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Who knows not where a wasp does wear his sting? In his tail.
In his tongue.
Whose tongue?
Yours, if you talk of tails: and so farewell.
What, with my tongue in your tail?
Nay, come again, Good Kate;
I am a gentleman.
—William Shakespeare, The Taming of the Shrew
(exchange between Petruchio and Katherine)
Love looks like blue skies, nay.
Today is the tango of sister twisters.
Innuendos don’t behave. They slave
over the mountains and valleys.
Twines of a forked tongue, devilishly
misbehaving, drunken in delight.
Good Kate, is she kind, his kind of date?
Will she satisfy his intellect, his loins?
Is he a gentleman, this Shakespeare?
Is his lady worthy of remarkable taste?
Petruchio, with his yellow jacket,
prepared to sting, with lover’s words.
Katherine’s falling into the Venus fly trap
as she plays along, bidding farewell.
Petruchio draws her back in
wagging his tail and tongue.
These heavy boots filled by Taylor and Burton
acting in real time and on the silver-tongued screen.
If the ballroom could produce such a tango as this,
Shakespeare himself would rise and erupt in applause.
Charcoal Sheep
Watery eyed thoughts came,
Zap! Pow! a short circuited brain.
Inward turned burned ocular pain,
too many thoughts to restrain
I’m a cheap sheep making my mistakes again.
Smell my seared wool going down the drain.
Ba ba ba, sorta blackish, wishing I was right as rain.
Worlds accessed by my fingertips
help to quicken this sheepish heartbeat.
I bang on my keyboard, DELETE, DELETE!
Ripping out digital scores, sheet by sheet.
Never once listening to warnings.
All the while the other sheep bleat.
Instead I feel my brain drain
as my barnyard thoughts strain.
I can’t translate what they’re saying,
but I feel them point and complain.
My paradigm won’t shift though,
I have a glass ego to maintain.
So I download my brain
into my mainframe.
I’m watching you fake shepherd boy,
black sheep never sleep.
Into the darkness
we’re destined to creep.
We have those sad sadistic secrets
you’ve burdened us to keep.
So I smudge charcoal thoughts
dangerously deep.
I prefer paths, dangerous and steep.
Within the silence of the lambs,
you devilishly relish hearing me weep.
You defile fleece as white as snow.
I resist going where those sheep go.
Their path leads to your fictional rainbow.
They’re not safe even though
they travel slow.
The True Shepherd
wouldn’t lead them to and fro.
I listen to my uneasy queasy feeling
and exit your proverbial row.
I wish I could stop them too
but, ba ba ba,
off to the slaughter they go.
money exercise its demon
money exercise its devilish demon
devilish is devilish of money
devilish is devilish of a devil
a devil is devilish of a devil
a devil is devilish of money
money is financially devilish
money is financially a demon
financially a demon is financially devilish
financially a demon is financially money
money is financially a insight
money is financially a insight of a demon
money is financially a insight of money
a insight of money is a insight of a demon
a devils insight is a demons insight
a devils money is a demons insight
money is a devils insight
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money is a devils insight of a demon
money exercise a devils insight
money exercise a demons insight
I look forward into the light with a new hope
Knowing the darkness behind with which I had to cope
Seeing the war of fear which we always fought
Learning the lessons of faith with which you taught
With you by my side I shall never fall
In the end love always conquerors all
Shadows of pain tried to take you away
Now they have been defeated to bring a new day
The gray cloud of lies tried to smother me
But the sun of truth set us both free
With you by my side I shall never fall
In the end love always conquerors all
There demonic numbers of evil surly were great
But it was no match for our passion and we killed hate
Their minds were devious and devilishly clever
But nothing could stop our souls bond that we have eternally forever
With you by my side I shall never fall
In the end love always conquerors all
Daddy told us not too,
while Mom sourly warned.
Though they scolded,
loud and clear,
we devilishly disobeyed.
Up on that roof top,
at least 30 feet from ground,
carelessly balancing on the shingles,
one step,
two
we were so young,
so adventurous,
the nights lasted decades,
while the stars evaporated fear,
they smiled at our virgin eyes,
and when a gust of wind would catch our balance,
we'd lay under the ratty quilt grandma made.
The night sky was so full of life,
a serenity in a chaos of lights,
forever rotating
yet a fulfilling stillness,
the kind that cannot be broken
Until the day we got caught.
Daddy yelled while we ran threw the window,
preparing for the worst,
hearing Mom's fear in curses,
we both sat quietly,
reminiscing on that freedom,
that longing for serenity.
After taking in the fear-
we went up to our rooms,
and after one tapping on the wall between us,
we both met at the window once more.
Once upon a time, Prunella
dwelt amid a magic wood
a dainty pixie most rare
whose temperament wasn't good
Last one of her purple line
in that dreary, dreaded glen
where beasts ever feared to tread
and mankind had never been
For purple pixies were known
to be devilishly mean
they'd terrified the kingdom
wherever they had been seen
So Prunella lived alone
and pouted, skulked and scowled
and dark nights when coyotes called
she piteously howled
Until one day she found them
some children lost in the wood
and scared the daylights from them
just because she knew she could
The children fawned and pleaded
to appease her rotten mood
this only made her madder
so she copped more attitude
But she'd miscalculated
when she made the last one mad
and felt the ammunition
from that slingshot-wielding cad
Wee bits of sweets kept flying
so like pebbles at her wings
until he ran out of those
then he chucked most anything
Around the wood she darted
avoiding him at some length
until at last she gave out
having used up all her strength
He plucked her from where she fell
and plopped her into a jar
then she began to bargain
as the village wasn't far
But Fred, both shrewd and clever
vowed to keep her locked up tight
'til they all were safely home
and ev'rything was made right...
So she charmed the fireflies out
to show them all safely home
bossily shouting orders
from within the jars glass dome
But once they were safely back
the boy quickly changed his mind
decided to keep Ol' Prune'
(as pixies were hard to find)
And 'though she was mad as hell
and her wings pulsed fiery red
she couldn't help but admire
this precocious, wily Fred
'Though he never let her loose
they became the best of friends
laughing with glee as they kept
his parents at their wits-ends
“What's with these wild ideas?”
They would grouse, and groan, and moan
unknowing those mischief-plans
were a pixie's- not his own!
We have an image of God, being the perfect fatherly creator who sits on
a golden throne and smiles benignly. I know, its just an image but I think
he's got a white beard and a red cape decked in black tassels that smell
like incense and myrrh.
Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Diva I live in heaven with
the angels of jubilee and of course, God.
My passion is to make chocolate to die for (?) pun intended .
Surprise!" I said to God, as he sampled the last of my dark empire winning chocolate congeler. He decided it was a Holy reunion of the palette and the tongue, so he named it tadda !!!! Godiva Chocolates.
Given that he was God, I could not refuse him this one last request .
He told me to go to earth and collect all his dying people. One Godiva chocolate per moribund soul. One, just one he said and then he laughed. So I took the spiral staircase, clothed myself with the sun, and Zoop !
When you come to the end of your journey I will unwrap one for you.
Inside you'll find a message, "welcome, child "
Since I never make two the same you will get your very own.
The devil dances on his coals each time a soul is sweetened and
unarmed. But I don't give a fig cuz King David had that covered, long ago.
I'm not just any ordinary Diva, I am God's Diva and yes my chocolate is named "Godiva" after God and I. "Devilishly good heh ?" Amen !
Jan. 4, 2019
transmitted trashy talks
(partially presented pablum pertaining
particularly - president ***** (PAC -
phallic action cum mitt tee)
portfolio playboy philandering)
baneful boorish boastful bullheaded
Brobdingnagian beastie boy balks.
conspicuously cavalierly crudely curtly
cavorts, capitulating, claiming,
championing crying chauvinistic
concupiscence, coital cupidity caul
king crooked cowboy cakewalks.
Donald daringly, dastardly, defiantly,
demonstrably, deplorably, deprecatingly,
devilishly, divinely dumbfounded,
duplicitously desultory, debauched, duckwalks.
eccentric effrontery, egregiously enervating,
excitedly exculpatory, extremely evil eyestalk.
"fake," faultily fervently fiendishly flagrant
fool, frightful.
gaffe galling, gamesome gawker, generating
gerrymandering.
harboring hectoring heinously hellishly
hideously horrendously horrible hulk.
ignominious illicit ilk, imbecilic immodest
immoral impetuous, impishly impudent,
incarcerate, incinerate indecently, indecorous,
iniquitous, intently intolerant, irascible
irksome, itching ii incite iv iiiiii ix intercourse izards.
jowly jackass jackdaw jackknifing jaywalking
jumping jerk, jilting jinn.
knowingly keeping kryptonite, kinky Kardashian
kvetches, kris kringle ken kool, kissing kitty,
kosher kumquats kippered, k-nine kooky korps,
kowtowing ku klux klan kinsfolk.
legal leafstalk lawlessly locked, lacerated,
lambasted, languished lost lively lust,
limped, legal levity limited.
menfolk made macho mission. many moons
monthly mandate marked maybe mars,
mercurial maladroit monkey manumission modified
modus mystifying maze moonwalk.
Is our love a dance macabre?
A dilly dallying with death?
Or a mystic encounter of unabated love?
Will it last? Will it end?
So many questions left unanswered,
So many uncertainties attested,
All cumulative in a death wish
As emotions run devilishly amok.
My soul screams with this unpredictability,
Its echoes rampage through my veins,
As bubbling blood courses through
Twisted arteries, through havoc and chaos.
Is it the folly of chained love?
The unearthly silence of togetherness?
My lips pronounce your name but no one answers.
I realize my questions will never be answered.
Our togetherness is but a charade,
Shadows dancing in a moonless night.
Your allure is just too much to bear,
I dare keep it no more
So let our ways head into different tracks.
Henceforth I'll dance alone.
A dance macabre.
I can see difference,
but also sameness,
between neurological networks
and internal/external co-empathic sensory experience
InBetween metaphor and analogy
reflecting contrast and cooperative comparisons
between natural perception
and spiritual feelings
Of confluence/dissonance
with and without
all that is Holy
and Dissonant
Persistently
devilishly against all we feel holonic
organic
synergetic
interdependent
creolizing
integral.
A root metaphor
for this win/win creative intention
invites a seed's natural potential
to experience a healthy spiritual root system
embedded in a polyculturally wealthy experience
of naturally spirited EarthGaze
Nights and Days
for co-invested wellness
of universal health
ConCelebrations
for unitarian wealth
ComPassions.