If You Don'T Grok This

If you don’t grok (1) this does it mean That I’m too smart and you’re not keen Enough to even cut a cabbage, Contemplate a simple adage?   If you don’t grok this who’s to blame The pen, the paper, ‘Pudding Tame?’ (2) Let all I’ve dreamed be overreaching Who’s the student, who is teaching?   To ‘know you’ is my heart, my pride, All else be poop I grow inside, When poetry is dust and scattered Loving you will be what mattered!   If you’re with me or if you’re not My vote’s for ‘Love’ that’s no one’s plot! For ownership and Hell come creeping, Strangle ‘Love’ at rest or sleeping.   My joy’s in fact when you are true To every dream, you dream that’s you. It’s when you’re you that you’re my dream Love, I’m your ‘Popeye,’ you’re my ‘Olive!’ (3)   Contentment’s born, a manger’s gift, It doesn’t mean you won’t be miffed.   But grok this fact if you are able, Love’s not jackass in a stable!     Long Tooth August 24th in 2019   Poet’s Notes: (1) To “grok” means to understand intimately! (2) There’s a delightful game/rhyme that adults play with children that suggests we are all so much more than our names!   Adult: “What’s your name?” Child: “Pudding Tame! Ask me again, and I’ll tell you the same!”   (3) Popeye and Olive are two delightful if ugly and often obnoxious animated cartoon characters from the 1940s. Their adventures, their affection for each other, can still be seen on occasion on TV or DVD. Beauty is where you find it and always in the eye of the beholder!