Our fridge is quite the crazy scene
in hopes my girl will eat.
Miss Judy brings juiced tangerines;
a glass is such a treat!
My girl is not a fan, it seems,
of watermelon-lime,
but as for me, I’ve high esteem:
so nuanced and sublime!
Our freezer’s stocked with sorbets now,
hope it’s not untoward,
but secretly, there’s one or two
I hope my girl abhors.
Limited by our senses
Limited by smells, sight, sound
Limited by tastes and touch
Yet somehow
We sense there are mysteries ...
beyond them
A sixth sense
Embedded in our brains
The Pituitary gland
A doorway to the imagination
Where there’s a revolving door of neurons
All juiced up on Angelic power
A gateway of ganglia
Blueprinted from ages of DNA evolution
All up in our business with revelations
A continuous reconstruction zone
Especially created to regulate growth
Both literally and spiritually
The philosophical phlegm
That secretes like God goo
Inside of me
Inside of you
Inside all of us
ew
IN THE UPLIFTING OF THE CHILDREN
(A 5-7-5 Nourishing Free Flow)
Human sunflower:
That’s the beauty that you are;
Continue to bloom.
You’re a fruit of God,
Loaded with seeds of success:
Juiced with ambition.
Be the you, you are,
A sacred child of God's love:
And He’s errorless.
You are the sunshine,
And moonlight in our blessed life:
Glory to God.
Remember this truth:
Only God can be perfect;
Just seek to be good.
OF TODAY’S POLITICAL GARDEN
Today’s new Eden–
Apples of tribulations,
Juiced with oppression:
New sneaky snake enticing,
Wiggling his sneaky red tongue:-
Night falls in neon showers
Here in the nocturnal simmer of summer
slick city blacktops spark electric.
The juiced-up take to their cars,
pull into fast food haunts
where glazed eyes
return to two-way mirrors,
others fall without noticing
into a numb subliminal hum
an electric divining of something bad
to come.
An ear crawling buzz,
the static clutter of criminal minds
distorts the crests of overheated airwaves.
distant thunderheads pop like
galvanic mushrooms.
Light bulbs vanish
behind lighthouse eyes.
Under a canopy of magnetic shine
liquor stores promote a glow and fizzle,
a hissing power that backlight's
both beer can and bottle,
and we who drink
are thankful for the way
such strung-out needs carry us
in and out of our dreams
until, of course, as always,
a stark, accusatory dawn
jangles its steel-bright
jailhouse keys.
Bushel of berries,
sapphire sky will sweat laughter.
Juiced up will bare fruit.
when accused of blither-blather
seek shelter in the moment, rather
than plunge right in confrontationally
into a bottomless pit of calumny
remember to count to ten again and again
ramp it up to a thousand, don’t pretend
if you’re still hot, don’t plead that you’re not
or let bygones be bygones and all that rot
‘coz the chickens always come home to roost
when and if you’re still juiced
you just might slice that swollen face wide open, catsup-red
then hallucinate as into grinning spiders it is shhh-RED
*******
If the horror you've just read
fills you with naught but dread
Try not to lose it, jughead ~ pray hard
before you go to bed
~ Dr. Jack Ell
Justly, the old year ends;
Jabbed by New Year's Ball to
Journey down fresh, rich starts.
Junk lame ways, create change-
Joy to have first month's slate;
Jotting down thoughts anew-
Juiced January reigns!
Time for a poet is
a Pinata of Words
It is dawn, I am up
to crack one open
flip the tab
juiced, ready to swing
and twirl!
Gallagher, likewise in the front row. Green
melon astringent holds bodily form. Flesh
seems harmless lying on the butcher’s table.
Rank and file juiced up for the battle. “Wizard-
of-Odd” holds high, like Thor, his “Sledge-O-Matic.”
"canon service"
“We follow the rules here”, he said incorruptibly
like he was untainted as holy water
from the incorruptible font,
he had an upward inflection in his voice
at the end of every punctuated point,
delivered like a canon service
his gun and bullets were larger
apparently...he was high, the pulpit lofty
far above the soaped-up sinners
some of us inside were grinning
too much alter wine
he was probably juiced,
then unctuously he shared his fat sermon
as if to convey to the congregated
a good and proper sluicing,
the service was poetic
no hymns in this church
salvation tamborines
to beat the devils out,
some of us inside were grinning
Candide Diderot. ‘23
canon.
cannon.
“God within me is the enjoyer of the aroma,
like this dopamine boosting flavor I taste.
I surrender all pleasures to the dweller of my heart,
breath by breath so that my soul may be chaste”
He is the one that loves me and watches me night and day
as I sip my coffee I ponder on my future and His way
How can I yield to Him when my hopes are on the fringe ?
A caffeinated woman highly stimulated by life, unhinged
like the fences of my childhood past, ...
He is the scent that clings to my bones at my most secret hour
the shadow that never leaves me, my Babel Tower
How can I be obedient until death when life continues to shower?
Juiced up to the max by life's contours I tend to cower
like the deer in the forest I shrink away fast, ...
He is the light at the end of a long and darkly tunnel
a few prayers on the lips and I am able to leave this jungle
How can I serve Him best, when all I do is stumble
revved up like a strong cup of espresso I can only guzzle
like a thirsty beggar, without a solid repast.
Jack and the Beanstalk was exaggerated some
I know ‘cause I heard the real tale from my mum.
She was high when she told me, filled up with rum
I was terrified at her “fee fie foe fum!”
Jack was my uncle, and he kept that bean stalk
But could not climb it when he was too old to walk
He got stuck for a day, had to be rescued by me
Then the beanstalk dissolved, so it no longer “be”.
I pictured my uncle climbing the stalk, way up high.
He was a portly, asthmatic, arthritic kind of guy.
I do not want to say that I think my mom would lie.
But she gets crazy when she is juiced up so high
Caramel fudge
is particularly nice
and consumed with delight
is gone in a trice
bananas however
although quite sublime
only get eaten
but one at a time
strawberries face a different demise
commonly held in highest esteem
are nevertheless
devoured by the bowlful smothered in cream
whilst a juicy ripe orange
when removed from its peel
whether eaten or juiced
to a thirst is surreal
not forgetting the apple
enjoyed in its skin
and crunched in big bites
is no longer a sin.
Start with a red onion and dice it all up.
Then slice up some mushrooms (no more than a cup).
Saute in some oil in a cast iron pan;
it quickly will soften in a few minutes span.
Then separate the leaves from those lovely red stalks,
and set them aside for less time on the clock.
Chopped up like celery, add the stalks to the mix,
and toss in some sea salt for a nice, subtle kick.
Then roll up the leaves like a big fat cigar;
slice it ever so thin, like the chef that you are.
Toss in the greens and a fresh lemon, juiced,
and stir on low heat till the volume’s reduced.
Voila! It is ready, a colorful treat;
low cal and delicious, red chard can’t be beat!
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