I have no ass
My back goes right into my legs
If I didnt have a belt my pants would fall
Its genetic
My dad also has no ass
I would have never known
if someone didnt point it out
I thought I had one before
who looks at their own butt?
I tried to do squats daily
but it didnt help
Implants arent my thing
I am not gangster
my pants just lay like that
There is no cushion to support my pants
No bump
No rump
Just flat backside.
tip of nose quivers
spatial heart listens
the guru chakra hums
light of Self glistens
chambers of third eye
open petal by petal
throat and crown join in
testing soul’s mettle
spinal implants blossom
poised to play their part
our form is the canvas
displaying this work of art
Beware if you find yourself in a dark dank place
You may become the prey of Old Schnozz Face
Don't bother spraying him with a can of mace
He's a Vampiric creature of the Mosquito race
I detest the sound of his buzz buzzing in my ear
When in bed, that irksome droning sound I hear
That long needle nose is a grotesque thing to fear
I'd put something in his bag that came from a pee'er!
"Mosquito Man, why do you bother wearing pants?"
His reply came across as more angry whirring rants.
If their needles break, can mosquitoes get implants?
He just landed on a painting, one of my Rembrandts
It's way past time for me to put this skeletal pest away
The plan I have in mind will put an end to him, I pray
I've been bitten and harassed for the last time today
I'm taking out the big gun to fry him with a gamma ray!
Stare
Stare
A murder of Drone Crows
Swarmed above the protest
Swivelling above the crowd
Pausing on targets identified
Hacking into their brain implants
"Disperse!"
"Disperse!"
Messages sent along descending
Neural pathways to their feet
Crow demands!
Directive tingles, itches
Pepper smoke
Released
Compliance accomplished
Mission complete...
Crows stack in darkened alleys
Waiting for
Next ignition commands
Stare
Stare
Divine Mother implants Her loving kiss
on any random node in feeble form,
infusing magnetism suffused with bliss,
imbibing which, as God’s light we transform.
With no earthy agenda on our shelf,
for tempests of life, God Himself does tame,
the music of spheres plays on by itself,
as we become the flame that bears no name.
Are we body-mind or are we vast space,
is now a question that has disappeared,
since we hold strobes of light in close embrace,
allowing ourselves to be by bliss speared.
Treading softly on earth in contentment,
we delight in what is, in wonderment.
What is life but a lucid dream,
borne by desires we choose to stream?
When ego cravings we deface,
from pores of space, in-pours God’s grace.
All that’s dear will soon disappear,
so why should we then live in fear?
Upon exiting life’s rat race,
from pores of space, in-pours God’s grace.
The soul and universe are one,
so melding with the cosmic hum,
steps toward home as we retrace,
from pores of space, in-pours God’s grace.
Divine Mother implants a kiss,
felt deep within as boundless bliss.
As love’s benign burns we embrace,
from pores of space, in-pours God’s grace.
Aunt Ethel loves sunbathing nude
Her wizened breasts clearly are viewed
Ethel’s aged ninety-nine
She says, “MY boobs are fine
But surgical implants look crude”
a thousand nodes in the head ovoid
light up all at once humming in unison
emanation of bliss manifests as cool heat
subtler than the subtlest magnetism thus far
these luminous implants pulsate without cessation
as inner polarity of senses savours boons of God’s grace
osmotically absorbed within each pore of feeble form
as it is transmuted gradually into living light of Self
perceived by presence in slow motion beauteous
revealing how seeds of love implanted blossom
magically thus in time dissolved staid silence
Yes, Science Fiction rules,
Predicting our futures,
Viral phobias flooding,
Survival of our immunes,
Building vertical holds sway,
Hi-rise farms beyond,
Atmosphere blown afar,
Surrogate wombs,
Artificial recycling,
Afterbirth of our tribe,
Robotic thought police,
Digital implants, no brains,
Real time, or not,
Are we there yet?
She was dressed like a flamingo floozie
Her big boobs and booty ~ what a doozie!
Wearing a shade of pink
She flirted with a wink
I ran away from Wicked Witch, Soozie
Soozie was once a he-man. Way back when
Turned into a Barbie doll... do ya Ken?
Overdid the implants
Axed the bulge in her pants
I heard tell her name used to be Big Ben
*Finding a balance between writing humor and serious poetry.
I try but will never be as well-rounded as Soozie... Thank Goodness!
Tom Servo decides to enslave Mike and Crow, Gypsy and Cambot. Again.
The pressure of the bad movie
and the ideas it gave him. Just too irresistible
to see how far his childlike imaginings
and tantrumed acting out will take him.
(Crow takes offense),
you are not my ruler! I am your ruler
you Mike and Ike gumball machine !
Oh yeah, where are your calf implants !
Mike: "Woah, come on guys, did the movie
really get to you so much?!"
Joe Estevez is just an actor! Well...
Shut up Mike, you pompous know it all...on guard...!
Emperor-AI taps in, a desperate event,
the battle of robot and humankind.
Drone-bots follow the Emperor into battle.
It is time to subdue them.
(They fix the election and Biden becomes President.)
UFO's increase, wars break out, famine, pestilence, liberal left, the end of the line...
Jugular notch sounds a bliss beat
Forehead gridlines entwine
Our Lord at the crown takes His seat
Spinal implants align
Without thought commotion
With utmost devotion
We sip soma potion
Presence keeps watch
Jugular notch
spontaneity does not rehearse
manner on its presentation
yet rumbling thunder has beauty
within the vast space station
come the morn, in form reborn
ethereal implants etched
they usher a wholeness of being
as consciousness is stretched
In the quartz canvas of the bud
Juvenile love flies like the bird
Wedded Dale implants living truth
Happy and sorrowful make roots
Combined souls enjoy a fond heart
Yes, Birthdays are such fun, for you get something good and something not so good. Let's just say the something not so good is a health issue. My is Sciatica. Ouch. I made 79. The something good is I won a scratchoff prize of thirty dollars and the money has rolled in from there. Smile.
If you have family, they can take you to dinner or throw you a party. If you don't like me, you can throw yourself a party or just celebrate quietly. So far, this year I am havng two knee replacements and teeth implants. But no worries. I expect to take a trip to PR and enjoy myself for Thanksgiving. God willing.
So, if you're getting younger like me or just havig a birthday to celebrate. Enjoy with all the Pomp and Circumstance. Once is all you get, Enjoy It. Can't wait till
my 80th.
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