It's an important lesson to children, but epically now, a lot of adults might need the bigger picture.
Trucks and dolls are both toys
So it doesn’t matter with which you game
But we all have our preferences
And in that way we are the same
So some will play with trucks
And some will play with dolls
Some will play with both
And some will play with none at all
But if I have learned anything
When ninety-nine is crossed by one
The ninety-nine are just as different-
As those who think like them are none
Categories:
epically, child, identity, kid, youth,
Form: Rhyme
Anna Karenina, by Leo Tolstoy,
approximately 800 redundant pages
of Kafkaesque scoffing
at relentless banalities of economic and political elitists.
Rather like transcribing often inebriated conversations
within all-night insider celebrations
of a ProPlutocracy Party Convention
Or, sadly, a depressed weed-rant
at the end of a long defensive policy debate
among inter-religiously woke Democrats
longing for a win/win DanceParty Convention,
like in the good-old liberally bipartisan ballroom days
Only maybe about 400 condensed
impacted pages shorter
with the remainder quite unliterally
and anti-climatically inscrutable
as planned anti-ecological obsolescence
through mutually partisan assured destruction
Drinking and smoking
through organic Earth's rabidly dark night
denying and/or distracted
from synergetically addressing
our unwell-disorganizing Anthropocene
of epically AnthroNarcissistic
autocratic-monopolistic chaos
Adding nothing more useful
or healthy
or sacred
to Kafkaesque scoffing
at relentlessly drunk banalities
of economic and political elitists.
Categories:
epically, books, humor, political,
Form: Political Verse
Dessert, A Memory You Have, Balloons
(We Met, We Soared And You Flew Away)
A memory we have of our passionate first night
where candles burned almost as hot as our bed.
Can not forget, sweet lust found in your sight,
memorable treasures now resting within my head!
Your joy at prizes worn popping those balloons
sweet kisses atop that stopped ferris-wheel.
They made me so dizzy I saw two bright moons,
as if heaven had suddenly came down for real!
Every day for that month we ate love's dessert
and savored each new and promising sweet dawn
I have never since felt that epically deep hurt
you waving sad goodbye to me on my front lawn!
A memory we have of our passionate first night
where candles burned almost as hot as our bed.
Can not forget, sweet lust found in your sight,
memorable treasures now resting within my head!
12-15-2015
Combination of Three Words - Poetry Contest
2.) Dessert, a memory you have, balloons
Categories:
epically, appreciation, beautiful, desire, loss,
Form: Rhyme
Do you ever feel that tug?
A tug deep inside,
Tugging on your strings,
Playing you like an orchestra.
This epically astounding orchestra,
Never missing a note,
But this orchestra,
It sounds so depressing, all it does is gloat.
Sitting back on this balcony,
Closing my eyes,
Watching the sounds bounce,
Bouncing off this stone cold goodbye.
Coming too, I'm alone,
That stone cold goodbye,
Now a prison,
A stone cold corridor.
Trapped, corridor becoming corridors, in a maze,
Lost, I can't find my way,
I need your help,
But alas, you are gone.
Categories:
epically, philosophy
Form: I do not know?