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Lily Bug the Mighty Pug

(Lily, summer 2025)

Lily Bug the Mighty Pug

Lily bug the mighty pug,
All 13 months and 15 pounds of,
Just goes to show the unbridled 
Power of nature
Supremely confident
Maniacally enthusiastic
Without a clue of her limits
And adorably cute. 

But perhaps most importantly is a hint
Of the joy and love
That resides in the heart 
Of Life, all life, 
Large and small, simple and complex
Resides as part of our nature
Ready, and always eager,
To shine.

(6/16/25)

half witted and hard boiled

Why are the half-witted usually also hard-boiled?
Not only are they wrong, they will not listen to other’s ideas
They are maniacally determined to be wrong
Determined to do what they want, without facts or proof
Stubborn fools, not necessarily old, but certainly half-witted

Silver lining

Drowning was so easy aspiration had no cause.
All 'cause once it started raining then since only ever pours.
It's a spiral of destruction nearly out of control.
I'll keep getting worse willingly digging this hole
Drawn to mental illness like I'm plotting a graph. 
Like the times I bawl my eyes out then maniacally laugh.
Cant say I'm concerned about the self that I'm losing.
I've always been worthless and that was of my choosing.
Another common mistake bland and run of the mill.
Cannot be called tragic when there's nothing to kill. 
Don't like hurting others I'm in love with self abusing.
Comical a let downs never been so amusing.
Never really fit in even if I belong.
Least I'll be a great example of what not to do wrong.

The Maker

The Maker : Knit and Purl


The Maker wields the needles
 of predestination and free will,
One in each strong, talented hand. 
Knitting the yarn and thread of our lives
Into the fabric of time with such love.
Knit ,with predestination;
His will is done.
Purl ,with free will;
Our choices made.
Knit and purl, purl and knit,
The pattern known to Him and yet 
allowed to be as it is, who it is. 
It is when choice agrees with His will
That the pattern becomes 
as beautiful as He intended. 
Until the tapestry of lives
 form who we are, why we are.
Interlocking with others,
Becoming part of the
 pattern of all things.
The Enemy cuts
With sharp shears of deceit.
 Maniacally ripping jagged holes.
The Maker patiently mends
With healing truth and love.
Knit and purl, purl and knit
Until we are whole again.

An Orderly Mind

He had a disorderly mind.
She had an ordered one.

She had cerebral files,
binders,
alphabetized answers
for every occasion.

He would come to her
with questions
like - what-do-you-call-it
and who’s-his-face
and whatever was the name of 
some thingamajig or other.

She would calmly dig into her mental
folders, data banks and dossiers
and supply him the correct
precise response or comment.

He would hurry away
holding her answer tightly \
in his loose 
fumbling, bungling 
and forgetful mind.

Then she would happily turn
to her main purpose in life

which was torturing little animals
and laughing maniacally as she
listened to their screams.

Sever

Anguish I feel, in decisions once there made
Sharper the pain, then a cut throats blade
So difficult it is, to sever a link
A most bitter pill, a swiftly poisoned drink
Hearts broken, anger left was my faulting
Fates cruelty of lost connection, the final resulting
The feelings in my direction, rightly deserved
My need for affection, I felt so drastically underserved
I tried my very best to show where I'd stand
Not maniacally thought out or purposely pre-planned
So difficult it is to sever a connection
It was not easy to do, looking back in reflection
Never easy to suffer, a one-of-a-kinds, now rejection

I Am Summer

I am summer, flitting around in a faerie like way
Landing on iris, lilac, tulip, rose and Queen Anne’s lace.
A pesky loud bumble bee is following me, but I am evasive.
I glide into the shadows of the woods, avoiding his meanness.

I paint my happiness into joyful beasts – dragons and pirates.
Sun comes in through the window to take giant peeks at my progress.
I bask in her interest, adding neon yellows, golds, pinks, and greens.
There is something refreshing about me today; I am a new woman.

I am summer, splashing around in a salt water pool.
Throwing my enthusiasm into the air in a maniacally relaxed way.
School is out, and exuberance and mirth bubbles out of me.
I am joyful and excited, and thrilled.

Squirrley Squiggly

Squirrely squiggly
Toughly Triggly
Whirly Wiggily
Girly Giggily

Laughingly happy
Graphing her Gaffy
Draffingly Draffy
Slappily slappy

Nonsensical verse
Comically inverse
Maniacally reverse
Fanatically converse

Piggily pig
Jiggily jig
Miggily mig
Squiggily squig

Clown Triangle Brain

clown triangle brain
gathers thoughts that scatter
laughing maniacally

I am irritated now
recognize their horror at being discovered
and yet I am in charge right?

no way the voice says
We are in charge; you are our puppet
clown triangle brain snickers
making me extra mad now

Funny Bone Cancer

Honesty is pure and very rare,
but you can still find it within a child's painting. 
Filled with maniacally smiling potato people.
Hovering over flat houses.
Giant rabbits hopping atop God green hills.
Everything bathed in apocalyptic sunrays.

You'll still find a fifth of honesty on city streets.
By those who've fought the good fight but still lost everything.
tossed to the back alley of society...
Honesty can be found in yellowing verse.
but you've got to be patient enough.
To sift through the glitter and fluff.
Rarer still... you can find honesty in politics.

The one who tosses fists full of fire and slag.
Dresses high society in burlap panties...
but they're rarely victorious.
Because the ostrich people prefer a gentler touch,
Somebody to hide the harsh truths from their high ended butts....
That fancy pink ribbon tongues wrapped around.
Their funny bone... cancer.

Blank Page

A blank page has no shot with me
Not even a second to stare me down
I whip her into a frenzied tale 
laughing maniacally at her anguish
or I create something so dark she is horrified 
The one thing I do not do is make the paper blush.

Maniacally Happy Nurse

We have had ten cases of Covid this week.
The nurse says this in a cheery, delighted, weird way.
Is it the new strain? I ask.

No idea, she says happily. 
Forgetting this is Wednesday, I later wonder,
Did she mean since Monday?  Two days or Wednesday to Wednesday?

She is asking me questions now about the reason I am here.
I have to concentrate.  I know I am allergic to something.
What the heck is it?  I am busy studying this maniacally happy nurse.
Latex! I yell. I am allergic to latex.

We Are Redundant

we finish each other's sentences
saying "we are redundant" six times a day
it's forty-nine years later and we remain
maniacally crazy about each other

Life Makes Fun of Me

Life is parading around the living room laughing.
Irritating me for there is nothing funny here.
Trixie jumps on her back and tries to take her down.
But alas, she keeps parading.
Trixie is kicking her and punching her now.
Life tosses her curls and laughs maniacally.
We poets and muses do not affect her at all.
She makes another quick pass, then pulls the woven rug out.
I land on my bottom, and Trixie lands on my head.
“I know better than to hurt Trixie,” Life whispers.

Too Much Liquor

I will take a goblet of that and two shot glasses of that, sure why not? 
My eyes will cross twice and fire will come out of my eyes, but it is okay.
I am ready to take on whatever torture you have for me; let me have it. 
I am not afraid of anything today; feeling frisky, foxy, and feminine.

The cowboy backed away from the table, and ran screaming from the bar. 
Afraid of old ladies? Scared he would be whooped? We asked each other
Laughing maniacally, not really caring, for we had been drinking since three.
He actually thought he had seen his grandmother in that little filly’s eyes.

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