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Question any advice from a friend at 1:12 a.m.
— it’s probably unsound—
but better than staring at the ceiling with your thoughts.
The solution to existential dread is just… outfits and vibes.
Last night, as I slept like a baby - or a log - or a baby log -
I dreamt of vintage Gap dresses and 80s ivory pink glam glitter cocktail frocks.
Sometimes the only available response to civilization is
to buy an imaginary vintage Gap dress and call it coping.
And for some reason, I dreamt, briefly, of Trump as Jesus.
If sleep fails to restore the mind, at least it deals vivid
images to decorate our unconscious unease.
Trump thinks of himself as Jesus—but the question is:
Has Trump actually read the Bible?
Maybe Trump doesn’t know what happened to Jesus.
Spoiler: the Romans got cross with him.
Some jokes are so stupid—they have to be true.
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A song for this:
Dreams by The Cranberries
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note: You don’t have to read the Bible, you could stream the movie:
The Bible (1966) directed by John Huston
The bogs’ their fruit – the woodlands’ leaf
embrace a ripened red motif,
as cranberries and maples blaze
Oh Lord, I praise October days.
Where starling murmurations dance
a breathless susurration trance,
ballet in blackbird-shape-shift haze
Oh Lord, I praise October days.
And neath the cumulus, the breeze
colludes with stalks in raspy tease,
unfazed we ramble maize-field maze
Oh Lord, I praise October days.
As apple-cider-sunset spills
behind the bluish granite hills,
I’m grateful for my eyes to gaze
Oh Lord, I praise October days.
When rain does bead on pumpkin’s skin
his smiling face still lit within,
I pray myself be filled Your rays
Oh Lord, I praise October days.
Dragon Holiday
(Be careful what you eat)
Dad and I went hunting on giant’s mountain
They sleep for hours at a time so we climb kinda sneaky
Crawl real slow over their big arms and limbs
And noses that snore louder than the wind
Our hunger grew as we entered dragon valley
We had our sights set on a baby one
They are easy to catch and put in a bundle bag
We charm them with a cookie and a smile
I had dragon burgers on my mind
They say the tail is tender and delicious
We love it with cranberries on the table with side dishes
A young blue dragon galloped up to us and spoke
He said his name was Teddy
I said, my name is Dave. This is my dad
And what a coincidence! I have a bear at home called Teddy
Would you like to join us for Thanksgiving Dinner?
Another coincidence popped up
They too have a holiday the same as us
And call it, The Celebration of Breathing Fire
His mom and dad said yes to dinner
But we couldn't put him in a bundle bag
As dragons don’t like to suffocate
We were so happy to find our talking friend called Teddy
That we could no longer think of serving him as food
Next to the turkey or even as a side dish
Because he was so polite and oh so civil
We simply had him as our guest for dinner
The moral to my story is
Eat your dinner but don’t eat your friends
The end
Created on 10/18/14 for- Fable to the Rescue – Poetry Contest
Journey through forest of evergreen ecstasy
Love is sensual seed planting you planting me
Emerald hugs enchanting
Hearts that sing fly and denim dream
Floating with fuchsia fairy wings
Eyes that wink blink purple please
Fulfilling needs creating fantasies
As breeze from lips to hips curvy and free
Blowing mind trees
Thoughts fall like leaves
Creating a carpet of cranberries
We live and laugh as happy fairies
Drinking dew and consuming cherries
Meeting seas of needs making merry
Currency is mercy we are caring
What a happy place to be
In this forest of evergreen
Where love grows wild and free
Silver souls float and are smiling
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Writing with blue marine and blue sky,
Carrier pigeons based on traditional Christianity,
On lungs, oriental and occidental,
Like Rome and Byzantium,
Notes G and A,
The green olive branch
For the world of Protestants,
Some tentative steps of Reformation against giants and dwarfs,
Coptic and Ethiopian icons in orange,
Red wool in Tibet and Nepal,
Purple violet in the synagogue, here it is the color of preference,
Note B musical,
Light yellow linen for Puritans in spiritual Samaria,
Note E,
The body's temple with the natural rainbow of Noah, David's dance's guiding,
Honey for the eyes,
The rain of Grace,
Blood of the vineyard,
If you bring water,
Like the Samaritan woman near Jacob’s well in dialogue,
May recognize false gurus, fake husbands,
Before the autumn, fall,
Not that grasshopper, dragonfly,
Who arrives in winter and on the Sabbath,
Old, cold, and formal,
Lame and hunchback,
Say the ant,
The good ant bringing spring’s water to the wedding at the Canes,
Good Samaritan with this wine and gold of virgin olive oil in the informal sacrament,
The virginity of the common heart in the paradise of health and life,
Like Tobias and Sarah, Joachim and Anne, blessed parents,
Man of the Third Secret of Fatima,
Father in the forest with cranberries,
Injured brother,
I ask for vengeance,
For this artificial catastrophe in my country, among the people of the Lamb,
Colors of virtues, lines of the way of life by humble providence,
On paper scroll, I draw,
An angel who always sees the Face of the Father and reflects Him with inspiration,
Sign of Jonah in Snow White's hand,
Christmas star, little prince,
The lighthouse against the growing tsunami...
It was my first Thanksgiving dinner as his wife
so I wanted the meal to be perfect in every way
But...trembling in fear, I cut my finger with a knife
It was the beginning of a day in piteous disarray
I didn't know a turkey would take so long to thaw
and I couldn't defrost the fat bird in the microwave
Agitated, I was afraid I'd have to serve it half raw
so, I parboiled it a while. My predicament was grave
The cranberries were cooking and started to pop
Then I noticed my sore finger was bleeding once more
Blood fell into the sauce pan; more than just a drop
Gotta serve it anyway. No time to go back to the store
My mother-in-law, Mary Ann, had a smirk on her face
She looks like a wild rabbit, both have wrinkled noses
I bedecked the table in my cloth of embroidered lace
finger bleeding again from thorns, darn those roses!
It's a Murphy's Law day for me cuz I've developed a tic
Face is twitching, but the turkey's roasting in the oven
People bustling in my kitchen. It's a comedy of slapstick
Cousin Benny wants a taste of my cornbread stuffin'
STUFFIN'? NO NO! I hadn't given the dish a thought
Could I make it from potatoes? I've got piles of those
I needed a drink; my frazzled nerves were distraught
Then sozzled Uncle Frank started taking off his clothes
We filled our plates as hubby, Jake, carved the bird
I gasped when I saw a bag of something on the platter
Mary Ann shrieked in laughter and shouted, "My word!!"
I had no clue it was in there. I became the Mad Hatter.
To the kitchen I retreated to ready the apple crumble
A laxative added to Mary Ann's to give her the poops
After dinner she dashed and crashed in a nasty tumble
I smiled with satisfaction and simply exclaimed, "OOPS."
As I gaze, into a child's eyes
I see the joys of Christmas past
I see the hope that used to be
Wonderful to be so young and free
A child's eyes, all bright with wonder
At Santa s promise of xmas plunder
Singing carols, under mistle toe
Rum eggnog kisses, make our cheeks so glow
Snowballs and sleds, all of winters fun
Turkey stuffing, cranberries and rum
Glad tidings given to young and old
May god bless for sins untold
The angels dancing in the sky
Now its time to say good bye
This Christmas carol has come to end
For I will soon be far away
Watching over infants play
Heavenly bliss is mine eternal
The young will grow, and dance and sing
The cycle continues, on angel wings
They will travel down St Nicks road
And hear stories from the old
For laughter will be, the days only menu
As life unfolds, one and all say adieu
At the closest point, Russia and the U.S.
Are less than two miles apart
If an altercation breaks out between them
Using bikes instead of tanks would be smart
Baby robins eat 14 feet of worms a day
Eeew! That's pretty gross to me
If you're a baby robin though you'd be anxious
To slither them down with glee
Cleopatra married two of her brothers
Might have considered it if I had one
George Washington grew marijuana in his garden
A pothead before President he'd become
Q-Tips were originally called “Baby Gays”
For obvious reasons, not a good idea
Tablecloths were originally meant to be towels
To wipe your face after eating tortillas
Cranberries are sorted by bouncing them
Ripe ones can be dribbled like a basketball
Hope their floors are immaculately clean
Else yours truly would be really appalled
Ancient Egyptians slept on pillows of stone
Guess they'd never heard of a Temper-Pedic
Must have got up in a pretty foul mood
Uttering phrases that weren't too comedic
Did you know Burt Reynolds is a Cherokee
Well Kimosabe, that's a new one on me
A ball of glass bounces higher than a rubber ball
Who owns a ball of glass, that's silly
In our lifetime, we grow 590 miles of hair
Imagine if we never got it cut
We'd need a special valet trailing behind
To make sure in a door it don't get shut
Lightning generates temperatures 5 times hotter
Than those at the surface of the sun
One ragweed plant releases a billion grains of pollen
Allergy sufferers don't think that's fun!
Yesterday I was in the parched, red desert, where it pours only seldom,
Bearing joy for varicolored cacti blooms, a silvery shower, very welcome.
This morning I deluged the green, pathless forest, at the dawn of purple.
Tomorrow, wet footsteps will travel, down the tree-lined street of myrtle.
In wild days of ago, my fervor caused floods, as I danced in dewberries;
Then a soft, yellow sun spun rich gold, making cherries and cranberries!
While there is gladness everywhere I go, my sporadic errors humble me,
Like an errant wind which blows off course, tenacious, golden honeybee!
I felt your breath against my cheek
Like this exact day last week
Hand runs softly through my hair
You tell me that I look so fair
Our love ages like a phoenix
“Do you even really mean this?”
But I cannot ever deny
Those butterflies I feel deep inside
Cheeks are redder than cranberries
Made me feel horribly merry
When you placed kisses on my forehead
Before I went to bed
Hold me underneath the skies
On these dark cold nights
My sweet boy, I’m always here
As long as your heart holds me dear
My Adonis, arms soft like velvet
Those giggles, I can’t help it
Love you more than soft blue skies
And fluttering monarch butterflies