What a way to begin the week,
A crystal blue sky reflected in a Mediterranean sea.
A Thousand Kisses Deep by Leonard Cohen,
The melody that is, not the words
Waft out from the speaker
Of the beach front hotel
In Port de Pollenca, Mallorca.
I'm biding my time, gazing onto the calm
With, coffee and treat.
There's nothing blue about this Monday
An unexpected moment of,
Bliss and solitude
Takes hold
Where everything is perfect
In a sometimes, imperfect world.
The trumpet players lips caress the melody
of; A Thousand Kisses Deep.
Sending out its waves onto a
Blue Mediterranean bay.
Then a text bleeps,
'Leaving in five.'
I arise, take up my bike and walk
In step and on the right note
For the day ahead.
fancy schmancy corgi Nancy
Dressed all up, and acted prancy
with floral tattoos on her pretty hips
she paraded around in bleeps and blips
Who does she think she is? Asked Bean.
She is the queen, she is the queen.
Nancy nodded, her fur all bright with gleam.
Her parents smiled, she was their sunbeam.
Caught up in a swift maelstrom of my own emotional dances
Showing blips and bleeps of my diabolical solid evil side,
I began twirling myself into my usual schizophrenic frenzy
Was the result pandemonium? Bedlam? A straight jacket?
Ruthless vibrancy flung into an enthusiastic vigor of truth,
In a luminous way I have to admit it was merely another day for me.
What is truly the measure of a man?
Do you even believe that God has a plan?
What’s in your heart, do you follow a path?
How are your numbers, have you tried all the math?
Have you put yourself in center or just revolve?
Is our creation a mystery that you think you can solve?
How is your faith, how far can you leap?
Is your radar clear or just full of bleeps?
What’s important, what keeps you alive?
Is it the size of your house or the car that you drive?
What’s in your bank, are your debts paid in full?
Do you pass through a china shop just like a bull?
Are you the head of your household or just share in part?
Do you have love or hate that dwells in your heart?
Will you help feed the hungry and share your own bowl?
Do you have any equity left in your soul?
I went to vote, the queue ran down the street
Strange to see the British change their ways
None were holding phones nor were there bleeps
Eager faces, animation sweet
Well as it’s free we do not have to pay
I went to vote, the queue ran down the street
The staff were kind, the voters were no sheep
They did not need a shepherd for this Play
None were holding phones nor were there bleeps
The politicians crippled by conceit
Put fake websites on the net today
I went to vote, the queue ran up the street
I alas am old but I still sweat
The stupidity of gossip is made clear
No-one made a video of my seat
I did not queue, a cripple may shed tears
All I have is sight loss and burnt ears
I went to vote, the queue stood with no light
Smiling, patient people black and white
God never said.
"And let their be technology to rule
the world."
Technology has no commandments.
It's a selfish piece of trash.
it's meant to separate you from friends
and family.
With bleeps, jokes and pictures
To replace their loving presence.
There is no love in an iPad..
So, who is behind all this?
He, the one,who wants to overthrow God
And take his place.
He who wants you to believe you
can live anyway you choose.
There is no morality, just pleasure.
There is no uniqueness, no human
treasure
He who laughs at goodness but honors
evil
So that ......the Spriit within us
Is choked, silenced and never seen.
5/10/2019
11:45am PST
in bleeps bassoon, we find
character and creativity
and from each detail it
soughta brings the bass
and treble together
cause together we one
bad mutta ( shout yo mouth)!
Bleeps and bleepers
stand to sing
the bleepin song!
My fourth concussion
and first skull fracture
were my known’s destruction.
Was nearly a decade when
hindsight saw grief factored
into the garbled map
where I tried to track
the me I yesterday knew.
Cognitive skills impaired,
career derailed, finances
math whipped, emotions
and thoughts just blurred passes
as headaches score and scar.
My acceptance bends and bleeps ~~~
how to befriend pain’s trend …..
when my life's held in its reign?
It’s hard enough finding my name
behind all an accident changed.
... CayCay Jennings
December 27, 2018
Santa Claus took from the NON-for Profit
" people who wish to marry fund"
to support his gift giving campgain.
Santa who doesn't eat Venision
heard that the "rights of Modern Men"
were sponsoring a Four Meat supper
to raise money for the
" People who wish to marry fund"
he asked one question, " are they serving Venision?"
the fella said yeah, and taters and yams, and those
sweet, sweet taters. " Oh yeah said Santa,
them po' (Bleeps) gonna learn. "Bife for the We-if"
"not sear the deer". "Things their mothers have done, don't they
know better" " "They have a treasurer who drinks don't they"
"the fella said they sure do boss!" "they sure do!" Santa told him
that summa (beep) is gonna look foolish when
he finds the gift I'm leaving him"
then he got on his sleigh and flow away.
when he returned,(two days later)
he just smiled and said "Christmas is saved!"
and everyone went back to work cheering for Ole Santa!
When asked, "what did you leave the fella for Christmas?"
He told him, " I left the (beep) absolutely nothing"
"I farted in his face when I walked by him sleeping"
#"NOT MUSIC TO MY EARS..."
Beeps, Bleeps, Bells and Whistles in a Hospital Setting, Netting The Feeling to the Ears of Sharp Prickly Thorny Thistles That Nestle's The EARS of One's Very Soul, Rendering COLD Hypnotic, Robotic Timed Unwanted Lyrics In A Setting that's Unsettling and Upsetting...Yet, the Resetting of Unyielding Chimes Define a Disturbed Mind And BODY; I Beg Mercy On Me To Please Stop and Finally Cease...If Only For Few Mere Moments to Receive PEACE And RELEASE From This RELENTLESS CHORUS...
A CHORESOME ACCEPTANCE WITH NO EXPECTANCE OF SUBSIDING.
MEANWHILE, I SWIM AND IMMERSE IN THIS SYMPHONY CURSE AND THE RHYTHMS INSIDE, COINCIDE...
BUT, NOT AGAINST MY UN-WANTING!#
2/3/2018 ©Renee Denise Gross
What makes a pest one?
When the sun is gone,
The mighty song of nocturnal begins
night is alive with their chorus
Of screams and yelps and bleeps
Do they really, truly, want to
Kill?
Diagonal streams now stripe the windowpane
And in them, tiny insects drown and die.
Unexpected ,sudden rain has come.
Those escape who have the wings to fly.
No angels were seen peering at my room
No doubt they have their Sunday wings to press.
No camera ,even with psychotic zoom,
Can catch an angel while she is undressed.
Now the rain has dried and all is sweet
I tend to houseplants standing by the door.
By good luck these houseplants never bleep.
Only in the real world do they flower.
Bleeps and pings are not a natural sound.
But to the artificial we will bound.
It's seven here, yet there it's still five,
she'll be getting off work about now.
And my old computer whirls to life,
it's the best my budget will allow.
The screen bleeps as I check my email,
my heart pounding, eager for our date.
But I'm early; she's not online yet,
so I log onto Skype and wait.
My mind wanders back to our first chat
when the wee hours melted into dawn.
For, with cramped fingers and sleepy eyes,
we failed to notice time rolling on.
Ever since then, we talk every night,
though thousands of miles divide our hearts.
And I can't wait to see her again,
when she smiles, my loneliness departs.
I'm jarred by her message "Hi Babe,"
her romantic greeting transforms me.
And instantly, we're under love's spell,
as the miles dissolve to set us free.
(Quatrain)
4/25/2017
Diagonal streams now stripe the windowpane
And in them, tiny insects drown and die.
Unexpected ,sudden rain has come.
Those escape who have the wings to fly.
No angels were seen peering at my room
No doubt they have their Sunday wings to press.
No camera ,even with psychotic zoom,
Can catch an angel while she is undressed.
Now the rain has dried and all is sweet
I tend to houseplants standing by the door.
By good luck these houseplants never bleep.
Only in the real world do they flower.
Bleeps and pings are not a natural sound.
But to the artificial we will bound.
My heart's chart is a one line
the machine screams and bleeps
A part of mine has gone
Apart it has torn even the spine
couldn't stand alone ,your breath is what keeps
my lungs inhale and even my cheekbone
is weary ,floods of blood my eye weeps
"I miss you" my heart whispers with a mourning tone
to the heart within that leaves
The machine makes a bleeping sign
"God bless you"my heart is a stone
on which your name sculptured ,in my heart alone
the bliss has gone with you ,I 'd forever sleep
Till you came back ,the ups and downs;on that chart
would again be shown
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