Eos laughs, lifted by her progeny,
Dusk receives; his hands don't reach
The wind blows; laugh for this
My mother was a car and I a lawnmower
My mother was a spatula and I a spoon
My mother was a can of beans and I a fart
My mother was always one step ahead
And I tried at every step to keep up
But in the end it was I who simply floated away
(8/22/26)
Follow me
Follow me to highest peak of existence
Where a change is a simple answer
Answer to the prayers and tribulations
Answer to the World’s problem
A solution which i had in mind
Hold off on self destruction thoughts
Outlets to ugliness in certain Satanic minds
Silence the thoughts of conquering the world
Disturbed thought and being absurd
Logically thoughts should mild and gentle
Leading to a Peaaaaaaceful world,
Follow mw there
w.t.Bacon/ASF Jr,
3/23/2029
Fighting fire with gasoline
Splitting towns to rubble bits
Heroes keep doing their thing
In full knowledge it’s not worth it
Living only by submission
For the money they can’t spend
Dying by warlords decisions
This I fail to understand
Hostages of mortal hate
They’ve no peace in their souls
Bet they can’t negotiate
Yet they do perform their roles
Whom do they deceive, I wonder
Why this utter shame we see?
Does humanity go under
Back to tribal pedigree?
Love, no one will carve our names
No pillar stands for the unwise
We’re not joining the insane
Nation-minded, country-sized
It’s absurd to fight and fuss
No excuse sounds good enough
Cursed or hallowed, they’re not us
Either we’re not them, my love.
What’s that in the sky?
It is a plane, is it a bird?
No, it is Space Hog
Flying his magic Persian carpet
Wearing his bacon red cape.
Space Hog to the rescue again!
Delivering wavering Muslims and Jews
To the breakfast of their dreams.
In this way the world is made a better place
One serving at a time.
(2/2/26)
Seven months sober. Two months out of rehab takes it toll
Into darkness maybe heard unseen numbers are small on paper,
but they feel like lifetimes to me.
Then you appeared—after all these years—
like a quiet miracle I never expected.
Your message didn’t just reach me;
it woke something I thought was gone.
You’ve brought writing back into my days.
Every word I put down now
is steadier because the way you listen.
It isn’t about making anything perfect—
it’s about breathing in a way
that feels alive again.
I don’t know where any of this leads,
and maybe that’s the best part.
Right now, it’s enough
just to share the late–night thoughts,
the small truths,
the pieces of me I kept hidden for so long.
Thank you for finding me.
Thank you for seeing me.
I’d love to hear what’s been moving through your days lately, when you
Tell me. You excite me every time
When i care to listen
One Couple Of Days Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Charles Messina
Contest Judged: 10/29/2025 5:12:00 AM
( 2nd Place )
Written: October 8, 2025
One couple of days, the moon wore a hat,
and chairs went for walks with a cat in a spat.
They danced on the rooftops, they sang with a spoon,
while clocks told the tales of a flying raccoon.
Umbrellas drank tea in the middle of June,
and spoons held a meeting to debate with a tune.
A jellybean king rode a unicycle fast,
through spaghetti-filled rivers that ran to the past.
Cyclical Reminisce
Pendulum skips one bang to the bead
Triggers the feeling to turn it off lead
Allows memories to run and circulated
Reminiscing promises you once articulated
Deep in mind are the guilt and regret
Keep looking back and wanted to reset
If only not tempted, no hearts will be broken
If only not lusted, no trust will be fallen
Fridays are bluer since the day of part ways
Laughing is not better than shared as always
Messages are sent waiting for responses
Hoping to be seen even it is now nonsense
Memories suddenly comes in cyclical
The unfold pages comes in unintentional
One day the fate will surely cross again
And surely, that will never cause any pain
Scavenging relentlessly
Some critters find food effortlessly
Like possums, skunks and raccoons
Though not one of them carries a tune...
The arctic wolf rarely fills his belly
~ but at least he can howl at the moon
There's no gnus
like no gnus
if you're a gnu
who likes no gnus
but if you're lonely
and agnother gnu
you'd like to see
as two gnu's company
yes indeed
believe you me
altho' it may
seem absurd
no less than
three's a herd
‘Circling the wagons’
is an absurd cliché
‘Cos even stations-wagons
are out-of-fashion today
What would you say, if you have heard
The news that came today
Or rather you won’t say a word
Just let it go astray
What would you say, or maybe think
To say, but you won’t do
Would you prefer another drink
To help a thought come through?
What would you say on deal of peace
They tried to fix for good
You never knew it would be missed
Or did you know it would?
Come drink my wine, bring up your bread
The music sounds so blue
What would you say if all is said
And done, like you would do?
There will be winds, and bending trees
And sun, and rain, and snow
There will be ships in deep blue seas
And more of things you know
One day there won’t be us, my friend
So won’t you share with me
A word or two, if there’s no end
To the absurd we see?
She will not give up her absurd ideas
No matter how strange, bizarre or unplausible they are
Holding them in her wheel well, ready to toss them out to everyone
Defending them up, down and sideways
She learned this from me.
I am her mother.
Who’s not a victim of absurd
Lend me some rationality
To see the best side of the world
I need your bright reality
Won’t you show me how it works
That I'm charged for the actions of those
I didn't vote for and never trust
What does this paradox logic impose?
How could I disarm the army?
If you know, then please reveal
Bear in mind, its only me
Who you talk to, cause I’m real
Not just rhetorical hallucination
Not what you generalize
Under banner of some nation
With all evil that implies
Its just me, hello, I’m here
Can you tell me, like a friend
What I should expect to hear
From the world, that dreams to end?
No so funny, man,
Feeding me spam,
Morbidly yours, all right,
More verbs, how blight,
Don't waste your words,
You're beyond absurd,
Negative chaff and chatter,
Really does not matter,
Get over yourself,
Get off that shelf,
Go get a life,
Signed, your only wife!
No one believes your spam,
Morbidly yours, now scram!
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