I have never had a sense of belonging, I have always been strange to a common Joe in the streets, I have remained resolute in my weirdness, a courageous individual of note, I have always chased clouds, my pen has been a friend to me, a loyal friend indeed, powerful beyond measure, I use it to strike the nerve in this resource driven society, the most outspoken genius Outcast in the history of outcasts.
Joe Outlaw, has done now; much too
much time, in prison...No sense
or reason, neither rhyme'
I call to you Joe.' I am aware of your plight' your
Stout hearted protests, you've got some
clout' and fight ! You have scaled the
rooftops, and smashed up some glass,
against a brutal system, you
display some real class, I give you
Joe Outlaw people,.! Remember His name.' To
The authoritys regime, he's caused some
Pain.' And thats well deserved, its
clear and plain'
Shout out, spread about the truth
my friends..For it will out.' Joe Outlaws
Name. Is well worth the shout.)
busy coffee shop
poor Chings fingers chiming
on cash register
Ceclia prepares
hot and cold beverages
my favorite girls
;A mother and daughter team at my favorite coffee shop called Northstar coffee station in Piqua Ohio+
Auntie Jean was making fun of two quirky curvy dances today
they both looked at me; one sent a happy wink and nod my way
I thought they were marvelous, and resolved to grow up to be like them
First, I resolved to gain a bunch of weight, not to be persnickety and thin.
Auntie Jean liked to make fun of others, but Uncle Joe never did this.
He was a corpulent guy whereas she was a mean, nasty old priss.
my best friend knows my stories, has my back, laughs with me
He and I share two dogs, they are our babies, Maxie and Maddy
We are silly enough to call ourselves their mommy and daddy
Been together for fifty-seven years, my best friend and me
My best friend misses me when I am gone, which is a rarity.
We are evenly matched in wit and wisdom, in complete parity.
My friend and I both have hazel eyes and dark hair, but I dye mine.
We take turns napping now, because babies want one up all the time.
There are so many reasons that I love my best friend, impossible to choose.
He knows me better than anyone else; can find anything I misplace or lose.
Knows what foods to buy, so he does the grocery shopping.
He also does the laundry, this man is a dynamo who is forever hopping.
We can finish each other’s sentences,
so claim we are redundant all the time.
I guess the best thing about my best friend
is that since 1968 he has been mine.
Broadway Joe, Like Decio's
Design!
Broadway Joe Like Decio's
Our .... Climb!
Never had I heard a flutter so clear!
nor more distinct than the settle of midnight wings;
Soft gray wings spreading, fanning
coming to gentle fold,
soon to follow, a nightingale's song,
lilting the air.
Such a blessed union is rare!
Light and dark shadows tranquilly sharing space
One perfect moment seemingly forgiving,
as gentle as the harmonious embrace,
of bird and sky !
Never have I felt so powerful against the night !
no more indefinite than a feather in the wind.
My heart beating slow as time
comes to a standstill before the soft caress
of a nightingale in flight!
Chiaroscuro moments on the soul
oh how I wish that I had wings
to fly and meet him in mid air....
never had I heard a flutter so clear nor a song
so very dear to me...
The End.
A creation by Joe and Mystic
I give thanks to the man who began this venture
and gave me a chance to fly with it lol
Tom Woody and Joe Dimino..Gave me thought.?? Got me
Looking..' this is some-thing to-know.!! I was spurred to
Expand on the Gospel of John, by Toms good comment
Helpfull and strong..Joe's onions..? Er I mean opinions.!!
Well they'd got my thoughts on the roll.!!! Scroll??? About Robin Hood
( and little John..' Or was it John little.??? I essayed a smile
And short internet stroll.' search concluded.' It was as I'd suspected and f A Christian Author was found..
Howard Pyle, so here I was, (on solid ground!!!) We'd connected..A most gifted man I
(Stand in awe) not of Pyle..May I add' yet OF OUR MIGHTY
LORD...!!!) HE is working He has worked He is working
Still.! Through ( Tom Joe and Howard ) in clarity through the
Din..Of this worlds false teaching.. His will.' What have we lost???
A golden epoch When Howard was hot.? A painter a writer
A lifter of faith a man of God.!!! And yet I haste.. To add
There is more.!!! What riches await??? This Great God and
Our Father Lord of all states.' His promise is real He alone
Can deliver.!!! My spirit now on fire..I say (let the ether shiver!)
Joe lisa said, she wanted to forgive
and forget her pain.
I couldn't let her live,
she had to pay the price for trying.
She was living on the edge,
she never knew the floor was caving in.
You get what you give,
when every road is a past mistake.
They will never let you live,
when dying is all that they ever did.
Just spinning on the edge,
spinning on the edge of a life and death
But you learn to forgive,
when you're spinning on the edge of your life and death.
Hot coffee
black coffee
really has the means
when I sup but half a cup
to make me feel
quite full of beans
only one requirement tho'
no decaf if you please
and altho' born in Kenya
where the coffee grows
why it's called
'a cup of Joe'
I'm sure I do not know
but
hot coffee
black coffee
is the best ammo
when I do a mug or two
to give me the right
get up and go
Today my thoughts are on Master Sergeant Joe D.
my brother who was four years younger than me.
Growing up Brother Joe was always the battler,
he took no one’s “stuff” and was never a prattler.
At twenty one I entered and Brother Joe came soon,
to the Army’s ways Joe seemed to quickly attune.
He rose to Master Sergeant in his twenty-three years,
four tours in Nam kept family in prayer and tears.
He was highly decorated and many proclaimed a hero,
but when life all boiled down it amounted to zero.
He disappeared from family for thirty plus years,
all this time we searched, prayed, and shed tears.
For his country he did things he couldn’t forget,
then died lost from family, in a sea of regret.
Joe isn’t there but a headstone marks his spot,
to remind of his surviving the Viet Cong onslaught.
His life is a shadowbox that hangs on our wall,
I’m reminded of Joe each time I enter the hall.
So today, I pray that for life choices he did atone,
as for me, Joe will never become as a forgotten stone.
Eskimo Joe took a liking to Nebraska Flo
His bro said, oh, no, not her, no, no, Joe!
When Joe was with Flo, they each had a glow
Bright as flashing bulbs at a Kansas light show
Love for each other continued to grow
Joe helped Flo plant, weed, garden, rake and hoe
Their romance was fast, it was never slow
Flo showed Joe how to use a crossbow
He refused to kill a buck or a doe
But their love was intense, there was no kind of woe
His friends and her friends, his foe and her foe
These lovebirds got married in Tijuana, Mexico.
He was born in Groesbeck, Texas and his name was Joe Don Baker.
Sadly, after living for nearly nine decades, he needed an undertaker.
He attended North Texas State College on a sports scholarship.
He starred in "The Living Daylights", "Cape Fear" and "Joysticks".
When I say that he was a very talented man, it's not a joke.
He died of lung cancer which proves that people shouldn't smoke.
After living for eighty-nine years, he perished and it's a shame.
Joe Don Baker was a skilled actor who was destined for fame.
[Dedicated to Joe Don Baker (1936-2025) who died on May 7, 2025]
Joe works the gas station,
they still do full serve,
tops you off with a big grin,
if you wait your turn.
Chats with all the tourists,
shows them where to go,
that’s why everyone in town
calls him Fill’er-up Joe.
Fill’er-up Joe,
whoa, whoa, whoa,
Fill’er-up Joe,
don’t go slow,
folks need gas,
don’t you know,
they’ll all come back
for another go.
Works the bar for night shifts,
only one in town,
there’s no head when he pours beer
the folks guzzle down.
Chats with all the ladies,
makes the liquor flow,
all his friends, when nighttime comes,
call him Fill’er-up Joe.
Fill’er-up Joe,
whoa, whoa, whoa,
Fill’er-up Joe,
don't go slow,
folks need booze,
don’t you know,
they all come back
for another go.
Sometimes those young ladies
take a shine to him,
the man’s not that bad looking,
they fall for his grin.
The man’s got no money,
but those girls still go,
the next day his buddies smirk,
“Did you fill’er-up Joe?”
Fill’er-up Joe,
oh, oh, OH!
Fill’er-up Joe,
please go slow,
girls need love,
don’t you know,
they all come back
for another go.
there once was a fella named Joe
whose hairstyle's a wonky Afro
to the barber Joe went
Who repaired his head dent
Joe returned bald headed like Moe!
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