demonstrable fit
for a devil of a time
your curves enhanced
when laid against mine
salacious appetites
need to be fed
no time to recline
we've got to get ahead
in the confines
all views are blinkered
thoughts spin tangentially
to be ruptured & splintered
we rumba through movement
suppressed, compressed & starving
devouring what's needed
in this time that we're carving
mapped body to body
skin against skin
aghast & accosted
but I still let you in
physical pleasures
loosen the mind
& that's why my honey
we are oh so often entwined
Bird, Miles, Max forever jazz pride
In the realm where jazz and beats collide,
Bebop's swift notes and hip-hop's pride,
Rhymes like melodies, flows that ignite,
Improv and rhythm, taking flight.
Bird’s soaring solos, Miles’ cosmic sound,
Max on the sticks, where legends are found,
From chromatic whispers to lyrical bars,
Their spirits echo through city stars.
DJ Quik on the West, a storyteller’s grace,
Blending jazz’s soul with a street’s embrace,
A tapestry woven of history and style,
A global language, uniting mile after mile.
Inspiration sparks in every note and phrase,
A voyage of discovery, a timeless maze,
From the heights of avant-garde to the everyday street,
Music’s heartbeat makes us whole and complete.
Bebop and hip-hop, a cosmic dance,
Rhymes and rhythms in a shared trance,
Fly high, groove deep, let the music be your guide,
Bird, Miles, Max — forever in the jazz pride
Max lies calm on couch
doesn’t get off for nature’s call…
pet cat’s filth endured
Behold Max the Drunk!
He likes to steal my whiskey
when my back is turned.
Winner 1st Place: Cat Senryu, JCB Brul (Sponsor), 5/14/26
I like to feel alive
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
My dear wiener dog Max’s nose three times twitches
when I drop in his bowl crisp savory flitches
His tail wags ten times as he eats
his bite sized bacon doggy treats
It’s my dachshund’s annoying OCD glitches
Capitalism. It is what it is;
Accurate and efficient ...
Pity that humans
egoistically little understand it ...
Connivance can be pusilamine,
But it's not a sign of weakness ...
It is an option for the strongest!
In politics, it is not used
Just good for the good ...
Not even evil for evil ...
Everything can be reversed,
It depends on the support you have ...!
In politics you live for her,
or if you live it ...
Usually the two
practices are confused ...
Sometimes everything we need,
It's a right word, at the right time
To then realize the act ...!
(written upon the death at age 14 of our beloved shih tsu Max
on Aug. 11.)
Over ~
Over
The Bridge
where they go
To verdant eternal forests
and fields,
To run and leap free
Without leashes, reigns or chains…
All heaven blessed
With no hunger or thirst
While waiting for us.
It's sweet to help
To people in dire needs
But it's too heavy to feel
To whom you've given help
Will use you and betray you
It's more than lovers break-up
It's more than stabbing the back
It's more than Judas kiss
It's not human act anymore
It's against law of any righteousness
It's extremely evilness to the bone
It's really Lucifer in the making.
Today we lost a precious member of the clan
The beloved pet dog Max, who belonged to sister Jan
He’s left many memories, to remind us of the joy
That we all experienced with the darling doggie boy.
A tiny bundle of fur Max was, the first time we met
He grew loving and faithful, filling hearts with happiness
A run round the table the moment we stepped in the door
Till we felt exhausted, yet doggie wanted more.
It is with deep sadness this day we say goodbye
To our dearest darling, in angel arms may you fly.
God Bless you Max
pliers… scalpel… knife…
drat… I feel the pulse of life…
if not for my wife…
_______________________
MILs = Mothers-in-Law
friendly to the max
a happy bouncing machine
tigger rocks big time
our nine-year-old grandson is spending the night tonight
I texted his mother to find out what three snacks he would like.
I have never bought any of these three items.
We will need to go to a better grocery store to get them.
Better than we usually shop, for sure.
We do not mind. He has not spent the night for a long time.
Maybe a couple of years; I hope he sleeps better now.
Maybe if we fill him up with snacks, he will.
Max, my seven-year-old grandson had science class for the first time.
He reported at supper that the sun is a star.
His older sisters poked fun of him, thinking he was nuts
He was not nuts or wrong, the sun is a star.
The next day at breakfast he gave them a few more tidbits.
The planets are clumps of matter, he told them
One of his sisters rolled her eyes.
The other one paid attention.
His delivery was better than her monotone earth science teacher.
And she knew a test was coming up.
If I am in a crazy mood
I play Max the axe
Max has red hair and a beard
You get to be him
Enemies come at you and you axe them away
At first it is really fun, because you are winning
Got two, got six, got eight.
There is a sense of power, you get excited.
There are bad guys that look like blobs.
If they get you, you evaporate with a sizzle sound.
As you get better and better, you get more and more of them.
But the closer to the end, the more bad guys come out.
Pretty soon your heart is beating so hard
You think your chest will explode.
They always get you,
but I play for the frenzy feelings in my heart.
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