon Afro Night.
Teams of bid whist players
played musical chairs.
Over chattering voices, echoes of howling dogs
faded into canine whimpers
as Gulf Coast breeze blew sweet memories:
Indeed there’s no place
you love meat
its your beat
it needs A treat
and make it talk
you need a
KNIFE AND FOLK
Some wise-man expounded that a knife and a fork
Seperate men from their simian ancestors
I'm not so sure
Certain people should show
Their true colors
And cram the food straight
Into their face
Ram the grub right
Down their throats
Fingers and all
Staring ahead blankly
Streaming grease begins swinging
From a cinderblock chin
Thus soiling their near perfect
Opposing appendages are great
For ripping flesh from the bone
And fastening bow ties
its in my mind
all the time
rain or shine
she our life shine
how she cooke
without a cooke book
how she look
like a mess
MAMA COOKING DRESS
There is a personal testimony and everyone's focus is on the group and on the
self and not on JESUS where it was supposed to be the reason eye won't go to
fellowship with rich working Christians meeting at a SUNDAY SUPPER to drive to
a pizza place where everyone pays something for the food even if they share it the
cost is still beyond the pocketbook of yew. The added price of fellowship with
world is loss of spirit functions eye am not suggesting we have meetings in the
desert with the hedgehogs but there could be a meeting place for all the
Christians like the fish doors of the early days of meetings they were in and out
so furtive searching alleyways for soldiers avoiding arrests and fighting and
bringing lots of food in the bags of fishes and the loaves of breads in pockets of
the tunaes fishes smile eye could just not resist this in almost every Church
there is a Kitchen and in some of them is love the people make the soup for the
homeless and the court appointed prisoners and even important people come.
Hang a fish upon the door of every kitchen in the nation make a place with tables
where the poor can come in love do not forget the love the soup is nice but even
slabs of raw meat are not enough with hate.
Eye could not write a word on yesterday the things that eye had wanted to write
left on the flight of lost ideas and night came again without a thought and then the
day came back this fable was born and eye decided to try religion again. The
focus of a lot of people is the congregation the error being life is not a middle
class house with people making money in a paper plate of life some people
need a cup of soup just to survive please open up your love first open up your
hearts then open all them kitchen cupboards up. There is another thing that eye
must say to all the bible thumpers not yet in the grave what does it matter what
the date and day of this my own salvation come the day of JESUS was 33 AD the
date that GOD was saving me.
DOING WHAT THE JESUS SAID
Eye am risking the loss of some merits to at least prove to some of you that to do
the works of JESUS is the right and lawful thing to do the man was just like me
he seems to be a homeless and eye asked him to share my food he said no he
was taken care of a food card from the service. Eye wound up giving nothing but
a courtesy yet my blessing is unending the words that JESUS speaks are meant
to be the life we breathe and giving is so certainly the thing to do. Not bragging
unnecessarily just letting people knoe to do the works he says to do. Offer
someone food if they can take it it will help you if they refuse it you can eat it
seems to me there is nothing there to lose. Now the food eye have to eat is better
for the act of sharing even the man is not eating with me the food it's doubly
better in proportions. Show me the house that's built on stilts that's built on sand.
There is a temporary church that meets inside the main church building they
usually start the service at nine thirty today they went out on a run away there was
no church service even eye usually go just to knell down near the table and thank
Jesus for the offering there there is Coffee and some coffee cake and other
things as well but today eye am on mye own attempting more than one thing at a
time it seems beyond the eye trying to stay hooked into the wonder of this life for
it seems like GOD is just like Santa Clause to me when we have it in our heart to
do he sees it just the same.
Eye still carry my raincoat my umbrella even though it has not rained for many
weeks I'm ready. The place eye like to visit has been pulled out from under me
the preacher needs to visit his own prayer room just to see how dark his heart is
to become without his love. He warned me not to trespass and so far eye have
not been back but the wonder of it all is that the place still seems to stand a
monument to decadence a monument to disgrace. They knoe that eye am
homeless eye still walk the street without a place. The blankets in the dump
seem so nice when eye am cold. Foolishness or wisdom tell me preacher what
would you do when the sky was falling would you stick your turkey neck up to the
rain and then just drown or would you find a church with a poor doorway to get
dry. The path is narrow the climb is steep and harrow the preacher fast asleep.
Eye cry a homeless to the end of time.
On a bright day
I will be
Grabbing a drink at the bar
Brighton Beach, it seems so far
Coney Island is where you'll find me
Sideshows and Hotdogs
Where I need to be.
Have a wonderful holiday. Happy Thanksgiving!!! Remember, the best things at
the table are your family. Tom
Coming out on the porch this morning after the sun had risen far above the horizon...I
noticed that my herbs looked wilted. Checked but not really dry just potbound or rootbound
in too small of a container..Life___how many of us are potbound or rootbound contained in a
container that we outgrew years ago___stuck, complacent not growing and soon will die from
starvation because we can't receive the nourishment from the source of our total being the
giver of life the One Who gives the Living Waters....In the next few days I will get larger
pots, fresh soil, and remove those plants..distrub their roots...Repot them giving their root
system room to grow..They will come out giving me fresh French Tarragon, and Lemon
Thyme all summer..I will enjoy watching them grow and produce....What about me? Will I
get out of the pot that is too small and grow?
handwritten from the little notebook
my new Hispanic friend read this
he speaks of delirium and decay
and makes it become fantasy
this is for him
A Library (lieberry) is full of books they cover upp the words is what we use to read the Story Chapters and the Verse the beginning has a middle and the end.
From the firs tpoem ever written you will never see the last self descriptadjective is my best one kept for Jesus as eye rest, Rudyard Kiplins stripling lad the Gunga DInn a water boy a better man then eye a Mexican from Mexico or Spain a Jesus man who drinks he smokes he even tokes his self discriptadjective he stones his bone he has his drunk religious bones and yet who am eye to judge this man has fed me solid food while eye can only steal his food not repay my mood is one of acceptance listen and receive this as iff Jesus gives me from this drunk will argue his religion frevor seems misplaced so why obey some from of Law replaced with Grace perhaps the Jewish Sabbath Day falls on our American Wednesday no He smiles it is on Saturday what matter what is the matter iff drunk and full of more then mere religion everyone has a bananna everyone has something that they must have they place it first in mind in heart in soul so black in need of sin and yet please carry food again come back to me my Mexican GUnga Dinn you Jinn from Old Mexico or Spain. My old freind.
The young dream their dreams away at night
Hoping they come true
A doctor,policemen,veterinarian and other dreams are developed by the young
Too naive to understand the ways of the world
Determined as ever to achieve their dreams
The old regret the dreams they could never accomplish
They had dreams but unknowingly never came true
You go from living a world full of dreams
To living the reality that is life
Why do we let our dreams die
We were so excited as young kids
At the foot step of our dreams
Were we haunted by the mountain we had to climb
To make our dreams come true
Did we simply quit
Because of society’s pressure
Did money deter our dreams away while we slept at night
Did we let doubt creepy into our hearts
Silently killing all of our dreams without realizing it
Why do dreams die so quickly
When we spent years of our youth
Hoping that we could get an opportunity
To make them come true
Dream big, chase your dreams and never let them die
you juct munch
as you walk and talk
don't have to money
HAMBURGER AND FRIES
Somber silly little Setter, English; painting trapped himself in the side yard whimpering, howling away wildly.
Sunscreen-on, moseying on over, in His tenderness He offers a helping hand. Hot Summers cool vapors the blessings found here, there to and fro leaning midst the still lulling; gentle calling of the Rains.
Yes the Grace of God, in His joy humming, arriving just in time, and so is Patience the greater venture I suppose the eminent virtue.
His Love always; Honest, Open... Willing already beholden... . Far beyond the wreck I make for myself and others... chains stretched bounded securing me yes, my freedom in kind stripped away from me given in the effort this provisional very prominence preceding me when in denial of these facts.
EARLY IN THE MORNING SOME WILL WAKE UP,LOOKING FOR THE FIRST SIP FROM THE CUP, WITHOUT THE FIRST SIP,SOME WILL FLIP,IT'S SOMETHING IN THE FIRST SIP THAT MAKES PEOPLE CRAZY, WITHOUT IT SOME WILL BE LAZY, IT'S WORST THAN A DRUG, SOME REFUSE TO GIVE A HUG MILLIONS ARE ADDICTED SOME WILL ACT WICK TELLING EVERYONE IM NOT ADDICTED, STAY AWAY FROM THE FIRST SIP OR YOU WILL FLIP, IT'S IN EVERY STORE, ATTRACTING MORE AND MORE, SOME CALL IT COFFEE, SOME CALL IT TEA, BUT WHAT EVER IT'S NAME, ONE SIP AND YOU'LL NEVER BE THE SAME, SO STAY AWAY FROM THE FIRST SIP
It's the taste of tears
in a big plastic
I walked her home
Chatting aimlessly of nothing
Finding words to fill time
As we slithered by the Betty Crocker Shop
Of apple pie and coffee
In a death grip
Pulled us both inside
And forced us to sit at a table
A knowing accomplice
Snickering behind her receipt book
Scribbled down mounds of orders
That were forced upon us by the heated oven
Three hundred pounds later we left
Earlier today, the DAIRY QUEEN reported that Ronald MCDONALD shot BURGER KING,
with POPEYE'S gun, over some CHICK-"FIL-A." Ronald's alibi fell like DOMINOS, after
the cops heard WENDY'S eye witness account of what happened. His PAPA JOHN
had a nervous breakdown, so he grabbed his PIZZA HUT and went off into the
woods. The funeral and reception will be held at two different CHURCH'S, where
they will ring the TACO BELL in honor of his memory.
The meat slicer is vintage 1957
the walls are a dull green
the deli case is full of the same
bland pastries that crumble
as ruins at Jericho.
The waitresses smile quickly
through tight lips flashing
those straight marble teeth
as they march with their menus
across the linoleum to take
orders for Latkes,
two for six dollars,
a large size chicken liver
plate for eight fifty,
or the half pound corned beef
“wall” sandwich for
a fair price.
I sit at Kravitz's
today for the atmosphere,
I hear the strains of
Va Pensiero in the silence
of the patient deli case,
the pastry ruins,
the circus that is the menu,
the New York style low cut
coffee cups, the face
of Mr. Kravitz in the corner.
This is the place where
things happen if one but
sips coffee and waits and
I order the thick Latke's with
a teaspoon's worth of apple sauce
for each. None wasted.
The minutes pass slowly
in this gastronomic temple,
I have faith in a destiny,
down to half a Latke.
My phone starts playing music.
and 'Ladies' young and old
do you even know
when i go into the grocery store
and how they come all around me
not even paying attention
as they watch me squeeze this and
and they being all that you are
some what more and some few less
take my hand and place it there
and in my hand they squeeze it
they squeeze it harder than they should
but i'm not paying attention
and as i'm thinking about squeezing
that which needs to be squeezed
in my mind i am squeezing it more
and watching some become flushed
there faces grow dark and pink
and so many my head spins around
looking down as i feel
all of that juice run free
through my hands
and all of my critical thinking
has left me it's gone.
Is It Poetry
The most disgusting thing of all the hair unkempt can be over looked the smell
can be ignored but the alcoholic impairment the fumble with the fingers the look
of concentration the attempts to open a plastix trash bag went beyond the norm
for me not because eye am better than or some wonderful person than or down
the nose than but just because it was irksome to watch a man work for fifteen
minutes on a sack that a sober man could open in one second he was trying to
untie the knots when any thinking person could just tear the side of bag and then
be done with bag and have the goods and that the other thing that irks me is just
what was in the bag it looked like sagging food not nothing worth the time of a
hungry homeless bag but then the eye has standards for eye am expert
scrounger. SO do not make the mistake that eye was laughing at the poor man
try no aue contrails eye was feeling awful sorry for the him making inroads last
and having a waking dream imagining just what it was in bag when he finally
gets it untied only to find its garbage after all its trash the food is sagging in the
bottom of the bag and hungry thow eye am there is still standards to be set. The
food that eye get is usually more visible than that and eye have some clear idea
of just what it is that eye am getting into there. see part two 64
He was steering us somewhere
This Fouad Abbas
Having given up the world as unreachable
Now took hold the yellow disc
and wrested what was left
into some sort of plan.
There is a right time and a right way for everything.
Do not work for food that spoils, but for food that endures to eternal life.
We wonder sometimes with great worry about what time will bring. We must remember that
God has given time to us as a gift. God was present at the beginning of time and He will be
present at the end of time.
We cannot fear for the future because it is God's hand on eternity. It is you who dictates
your time by the choices you make. We often feel there is not enough hours in the day to
accomplish our tasks. We often feel there is never any time for ourselves. Remember to ask
God to help you, and He will show you where and how to find the time.
God will put your mind at ease with time. Time is a gift, and everyday is yours. God wants
you to live free and without worry of time. He will walk with us every step of the way every
As all of us on Earth must work to sustain our lives here, we must also remember to work
for our spiritual well being. Your relationship with God will provide you with the food for your
spirit. The food for your spirit is a great variety such as wisdom, understanding, joy, peace,
love, and patience. In this job you have only one boss and that is God. That is a great
comfort in knowing you have such a great boss as God. This is a perfect side job, working to
feed your spirit. Start your application process now by praying to God. He will surely hire
you and your spirit will be fed.
Man or Dove
GOD is Jesus. A living GOD does not have to frustrate Him self with a man at all
but he does what a GOD wants and no one can tell HIM anyway. He could have
done a different planet and never made the man the ADAM. He could have been
a DOVE and ruled the WORLD of DOVES nothing moving on the surface of the
planet except food for DOVE.
Jesus did many other miraculous signs in the presence of his disciples, which
are not recorded in this book. But these are written that you may believe that
Jesus is the Christ, the Son of God, and that by believing you may have life in his
The written word is given not so perfectly it seems the detractors of the Gospel
will agree the BIBLE has been written by the men and not the DOVE. He does not
complain of feathers colored wrong he does not jealously assume the plume of
other birds he never drinks too much or eats too many seeds of grass he never
wants a different colored shirt of blue upon his back he has feathers mostly gray
and brown a DOVE is GOD in FORM of FLESH and LOVE. Today eye discovered
a dove a thing of beauty made in love the GOD most certainly seems to me to be
a creator capable of form. The feathers around the eye. The way the dove tried to
see me from the side she turned her delicate head just like a lady in love. The
feet seemed too large on her for dove but seemed like duck perhaps this dove
was just malformed an egg in need of more attention in the nest but not the fault
of GOD. On DOVE WORLD there is one tree where DOVE the GOD does live. She
preens her feathers and she rules but yet she loves them. When a DOVE dies
and falls from SKY she moves herself to see just where it lays and then SHE
Cries a mournful sound in otherwise so pretty of a face she can raise it from the
dead and send it into Heaven then to live and fly forever no more in need of world
of food or anything. One day upon the Dove Earth the sky was filled with war the
demon doves were killing all the poor. They called a halt in vain attempts at
peace and then a most marvelous thing. The DOVE GOD she flew to high and
spread her wings in a hurried dive she slammed into the ground at Supersonic
speed and then she died and then she screamed eye am alive eye hold the keys
the poor will soon come and live with me and then the SOUL of GOD the DOVE it
flew to Heaven where it grew to be the JESUS GOD.
He rules in love. A DOVE,MAN,GOD.
Cotton mouth...this word...
and ripe sweet breath...
sometimes deeply held...
hang over the strong fence...
might gives way...and more..
The other is so...aggressive..
and backing up...you fall...
unheard...and it slides up...
with you watching...wide eyed..
never too fear...deep inside..
what you hide...from the day...
Behind the curtain....
made of cotton you wait...
and there being....
no stranger around...
From the heart of town...
the known stranger...
moves through the window...
opportunity and the moon...
leaving wide the ditch...
and molasses runs slow...
To the man...and some ask...
about that cotton mouth....
that ran the sun yellow...
through the dawn...
packed in cotton...
Is It Poetry
its a deed
its a need
its a love seed
mouths to feed
its so cool
so don't just be starring