The doctor told us,
“He doesn’t have long left to live”.
He could say that again,
I already know,
So his voice to me is nothing but howling winds.
Blowing angrily,
Trying to devour my hopeful,
‘Maybe-pointlessly-so’ grin.
But really these are times we thought we’d grieve.
Sitting at the foot of his bed,
Just staring like this feeling isn’t really grim.
Everyone’s smiling,
But we came here thinking he’s probably dead,
Everyone’s lying,
Saying we always believed in him.
These tears were hiding,
Couldn’t believe it when we saw,
Just him in the hospital bed,
With a smile.
A pointless,
Hopeful,
Grin.
FROMAGE BADINAGE
Some cheeses improve with age
But, in danger of being verbose
Just serve me plain and mature
Yellow, without that thick rind
And tastier on the tongue, I find
Not fancy, with that false allure
As some blue veins are varicose
But wait, there is a war to wage
Never the plastic American kind
But calling it sharp, it’s still bland
Some made backwards, as Edam
There’s French ones, some smelly
I’ve seen them advertised on telly
As cheese, Philadelphia is a sham
And yet so few dairies understand
Please keep it natural, not refined
A few odd cheeses can squeeze by
As Greek Feta or Cyprus Halloumi
From Italy, there is Mozzarella too
For pasta, it is Parmesan, of course
With a true origin one can endorse
All should be entitled to their view
I report what I taste, so just sue me
And crumbly cheese makes me sigh
When Father Ted farted in church
The Bishop (who looked just like lurch)
Said ‘say six hail Mary’s
then keep off the dairies’
I know cos I’ve done my research!
Just before you stand in the pulpit
Do digest a small charcoal biscuit
Then clench your butt cheeks
So no foul wind leaks
Be mindful in church where you sit!
If there’s flatulence neath your attire
Just ensure you’re stood next to the choir
As it really annoys
All the little choir boys
To giggle is all they desire!
08/30/21
Hello Josie. Thank you for meeting me at the sunflower field of cheer.
Have a slice of pumpkin pie. Your hot sweet apple cider is right here.
We’ll collaborate on a poem about bunnies, cats and hairy tooth faeries.
Visit the cow barn where giggly gingham girls take care of these dairies.
Giggling about a Prince Charming who might come into the barn.
You and I will roll our eyes, but allow them their youthful fictional yarn.
If we decide to collaborate on poetry, we might get goofy and funny.
Together our book would force Lulu to give us plenty of money.
I imagine that farting women would be a topic of interest to us.
Neither of us fancy, prim, girly, proper or attached to great fuss.
We might have so much fun we would talk steadily into the night.
If you agree to fly to Kansas, you might well miss your return flight.
People living, feeling, caring bring comfort,
City people or country folk both enjoy strawberries,
Hick town people have plenty of space,
Suburban people new to earth’s cities draw dairies.
My people can contact your people who are beautiful people,
International people serve dessert people in sweet way,
People who need people, loving people, Christian people beautiful sway,
Peoplehood one united voice and service nationality pay in sun’s ray.
Queen’s people smile in Victorian delight,
Youth builders of nation – college people enthusiasm flow,
Music people brighten royalty people and the populace,
Humans voice people power, citizens of prosperity aglow.
Comfortable down-to-earth wholesome people smile,
Heaven’s rays touching caring people with serene comfort and peace,
Farm people grow wheat to bake spice cakes for sharing,
Mountain people and desert people shine using life’s lease.
Professional people helping working people with thoughtful consideration,
Traveling people hop on the people mover enjoying the ride,
Rodeo time in town welcomes western people on horses,
Family, relatives, ancestors bring tide of love far and wide.
The man, the woman, the ship, and the sea.
Don’t you wish we were having camoille tea?
The bachelor, the maid, the valentines day girl,
Don’t you wish we could swish in countrified swirl?
The paint, the brush, the palette and the knife,
Don’t you wish that you were colorful like fife?
The Forests, mountains,oceans, meadows,and prairies,
Don’t you wish we had some milk in our dairies?
The toddler, the three, the five and or six,
Don’ t you wish that we could shuffle board mix?
The Bear, the Belly, and the BumbleBee.
Don’t you wish, you were commando, like me?
The paper, the pencil, the syllables, and such.
Don’t you wish you always had the magic touch?
When acting angry, behavior challenged, enraged, threatening, buly-fied, and mad.
Don’t you wish our parents and teachers would just realize we’re acting out our sad?
Writing is my passion,
Reading is my companion,
Imagining is my fashoin
and poetry is my voice.
When you're in your own little bubble,
your own little world,
full of action and fighting,
full of romance and sadness,
along with a touch of happiness.
Dairies full of wonderful thoughts,
books full of wonderful words,
fairy tales full of magic!
And poems full of thought.
Blossoming like a flower,
like an explosion full of colours,
are words full of power
and poems full of wonder.
They are such a big part of our lives.
So when you wake up in the morning,
And the sun has just started rising,
you know that ahead of you,
lies a day full of beautiful words,
Oh, such beautiful words.
What if the world we harbored in didn't exist?
Can there be any such thing as an evil pacifist?
Or religious terrorist?
The good intention behind Schindler's list?
Are we really free?
Does the blind one really see?
Ruled by the one-eyed king?
The lullabies of Death will forever sing
To those distracted by all the "bling"
The Halls of Mirrors never cease to ring
Infected minds, poisoned by the sting
Caused by the pain of the snake bite
Of the Unholy Rite
Humans are rendered docile & trite
Think about that before you bite
The burger that clogs your arteries
With the grim origins of slaughter houses
That resemble psychopathic armories
& then trace it back farther, to the dairies
The dreams of the masses will never truly manifest
Unless, we stand united against the unruly ways of Corporatocracy
For Michael Jacksoon=)
May He R.I.P
Do you remember?
when we fell inlove
and i found myself on the end of your steps
When i was at your 7th floor just yesterday
Did i say yesterday?
Meant last year
Seemed like i just saw how u smile
When i said yes
And when i forgave you
The first ever time you hurt me
I saw that guilt
And i knew you were hurting
Do you remember how it felt?
Now put me in your shoes...
Its like you left me near the rain
Were we loved in the waves
And now the sun cant go down
My lamps already gone out
Fish me a pair of my glasses
Let me go through these dairies
In my heart
All for my Past and still present love
The vast earth carries
Jungles, deserts, and prairies
Forests, farms, dairies, and
Islands that tend to vary,
Seasons fall upon
Winds the earth spawns
Crimson, emerald, and brown
Pictures are drawn beyond,
The azure drizzles
Aglow, the sun glimmers
Breezes stealthily waft
Followed by
Blowing or waltzing drafts,
The vast earth carries
Sunflowers, roses, and daisies,
Shimmering, lavish gems
Held by varying stems,
Bounty where beauty stands
Stretching afar as it expands upon
The vast earth and its wealthy sands
Carrying jungles, deserts, prairies, and
I-land tending to vary…