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Fear not the sleeping Llamas (they dream of grass not you)
Fall not into sin (volcanoes would be better)
Save coupons and your soul (in no particular order)
Read books from left to right (the other way leads to confusion)
Use flashlights to find your matches (All light is good)
Move pawn to king knight seven in chess (a queen is at hand on square eight)
Check your spouse for fleas and adulteries (Both are common)
Pet your pets and feed them frequently (sometimes goldfish are hard to stroke)
Forgive them if they forget to swim or your name (They have small brains)
Eat at diners with short names, short menus and shorter memories
Eat at Joe's (the signs and advertisements say so)
Don't walk on the grass or eat it
Don't wake up Llamas (they are serious about sleep and eating greens)
Come to your own conclusions (Leave leaping and jumping to frogs)
Take the wisdom of the list with you with a grain of salt
(The pepper has gone missing)
Keep mysteries in a box (They live better in tight spaces)
Give them room to breath. (They get by with little air)
Don't panic (Panic is for clowns) (Lists are for people who care)
When they Brought the internet and brought everybody on line,
They made life more interesting.
They made us addicted.
They Made us happy in one sense.
They made everything easier and info was more at our finger tips.
They told us it was a great fun way to spend out time/day.
And a great way to relieve or alleviate stress.
They said Get with the programme.
But they did not warn us to be careful about the addiction threat.
The did not warn us to be careful that this addiction might lead us further apart.
That relationships may become broken.
And that people may develop more selfish and self centered traits.
They did not warn us to make a greater effort to keep friendships and relationships in tact.
They did not warn us that societies would become more segregated and divided,
And that we all needed to make a twice greater effort at caring, interactionism and integrationism.
They did not forewarn us to be careful or prudent.
They did not say take this so called improvement with a grain of salt.
They did not say do it at your own risk and at the risk of humanity as it used to be.
They did not say it would thwart communication with the loved ones around us.
They did not say that instead of alleviating stress it has the opposite effect,
Especially when we stay glued to all those negatives videos,
Like Murder movies, and news.
They never told us that sometimes our weary eyes need a break from their flashing neon led glare.
And that Peaceableness and Peace Of Mind are the best for our aging process.
Just as the deliberately choose to forget to impress on the youth the negative and harmful effects of drugs/dope.
They tricked us.
And we all fell for it, without exception.
I been staring at the water,
looking for somebody’s fault
I found that the river tastes the same
no matter who adds salt
I kept replaying every sentence,
every pause that hit too hard
Seems that’s how a heart’ll memorize
what the mind just calls a scar
I thought the river might explain,
pick a side and tell me who’s who
But it just kept pulling every story
until they all bled into blue
Funny how the shoreline
never begs the tide to stay
It just keeps being shoreline
while the water finds its way
Maybe that’s what hurts the most
not the blame, not being right
Just watching that swaying boat
learn to drift by into the night
So if the river’s got a memory,
I hope that it keeps the laughs instead
Because carrying every grain of salt
ain’t ever raised the dead
sleeping (( COLLABORATION * Don Johnson ))
by~ DON JOHNSON
The Nullabor it does abhor
the desert in it standing
The broken heart
he keeps apart
where Eagles are a landing
kangaroo is prolific cos good seasons bring in millions
they shoot them for the last hundred years,
Hoppy is still there in millions
Almost a plague after rain
The cure the joy the madness ploy, just catch a little Shiela
but broken hearts tend to self destroy
The one true love, to feel her
so searching for the lock of eyes upon the Nullabor
kangaroo does abound, dead straight the road for sure
Ironic tale sour grapes inhale,
He sleeps upon the plain
his swag is near the old Ute, and the dog is ever watchful
his protector is a beaut
~civilization calls~
he has to go back to the city streets
And searching ever searching for the eyes of lady sweet.
***by~ POET D:
Searching and searching till weak eyes fall asleep.
~civilization calls~
Calls the plague of raining streets!
The sleeping kangaroo took me into the abyss of sour grapes.
A wildlife with wildfire turned over by wildflowers.
Seascapes; full of sand that no one dared to understand!
Drowning underwater in a universe that had no expand.
Where the passer-by's felt the expression of sadness in his sleeping face.
All it took was experiencing the world with one lonely look.
A grain of salt, in the night sky!
Where clouds ‘walk-sneak and / clouds-cry like a whirlpool’,
Tears from a near by fountain deep in a valley.
Where we can sing for roo's sleeping heart.
Death in a wild flower mourning asleep on the hour.
Seeing’ is believing when Shiela appeared.
Drying tears with her sweet eyes over the desert lands.
A Collaboration with *DON JOHNSON
~MY COLLABORATION CONTEST~
"The Word on the street"
Rumors and thoughts that r incomplete
"The Word" will knock u off ur feet,
Without missing a beat
"The Word" is something u can't defeat
One day "The Word" can flatter
The next day it will shatter
The truth u know is all that matters
"The Word" is just clatter
U know, noise and chatter
There isn't a grain of salt big enough
Believe "The Word" if u r stupid enough
"The Word" can make life tough
According to "The Word" u like it rough
Like whips and handcuffs
But u didn't here it from me
"The Word" can destroy lives and families
In one ear and right out the other
If it isn't seen, don't bother
It's hard not to listen when "they" talk lies & deceit
Beware the word on the street
By Letra Compas
and
Armonia Escala
It sequence lacked luster
she found it more interesting
to exaggerate the middle
to make a more engaging plot
to detail the characters intent
making antiques of the neauce
and eldering the nuance
it creates the kind of characters
that a captives audience
would need to falling love with
with her story
through all the glory
through all the deceit
giving the majority the rules
so that those who audience
these actions
could stand tall
to speak from the stump of Morality
of the wickedness of those
they refuse to champion
but would rather draw conclusion
as the real championed hero
stands to challenge the villain
EACH GRAIN OF SALT
by Sonido Ritmo
The sages steamed in the skillet
until they became smoked
she removed the stems and add garlic
the fumes, she coughed from the smoke
the peppers made her gag as she turned her head away
only to cry from the onions I once heard her say
the grounded pork in the render let its lard moisten this pan
when the meat brown she added the sauce to the pan
the spices more than aromus there flavors
through and through
to simmer meld and remold then she the Texas
Mesquite flavored brandy bought the whole thing
together to be plated and consumed
simple clean and clever
The spirit world went into spasm,
emitting as it did, a new phantasm,
which pitifully cried and moaned
as a haunting voice intoned,
"I wish that I was protoplasm".
Why was it that the heavenly host
wouldn't give him what he wanted most?
Why did they leave him, oh so sad?
He was such a pleasant lad -
Casper the Friendly Ghost.
Why did Casper do what he did
when he was just a kid?
Kite flying was not his ball of wax,
so he played on the railroad tracks,
which his mom would not forbid.
His mother said, "Go soak your head",
but he played on the tracks instead,
and so, it was all his fault.
His mother took it with a grain of salt,
and now poor Casper's dead.
So, if you see that nice guy, now deceased,
floating from the west or east,
he's travelled many a mile.
So, return his gentle smile.
Don't shrink in fear, just when he needs it least.
7/31/22
Can't get time back
Regardless if I tip my hat
Going down a different path
I'll leave it at that
No matter if it's been a rotten day
They always got a lot to say
Then towards god they pray
I go my own way and walk away
I overdo it at times I gotta pay
The process is drawn out or occurs andale`
With a quickness
Spreading like a sickness
Always trying to stick their nose in my business
You've no idea, because for you everyday is Christmas
One wrong move, you write me up and give me tickets
Even though you were the only witness
I don't need anyone's forgiveness
Listen, I want to hear the sound of crickets
Own a home and land with a fence made of pickets
Another stupid verbal assault
Trying to make it seem like I'm all at fault
I take it with a grain of salt
Then continue on, such matters can't cause me to halt
As I travel across the asphalt
At night often drinking liquor with or without Malt
He bluffs and she sucks
All these cheap f***s
So surprised when I speak up
It's been ongoing for more than three months
One thing about love
That I don't understand
Is how it does what it does
Without making special plans
How it comes along
Shows up at first sight
Or arrives quite slowly
Taking its own sweet time
One thing about love
Is it's high in demand
And if it ever does get lost
It can be found again
Sometimes starts off easy
As a simple thought
Or leaves just as easy on a cold North wind
Not counting out the cost
One thing about love
Is it's learned how to bend
Through all the mistakes and brakes it's made
That it's had to live
Love can be frugal
In the feelings that it likes
Sometimes can be easy to read
Most times harder to find
One thing about love
It knows how to make amends
Whether as a lover
Or a best friend
Love takes it all with a grain of salt
Adding to life it's spices
Once love is out of the bag
It's really hard to hide it
"No, I won't read you, no matter what!"
"Even if you get a POTD, I will keep my heart and pen shut."
Such a terribly, nasty state of affairs.
When they associate only with top poet lairs!
I had enough POTDs to already know who would prefer death! (by name).
Than giving me a soul squeeze,golly, they may run out of breath?
I take it all in,with a big grain of salt.
Better that, than getting totally drunk on malt.
To those who are here, to a relative newbie.
I prefer love to disingenuous snooties!
***************
@And hugs to all, who do read me. M.L Kiser had it
right.
"Are you here to collect comments, or are you here write poetry?"
The answer is clear, my dear.
Thumbs up, M.L... Thank you for saving my poetic life!M!
Hugs...Pangie Romios