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Do it without trying
Begin by swinging from chandeliers when home
Wear matching multicolored harlequin costumes
Equip yourselves with harmonicas and bazookas
Keep lubricants and trampolines near by for safety
Practice lunar landings in your room
Resume your activities in the great outdoors
Do sex in a car when speeding
Bring a partner or spare tire if desired
Avoid police if so inclined
Drive eighty miles an hour at all times
Watch out for sharp curves if they object
Narrow mountain roads are watching
Keep one eye on the road while inserting
Headlights and moon glow set the mood
Never use puppets when in an auto
Open highways are open to suggestion
Mating should only occur in flight
Eat oysters raw when in the air
Climb to greater heights by sneezing
Use Airplanes for best results
Jump from wing to wing
Wear a parachute and a pirates patch
Use only one to avoid catastrophes
Take lessons from cartoons
To find out who you are
Leave farm animals and zoo creatures alone
Plants and vegetables are out of the equation
Milking a cow is taboo too… Don't do it!
Wear rubber gloves if you must
Position yourselves to be lazy
In opposite directions as instructed
Never have sex face to face
Back to back is better
Jump on the bed for comfort
Apparatuses are optional for you and amateurs
Avoid them at all cost
They cost too much
Watch out for babies! (They snore)
Never run them over of course
It's against the law
And down right crazy
Such activity could lead to divorce
Pregnancy can be fun
Instructions are on the dashboard
But first you must buy or rent a car
Before you floor it
-Final Notice-
(*Don't use balloons as prophylactics)
(Too many colors can cause distractions)
[the Egyptians are extremely interesting to us today
for various reasons. How science today wishes to
understand the secret ingredients where that the Egyptians
used when they wrapped up dead people so that their faces
would not rot for innumerable centuries.]
LIKE SILVER BIRDS before the wind
enthusiastic looking religious people who sit in sky seats.
The germs breaking out of mankind with lumps of famous bronze.
They will clear up your guts.
Say, 'shh.' The corduroy forest is luscious and black smoke
of the lamp. Dots of red ants are upon the Letter we Opened.
They build trampolines in the dish but we have forgotten.
To not be able to shake the wrinkles off of time and memories.
How they watch and laugh!
Look, there is something we all want.
It has steps.
Here is the key:
"Shh."
The stoat jumps out of the fur and runs away to catch the scent.
Shh. -- only for a moment then from behind the awful gilt wings of a magnificent
palace of life shall be painted on the blackened door. And when it is done it will
be our palace of course. Bluebells, bluebells, bluebells of hundreds--like far-off suns--
hand strayed from that beaten path.
:: 03.18.2022 ::
Give her teeth. Women like teeth
Women like attention. Give her babies
Marry her but only once
Drive her to the cliff but never over it
Hold her hand because holding her feet looks ridiculous
Wave bright and shiny things in front of her
Never rattle her. Never call her “Hey you!”
Write her name down to remember it
Use string. Don't call her String.
Give her cats, puppy dogs and a loaf of bread
And don’t forget the eggs and milk
Dress her like a clown because clowns are fun
If you must, put her in a box…. because you must!
Make sure it has holes for breathing
Take her sky diving. Sometimes parachutes are required.
Give her duct tape. Duct tape can fix anything, even marriages
Take her to bed because trampolines are complicated
Tell her a joke
The one about, what did the grape say when the elephant stepped on it?
It didn’t say anything but let out a little wine
Lead her not into temptation but to the mall
Money will do the rest and do it all
There was a time when I was young,
My cousin Glenn and I,
Did fall in love with one young man,
Whose face and form were fine.
He had a twinkle in his eye,
A movie star like smile,
And it was said we'd walk a ways,
To glimpse his fine profile.
He worked aft school a mile away,
From where we lived back then,
And we decided we'd walk that way,
And mayhap talk to him.
We dressed ourselves and combed our hair,
To look our very best,
To see which one that he might choose,
To be his special guest.
My cousin stole her mother's clothes,
A jumpsuit of bright yellow,
In hopes she'd catch his eye and then,
He'd be her steady fellow.
The one piece suit was very tight.
It looked like she had poured,
Her roundish form into a great,
Big, giant gourd.
She smiled and asked me if I thought,
The suit did show her figure.
She couldn't sit, could hardly walk,
"It could be somewhat bigger."
She didn't care for what I said,
And we set out to walk,
The mile to where "Adonis" worked,
And mayhap watch him gawk,
At two such beauties as we were,
As we set about a drill,
Upon the trampolines where we,
Would show athletic skill.
Glenn was first, she gave a jump,
Into the air so high,
And as she sailed aloft her suit did burst,
I watched the pieces fly.
Like a big yellow balloon it popped,
And flew in all directions.
She hit the ground and screamed and ran.
So much for grace and perfection.
I laughed until I wet my pants,
And so we both lost face.
She hid in the bathroom and tried to pin,
The pieces back in place.
With pins I got at the snack bar,
From Adonis, my face beet red;
For he could see I'd peed my pants.
We both wished we were dead.
Making love is like a trip to the bakery
Sweet like pastry without the calories
Use spoons over forks and knives
It is like a ship with sails unfurled
Stretched out in the arms of love at sea
It is like nothing else on Earth not even butter
If you have never done it don't worry about others
You can always start with yourself and work up
But never use hammers or cameras in bed
It is easier than riding a bike or horse
A second course is right around the corner
But wear a helmet at night for protection
If you are horny wear a horn
It is best when performed on trampolines
Avoid mixed company and drinks
Contortionists know how to please
Remember, sex is more fun when not twisted
Love making is a truly probiotic experience
According to nutritionists it is delicious
Good for your health and digestive system
When making love use the right tools
It is the formula for success
Safe sex is the rule
Begin by swinging from chandeliers when home
Wear matching multicolored harlequin costumes
Equip yourselves with harmonicas and bazookas
Keep lubricants and trampolines near by for safety
Practice lunar landings in your room to
Resume your activities in the great outdoors
Do sex outside in a car when retired
Bring a partner and spare tire as required
Avoid police if so inclined
Drive eighty miles an hour at all times
Watch out for sharp curves if they object
Narrow mountain roads are watching
Keep one eye on the road while inserting
Headlights and moon glow set the mood
Never use puppets when in an auto
Open highways are always open to suggestion
Mating should only occur in mid air
Eat oysters raw when in flight
Climb to greater heights
Use Airplanes for best results
Jump from wing to wing
Wear a parachute and a pirates patch
Use only one to avoid catastrophes
Take lessons from cartoons
To find out who you are
Leave farm and zoo animals out of the equation
Milking a cow is taboo too… Don't do it!
Wear rubber gloves if you must
Position yourselves to be lazy
In opposite directions for safety
Never have sex face to face
Back to back is better jumping on the bed
Apparatuses are optional
To be avoided by amateurs
Watch out for babies! (They snore)
Never run over them
It's against the law
And down right crazy
Pregnancy can be fun too
Instructions are on the dashboard
But first you must buy or rent a car
Before you floor it
In silence, when darkness
envelopes the sky,
unlock the glass windows
of your mind,
forgive the stars
that veiled their silver,
for it is in times of
confusion and calamity,
we paint our own
rose wine twilight,
that scintillates beyond
fleeting fog of time and sanity.
Sometimes, we forget to
appreciate nature’s performance,
as life seems to be a
black gold theatre of
manipulative mantras.
We rise as actors dressed in
dancing stripes of integrity,
pirouetting like a merry-go-round
of lights, guiding our destiny.
Where melodramatic monologues
of melancholic laws
remain tucked away deep,
beneath a charismatic mattress
woven across turquoise trampolines,
of tranquil testaments and tiger lilies.
But as the curtains swiftly fly
into thin crimson layers of air,
trust the silence, for when
everything’s louder,
we find contentment in
compassionate places we encounter,
sowing seeds of love, whilst we hope;
brushing off negativity’s echoes,
to clutch onto inner healing’s rope,
and surrender to its throes.
So allow the invisible wand
of your soul that sears
to sprinkle pixie-dust upon
the backbone of cascading fears,
let your heartbeat ring
and strum every
metallic string of faith,
whilst thin veins in
throbbing waves hum,
“Kindness is the healing
stone and stoicism is the key of life”
When I was really small, I loved my trike,
and then I graduated to a bike.
I also liked to skip, so mother bought
A jump rope that I used an awful lot.
It seems I really loved to hop around,
to have my feet come off, then back on ground.
I got a pogo stick I used all year
and wore out quickly once I learned to steer!
At 15, I was not the same small kid,
for there were other fun things that I did.
However, I still liked some childish things
like Sting Ray bikes and trampolines and swings.
That year appeared in stores a brand new toy,
a grand delight for every girl and boy.
And though a woman I had now become,
that Christmas I just had to have me one!
This last “real” toy of mine I won’t forget
because it brought me also some regret.
A toy once you start, you can hardly stop:
Can you guess? It was the Hoppity Hop.
This toy was just a big strong rubber ball.
You’d grip its handles so you wouldn’t fall.
I loved to bounce around the yard on it,
and all I had to do was simply sit!
A boy I kind of liked showed up one day.
I didn’t know he’d come and seen me play
until I got up off that crazy ball
and went to tell him “hi,” but that’s not all. . .
I learned the back side of my shorts had split.
The whole time he was there, I never knew it.
My sisters later told me. Well, that guy
simply stayed and didn’t bat an eye!
I felt so idiotic and was sure
he must have found me kind of immature,
a grown girl hopping all around her lawn!
But worse was how I felt once he had gone.
He’d seen my shorts ripped from behind, and then
said nothing. I could not face him again.
So silly! He still liked me after all. . .
but I abandoned him and that dang ball!
For Paula Swanson's "Childhood Memory" Contest
Polite trampoline jumping
Keeping my shirt down.
Not wearing a dress unless I have shorts
to cover my panties
Unbelievable trampoline jumping
Terrific when I was a child
Until I lied and said I could do a flip
And I burst my nose open on the trampoline springs
Refused to do trampoline jumping
When I was in my twenties
Thinking I was too grown up for it
Jumped twice when I was in my forties.
Bad mistake. Dislocated a knee.
And pulled a calf muscle.
Trampoline jump once at fifty-five
My grandchildren were thrilled
Piled on me in the middle after six jumps
Dainty trampoline jumping
Looking forward to it when I get
to my eighties, after I lose my mind.
BLUE MOON TREES
whistles and wings
love to cling
to branch trampolines.
like humans, they hanker
for adventurous voyaging.
here’s where the story takes flight.
you see, they wade and wander,
into the genius greenery of central park,
that is on the Oasis ship - docked.
trees are silent at sea,
as little shuttles lift off,
as the vainglorious ship
departs port, and dark deepens.
lavishing love and holding hands,
wet whistles of whiskey and wine.
clapping and high-fiving wings,
in disbelief, of their uproarious adventure,
climb ever higher, as high as possible.
alight on the prime pinnacle
of their favorite trees, to fantasize.
one lone bird, closes his eagle eyes.
as the stars, billow away below,
he stretches his wings and soars,
at tremendous speed, a first bird
landing on the blue moon trees.
he preens himself proud. Evermore -
angels with wings, whistle and wish.
5/10/2017