When I learned how sick you became, I knew I had to pray.
If you hadn't died, we'd be celebrating your 77th birthday.
You are the reason why I exist.
You certainly have been missed.
You were born on the side of the road because the ambulance broke down.
You were my mother and I would be happier if you were still around.
You died and there was nothing I could do to stop it from happening.
You were always a terrific mother and I'm proud to be your offspring.
I had to accept your death but I wish you were still alive.
You had an abdominal aneurysm and you didn't survive.
The surgeon couldn't save your life even though he tried.
Today would've been your 77th birthday if you hadn't died.
[Dedicated to Agnes Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013]
New year, new goal.
Laughter,
a goal that provides
many benefits.
A wellness challenge.
It makes the brain
swim in dopamine.
Is mood-lifting
and removes stress.
Increases metabolism,
and burns my calorie consumption
(I love chocolate)
Stronger abdominal muscles
and a well-shaped butt
The face becomes softer
- highlights the glow in the skin
All this without plastic surgery
- Goal's outcome
- a win-win situation.
My Abdomen
A great amount has been recorded about
my 17-year-old abdomen. My pale stomach and intestines talk
a great deal and
sleep much less.
I shut them up and
keep them awake by
drinking sludge.
Remember: for perfect abdominal muscles consume the pus from
zits.
When a Country singer died, people felt sadness and pity.
He died thirty years ago and his name was Conway Twitty.
Conway sang "Tight Fittin' Jeans" and "I'd Love To Lay You Down".
He died of an abdominal aneurysm and sadly, he's no longer around.
He was a talented singer and his death was a devastating blow.
He was only fifty-nine when he died thirty years ago.
[Dedicated to Conway Twitty (1933-1993) who died on June 5, 1993]
If people ask me if you're still alive, my answer will be no.
You became sick and left this earth over ten years ago.
Since you died, eleven Mother's Days have come around.
You had an abdominal aneurysm and you're buried in the ground.
You lived and died in Sneedville, Tennessee.
You were special and very important to me.
I had to learn how to live without you when you passed away.
If you were still alive, I would wish you a happy Mother's Day.
[Dedicated to Agnes M. Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013]
Symptoms of envenomation include headache, nausea, vomiting, abdominal pain, collapse and paralysis.(putar tenu dasan ga)(oye na dasin)
Note.Oye DON Hun dus goli ya Teka??
It has been an entire decade since we last spent Christmas together.
Less than three months later, you died and you were gone forever.
The last Christmas that we spent together is something I hold dear.
Time certainly does fly, it does not seem like it has been ten years.
After spending many Christmases together, your life came to an end.
After you died, it took nearly two years for my broken heart to mend.
You once cooked Christmas dinners and we opened gifts that were under the trees.
The memories of the years that we spent together are very important to me.
When you were only 64, you had an abdominal aneurysm and I lost my best friend.
Merry Christmas, Mom, it's sad that we can never spend Christmas together again.
[Dedicated to Agnes Marie Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013]
The essences of beauty
This admiration
her walk her appearance
a stunning performance
of perfection
She walked timely to
the grooves basset riffs
Making the most caring of
men stop to watch her
One fella called her the
shamanistic Satan
Her body made men
want to know her story
One on looker grabbed
his bass and riffed
Mocking her walk
The other grabbed his
guitar and whispered
the treble
Grooving until she
Stood before them
She pulled up her skirt
in and kicked off her
heels and danced
In front of her
Shiney new car
Grooving
Moving
Dancing
A
Sensual dance
Ooh wee
We circled the wagon
and watched
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Note.Underprivileged boys died who lived in slums..
He sucked the thin tube inward
pulling the smoke into his lungs
until the tip glowed fiercely.
Hot lemon tea,
lean body, coiled
on an abdominal spring.
He spoke:
“A Gestapo Officer
was searching – hunting.
He found us backed against a wall
in a small attic.
The pig had papers, orders -
he kicked the door down
thinking that he alone would catch us.
The arrogant butcher gloated for a moment
until we shattered his head with a brick.
It was over in moments.
Some dug his eyes from their sockets,
the women went for his manhood,
he died in lumps and pieces.”
A long pause, as Mr. Kasowski
took another slow pull,
and a sip of lemon tea.
“Be a good boy Johnny.
and pray to gentle Jesus”, he said,
“but when they come for you,
be a wolf.”
If pulpy green words
had red meat nutritional value,
As feelings have openly positive
and closed negative
nurturing peace normals
and turmoil boiling abdominal
abominable abnormals,
robust health feeding
and sick bad watering,
What would you choose
to feed your co-passion learning kids,
your cornucopia complex spouse,
your significantly nonOthered
this ego-cooking day?
If fertilizing actions
were rooted in compassion
as light
fades into night
Dreams for healing yourself,
for saving this EarthTribe
self-cognized
humbled
for Whole Earth empowering
enlightened
dawning peaceful governance,
Who
and what
and when
and where
and why
would you co-passion with,
co-invest with,
co-operate with feeding bright?
This PeacEarth crunchy day
and Justice restoring
spring flowing
heart glowing
starlight witnessed
night.
Nine years ago today, you ceased to be a member of the human race.
You died from an abdominal aneurysm and you went to a better place.
You're in Heaven and life up there is a nonstop party every day.
You're in a better place and you went there nine years ago today.
Time does heal wounds but a loved one's death will always leave a scar.
But I'm happy that you're living the good life in Heaven, I know how lucky you are.
When I learned that you were going to die, it was something that was hard to face.
But you're much better off because when your life ended, you went to a better place.
[Dedicated to Agnes Marie Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013]
Look at that kindhearted gentleman:
The most mature he gets,
further "prominence",
protuberance
abdominal...
Less erudition, and
development
mental... !
Wish you to stay the same ? eat much and exercise less...
Exceeding , further and less love...
Eat even further and read each
time less, and less...
He sucked the thin tube inward
pulling the smoke into his lungs
until the tip glowed fiercely.
Warm lemon tea,
lean body
coiling
on an abdominal spring.
“A Gestapo Officer
was searching – hunting.
He found us backed against a wall
in a small attic room.
He had papers and orders.
Arrogant in his power
he broke down the door.
He thought he alone could catch us.
He gloated only for a moment,
until fear shattered his face.
We tore him apart with our bare hands.
It was over in moments.
Some tore and bit at his neck,
some dug his eyes from their sockets.
The women went for his manhood.
I will never forget the surprise on his face
as he died in lumps and pieces.”
A long pause, as Mr. Jaworski
took another slow pull,
and another sip of lemon tea.
“Be a good boy Johnny.
and pray to gentle Jesus”, he said,
“but when they come for you,
be a wolf.”
The House Soup of the Day
By me always holds sway
Be it tomato or potato ~
Hold the 'tender chunks of crow'
As for appetizers
Make sure they're not from Pfizer
And leave out the salad greens
I abhor abdominal vaccine
Now, as for the main course
Please don't serve monkey or horse
What if I ate a future Bonzo or Mr. Ed
I'd rather starve, thank you...
'real tears' I'm known to shed
Finally, we come to dessert
My preference, I hereby blurt
If I've already eaten my fill ~ then
Dessert, your favorite poet kills
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