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We all wake up every morning
To a day like no other before
This world is still an experiment
With lots of mysteries to explore
One that's uppermost on peoples' minds
And a question unanswered so far
Is how they get the caramel inside
A Cadbury's Caramilk bar
Or why kamikaze pilots wear helmets
They're going to wind up in a crash
And how much spit does a person produce
Or how long is a hundred yard dash
Why don't nose hairs have to be trimmed
Is there a name for a male ballerina
Can illiterate people eat alphabet soup
How many octaves in an ocarina
Who was the first person to look at a cow
Started squeezing those dangly things
Then drank the stuff that came pouring out
They must have been real ding-a-lings
Did you ever get up and brush your teeth
And realized you're wiggling your bum
Why toasters toast till it's beyond recognition
Stating your name at AA, that's dumb
Pretty sure corn oil is made from corn
Wonder where baby oil is took
Why is it that something you're looking for
Is always in the last place you look
Well that's it for this mangey old geezer
My brain is beginning to ache
If you know the answer to any of these
Then speak up for goodness sakes<>
Old joke: How do porkypines mate? Very carefully.
The porcupine's a modest
And mostly solitary beast,
Akin to capybara and to beaver,
Though in size he is the least.
He rarely gets invited
To a bar-b-que or feast,
But long as he's not on the menu,
He doesn't mind it in the least.
He'll never write his memoirs,
Although of stories there's no lack,
But penmanship's beyond him,
He just doesn't have the knack.
And though he ports around a vast array
Of sharpened quills upon his back,
There's not one that's fit for writing
In all the clicking, clacking pack.
When "she" sends forth her pheromones,
And "he" rises to the bait,
Safe sex is uppermost in mind
As he advances to the plate.
His approach must be well-timed, precise,
Lest she shish-kabob her mate.
If it's not done right the first time…
There won't be a second date.
Words Of Life
By Curtis Johnson, Sr.
These powerful words from heaven above, sounding so strong and so bold
These eternal words from God almighty, hidden so deep within my soul
These living words that prophets long ago recorded on a scroll
These words shall be remembered in the distant future, I have been told
These words, energized by God alone will keep you from growing cold
These words shall still be in my heart, and on my lips as I grow old
These words shall be ever alive and strong, causing me never to fold
These words will be uppermost in my mind, causing me to reach my goal
These words alone shall enable me to have my name written on heaven’s roll
Cj051808
Twas a bird in the tree across the street
staring at me from the uppermost limb
It seemed he was intently watching me
perhaps as curious of me as I of him
I think he was squawking profanities
though I wasn’t sure of his tweets and hoots
It appeared that he might be the jealous sort
envious of me in my fur coat and warm boots
I’m pretty sure it was envy he felt
from the sad look I could see on his face
For he had naught but feathers to warm him
and no way to escape winter’s embrace
We both decided it was time to leave
As I could feel the day getting colder
I stood to leave and felt his parting gift
splatter across my new coat’s shoulder
Assures their breed a place among unknowns,
lest Europe and Asia part of their realms.
Peacock Butterfly, hues-full Inachis,
their uppermost topsides reveal truth bids,
yet undersides are black-like camouflage,
predators amiss, perplexed by mirage,
afears further by fake four eyes on wings,
and hissing sounds. The flower's nectar brings
life spans. They're killed whilst hibernating by
wood mice, and birds like Tit birds when they fly.
Folklore's namesake, Hera's Priestess Io,
eyed by Zeus, held by Hera as a cow.
A year's crawl and sleep, another takes flight,
climbing ivy draws and flowers, delight.
Morpheus was tired of daydreaming
Fantasy had worn him weary and mute
Thanatos called for prolonged epitaph
A prologue to silent slumber in reprieve
Flirtatious dread bore heavily upon
Threadbare dents in Freud’s couch
No master in his own house any more
Abandoned royal road to consciousness
He walked on the roof built without base
Caressed impressed by depressive delusion
Orpheus sailed in an uppermost underworld
Chimera balanced nightmares and illusion
As he marched the tightrope to applause
Of a well-wishing crowd in macabre solitude
His hands on the mental wheelchair of demise
It dawned that he had not been sleepwalking
After all traipsed on the promising promenade
Fell into nothingness and fondled his loss
19th July 2018
You saw the lines weren't too long
so you went for the gas first--
spend a little time, save a lot of
money you thought. But it took
longer than you expected [too
many 'tank's as you call SUVs
filling up their 50 gallon tanks]
so by the time you went into the
giant store, you were feeling like
a crab trapped in a net as you
wrestled through the weekend
army of bargain hunters....
Finally at home, you plopped
down in your comfy chair as
the nightly news came on and
sipped fresh brewed French
roast and ate a piece of rich
chocolate cake you bought at
Costco and felt a bit sad for
those poor people in Ukraine
as you watched war in hi-def....
Still, the thoughts uppermost in
your mind as your eyes scanned
so many dead bodies lying quiet
in the streets like stones thrown
randomly was just how damn
good the coffee was and how
much you had saved going to
the big box store....
Elysian fields long since embraced dada's soul
which rocketed into aerospace
(courtesy General Electric satellite)
just a tad more'n eighteen plus months ago,
nevertheless melancholy
still plucks mine heart strings.
Mine psyche still situated awry
placid countenance of yours truly doth belie
residual sadness easily prompted
can easily trigger me to cry
linkedin when grim reaper gloated
October 7th, 2020
ye did somewhat peacefully die
though methinks immortality
I did briefly espy,
when miracles of modern medicine
tried, but could not
stave off mortality nor fortify
depredations of aging concerning
one wunderkind whose accomplishments
laudatory when a young handsome guy,
whose intelligence scored high
native talent aptitude tests did imply.
The late Boyce Brandon Harris
exhibited prolific talents at young age
aside being scholastically gifted,
acquiring graduate degree
courtesy Columbia University,
freshly minted mechanical engineer
(he admirably ranked within
uppermost percentile academically),
I hashtag thy mine deceased father
(a polymath - jack-of-all-trades),
who possessed (née excelled)
at diverse creative abilities.
Aside from being schooled
as mechanical engineer,
(which courses in mathematics and science
he passed with flying colors)
his mind genetically bequeathed
to craft almost anything under the sun
evidenced first by yours truly,
the second offspring and sole son
who ofttimes felt intimidated
at being in presence
of said Renaissance man.
Handicrafts included
expending blood, sweat, and tears
to craft multitude of projects;
i. building me Flintstone (foot powered)
car with wooden license plate.
ii. making playhouse for all three
of us - his progeny.
iii. amassing wood pile(s),
to stoke wood burning stoves
iv. designing Zayda trail for Teddy and Ruff
(two doggone mixed breed Border Collies
rescued courtesy youngest sister
at her Jacobsburg, Penna work site)
v. constructing sauna in cellar,
I know you'll never understand why I had
To send you away.
It was to protect you at all cost.
Every moment you were uppermost
In my mind. To get you out of this
Dangerous fray
That your sister had gotten us in to
Some way.
I was trying to save my family from a
Holocaust.
I know you'll never understand why I had
To send you away.
It was to protect you at all cost.
The only thing I could do was pray.
I was in a nightmare with my heart
Breaking in so many pieces I felt doubled
Crossed.
Again I had lost
By not getting to see you my beloved son
Every day.
I know you'll never understand why I had
To send you away.
It was to protect you at all cost.
The darkness accepts the awakening of a new day over the eastern rim of the valley floor.
The distant highlands sculpted by nature’s wind and ancient ice accept this sun ’s morning’s gift of bright glistening golden crowns along their uppermost edges, as the lower masses blanket themselves in shades of soft blue mist.
Sheared cliffs stand guard as sentries protecting all that lives on the valley floor.
A meadow bounded by an emerald green forest that has given perch to the midnight stars for a thousand of years awaits the first ray of warmth upon its branches where a mountain jay trumpets with joy.
Given this moment of tranquility, my soul returns to its resting place_ concealed by time, laid to rest by my brothers the Miwoks of the Yosemite; my valley for evermore.