Windswept shave emulsifies the face
of the Lake.
The fowl in the air bnb, giggles,
as it scans for exfoliant fish to delicate.
She put her order in over thirty minutes ago.
Well before the Cranes and the Eagles,
but maybe they ordered to go?
Wizard Isle,
if you're gonna act like a French snob
then I will complain about the lack of salt,
(waiter)
how hard is your job?
Why this is culinary assault, inn 'salt !
~Discover Oregon
Joe Biden is a gambler
He’s got rune stones in his shoes
When he steps up to the table
He believes that he can’t lose
So, he places bets without speaking
Using head fakes left then right
And underwhelms us all each morning,
‘Keeps us sleepless every night.
But there is no need to worry
Orange may come after all
You’re laughing now; you won’t forever
If Donald answers the call
If they close the shopping mall.
The Vlad is happily puttin’
Russia’s Future in the Dump
With all the dead, burnt bodies
He stands yelling from his stump
he’ll end up with all the monsters
‘Come before
Stuck inside the Ukraine
With the Afghan blues again.
But there is no need to worry
Orange may come after all
You’re laughing now; you won’t forever
If Donald answers the call
If they close the shopping mall.
(to be continued)
Don't eat the bear
and the bear won't eat you
Don't stomp on flowers
Don't spit on the dew
If you are a bad person
your life will worsen
But if you are good
then there's no need for cursin'
Yoi yoi la la la la yoi yoi la.
Do singers of folk
Please other folk with their folk?
Folk, of course, love folk.
(January 2022)
Amazin’ grace is shinin’ down on me.
I must be doin’ somethin’…
A warbler’s singin’ in a hawthorn tree.
Oh yeah, I must be doin’ somethin’ right.
This bloomin’ garden, she’s lookin’ lovely,
As the clouds above me go their merry way.
There’s truth and beauty in a dandelion.
I must be doin’ somethin’…
It costs me nothin’ and it’s mine, all mine.
Oh yeah, I must be doin’ somethin’ right.
Called Mother Nature a sexy dancer,
Heard an echo answer, It’s my lucky day.
My love and I are walkin’ arm in arm,
I must be doin’ somethin’…
Found a heads up penny and a four leaf charm.
Oh yeah, I must be doin’ somethin’ right.
I view these omens with the suspicion
That the joy I’m wishin’ for is here to stay.
Amazin’ grace is shinin’ down on me.
I must be doin’ somethin’…
A warbler’s singin’ in a hawthorn tree.
Oh yeah, I must be doin’ somethin’ right.
What do you get when the winds move the trees?
When your guard is down and the sun is setting?
When you are loving the world, especially the breeze.
Do you think of the woodsman
Who spared your life?
Do you think of your stepmother
Who made hell of your life?
Or do you relax in the comfort of the seven dwarves home?
Do you put your feet up and make soup from a bone?
Do you open up the cottage window, feeling love in the air?
Are you happy and carefree, Snow White with this beauty in the air?
Do you think of the woodsman
Who spared your life?
Do you think of your stepmother
Who made hell of your life?
Is your guard down, for a good reason, because of your soft heart?
Do you feel cherished and loved, thanks to the dwarfs, mining being their art?
Is your guard down, are you relaxing in your favorite chair?
When the witch comes prancing with her poison apple fair?
Do you think of the woodsman who spared your life?
Or do you think of your stepmother who made hell of your life?
Take caution Snow. Every person who appears regular is not always good.
Lock yourself away safe, baby, in the safety of the wind and the wood.
Set your willy on fire boys,
set your willy on fire
Dance and sing and hop and scream
and set your willy on fire.
Where should I go and just how far
When I am playing on a great guitar?
Up and down its very illusive neck
Before I soon become a total wreck.
Each string I'm sure is supposed to sound
Like no one else should try to be around
Along with me and my magnificent melody
Making it seem like I had a lobotomy.
With my aggressive guitar and brain wave
I will more than likely land in my grave;
Of everyone thought that I was well ahead
But my music is unpopular and by now is dead.
Last licks I got in were short and not long
Making it surely sound like a soft folksong
We thought was sung by Mo, Curly and Larry
Who actually were Peter, Paul and Mary.
jthorn5656@atmc.net
Written March 31, 2013
In the shadows stood a figure
Taller than the diggers
Picking diamonds in the mines
Don't worry now I will be fine
Said the children to their mothers and wives
With a journey comes a question
Maybe two and many more
Why they never close the door in the floor
On coming back to where they're from
To the tune of the black angel's death song
That was it
I'd had enough
So I packed up all my things
And crossed the bridge on a blind man's bluff
Lie blind man can't you see
If you take the road less traveled
You're less likely to unravel
Some will say what a foolish thing
To go around with all your things
In a velvet knapsack on your back
Walkin' 'round in perfect circles
Just waiting for a heart attack
From the dusty plains of Kansas
To the mining in Peru
And chain link fences lining concrete zoos
Caging in the elephants
On 23rd and 7th avenue
That was it
I'd had enough
So I packed up all my things
And crossed the bridge on a white man's bluff
Lie white man can't you see
If you take the road less traveled
You're less likely to unravel