They found ways to make him odder than what he was.
They would receive messages
and would filter some and
not deleiver others.
His relationship was undermined
on purpose.
they found it wise in there worship
to celebrate the acheivements of some
while others were to struggle in there relationships.
into the interest of something
that has potentail
all things then were scrambled into confussion.
She wished him to be hurted by her choose in men.
(which is more efficient for flowers; however, modern methods like rosin pressing (heat/pressure) or solvent/subcritical extraction)
"Rosineer Presso" she had affairs with other men to tell his secrets. She found shameing him a sporty way of feeling feminine. Stories, .In questo paese è illegale praticare o ricevere sesso orale. Which is neither taught or preached. She smiled as such made her decision on who she married easiest.
( she heard a Preacher breathing heavily through the microphone saying "the devil:the devil the devlvil, she stood clapping her hands!")
miracles like milk
prosperity like water
beautiful growth like perfection
still learning about so many definitions
though older, still a child asking the Elder questions
though wiser, still green and making many mistakes in the grass of life
continuing to hang in the freezer
continuing to be crazy from the heat
still wishing for a moderate balance
i too look at everything in my vision from multiple sides now
the scars are the teachers
the unfortunate part of the continuity of my forward steps make me a permanent student
when my time comes, yes, i will still have questions
however, i will be resting peacefully, so i guess trying to find the answers will not matter anymore
pathways and trails of life like rocky silk
views continuing to be odder and odder
Even, even, even,
Odd, odd, odd,
Odd, even, odd, and even odder.
Solve the riddle and give me a call.
We’ll forge ourselves a spiritual connection.
Whatever we can’t weld, we’ll solder.
If you can see the key to it all.
Even, even, even,
Odd, odd, odd,
Odd, even, odd, and even odder.
THIS SPACE RESERVED FOR
MENSA GROUPIES
The fact that Jesus was a Jew
may seem odd to quite a few
Then eight days after Christmas, how about this
~ January first, New Year's Day, was his bris *
_______________________________
*'bris mila,' which literally means 'cov-
enant of the foreskin,' is the Hebrew
term for a Jewish ritual circumcision.
It is performed on the eighth day of a
baby boy's life. Jesus' bris, therefore,
was on the 1st of January.
I'm Olive, a once flatulent cow.
Spinach is all I eat now.
That silly green grass
is a thing of the past,
for a new wind is blowing this hour.
To methane reduction all power!
If you're a cow too,
show assent by a moo.
Comment:
What could be odder
than this switch to new fodder?
I see that you started following me
Did you click the gold star on a whim
Are you now sitting back, trying to relax
Waiting for it all to begin
Did you come here looking for answers
Or simply to be entertained
Should I now bring in the flamingo dancers
Arriving daily on the boogie train
Are you here to share in some laughs
Or looking for a shoulder to cry
Maybe you felt a pull to follow this fool
And you have no idea of why
Did you read the fine print..."If you follow me"
To closely it might drive you insane
I have dozens of lawyers waiting in the wings
That can expertly shift all the blame
So whether I hang out with the head of Johnny Depp+
Or start belly button lint dust fires+
Even digging up the body of Elvis +
All would be true if it wasn't a lie
Just remember that whatever happens
When I open the door to my soul
And give a slight peak, inside to see
It's not like you haven't been warned
+Shameless plugs on some of my odder poems
There came a Thrush
To Brighton bridge
To her cold downy snow
Covered birch woods
Floor planks marked
By hurried prints
Trailing off
to distance errands
In its beak
There a crimson flower
As odd its place to rest
How far it must have traveled
With such a treasured gift
But no more odder
Then the hurried footsteps scattered
Along the weathered floor planks
of Brighton bridge
How places seem so certain
Save to those moments
Made up of steps
And no sooner
in wings aflutter
There the crimson flower left
(a true story)
“Don’t make me go to Disneyland,” I cried
Fourteen years old with all the angst that brings
They made me go and something in me died
Depressed by all the fake and plastic things
The second time my parents made me go
Was in my twenties, Paris, lucky me
I sulked; I’m an aesthetic snob, you know
Too selfish to enjoy my children’s glee
The third time was the worst, the fuss I made
At thirty odd, made odder still by drink
I tried to run, got caught in a parade
The final Mickey piss take; now I think
I want to go to Dismaland! Bad luck
For can I get a ticket? Can I f**k!
by Gail
I hesitate to make it known but it’s true.
The Jack /Beanstalk story isn’t quite right.
Telling the correct version is long overdue.
Hence, herewith I will shed needed light.
Before Jack fled from the giant so scary
He spied a basket of multi-colored beans.
He stuffed his pockets with all he could carry.
Then went down the stalk with bulging jeans.
Safely on earth, he eyed the beans with care.
They were warm to his hand and had a sheen.
His father proclaimed them to be very rare.
And a professor said they had an alien gene.
In the following days Jack gave them a name.
He called them “Magic Beans” on finding out
If rubbed on grass they would burst into flame.
“Dangerous,” dad said, feeding them to trout.
Jack cried hard, his magic beans fish fodder.
When he told his friends of the giant and beans
They said they hadn’t heard a tale any odder.
And that’s the real story out of my dreams.
Jan. 15, 2015, Paul
He was an odd old man of 43
Looking older and odder than should be
Livin’ alone up on the hill
Nothin’ but chickens for company
He was living off the grid
Had a big log cabin on the property
But he chose to live in tin
Said he built the cabin for a woman he once loved
Since she left it was the place he couldn’t stand to be in
On the land he had a pristine pond
But he used a rusty shower head at the rear of the trailer
When I came he always told of me that he was fond
Once when I visited he let me shoot his guns
And we laughed and told bad jokes all afternoon
He loved his chickens and spending time with friends
And he was often heard howling at his moon
I’d see him around town driving a broke down lookin’ truck
The kind where the doors could fall right off
He’d wave and whistle to ya and yell Good Luck!
But the people in town they would just scoff
Nice old man, kinda lonely I would guess
Staring at that big log cabin every night
Feel sorta bad for him, I must confess
He was an odd old man of 43
I wanted to take a trip to the south of France
But I couldn't Cause I ripped my pants
while I was running with the bulls in Spain
Now that was such a pain
Then someone suggest that I take a trip to the southsea
to watch the fish but I was to broke you see
I lost my job due to reducing cost
Now I just sit outside the walmart
24/7 it is a vacation all in it's self
There is pools in the garden center when the water system is on
You can find a movie on in the electronics and the air is always free
Plus free bathrooms and you can snack while you shop if you don't get caught
and I love to look at people from all over the world freaks and geeks come one
come all to the greatest show on earth greathed at the WALMART!
Why you don't have to be smart to enter here at walmart
The later it the hour the odder the crowd two leg and four leg and no legs at all
Sometimes I thing they don't even wear pants but I'm not lookn' nor telln'
The water wakes that the water makes
transforms me into odder shapes
other times I turn to brine
for sour grapes make the sweetest wine
and to all my children, I shall be your villain
if the purpose shall arise
through my empty thoughts
in that empty space, is what I seek
in the compromise
with the beauty of life
endangered, far more after
Mother, where is the lady?
who cradled me as a baby?
whose earthly nature sure bred
creation into this creature I came to be
when I am lost, or I cannot see
I can always rely on me
Proud as the man I am
I love who I become
for I am growing more rapidly
that ever thought by anyone
I love most the parts, I keep to me
for that are what saved me those days,
Now I am all that I am
the savior of self made
Some people call me crazy
some people still call my old name
some people are calling me a falling angel
until one day, that is all left, I am
then I shall be unbounded
for the better or the worse
but know for certain that upon arrival
my act shall be well rehearsed.
(Froggy)
His big crooked smile; the bump on his nose;
His extra large feet with short stubby toes.
Eyes sort of popping beneath eyebrows bushy;
A spare tire middle with such a small tushy!
His loud guitar music; his funny guffaw;
His love poems so cheesy that fill her with awe;
His spending too much to save any money
Because he likes always pleasing his honey.
More froggy than prince, and odder than odd,
But that’s what she loves; he’s perfectly flawed.
(The Prince)
His brilliant white teeth; the cleft in his chin;
The beautiful body; the unblemished skin.
His elegant style; his baby blue eyes,
Manicured nails, costly suits and nice ties.
His house and his Benz; his deep golden tan:
All proof he’s a go-getting clever young man.
The many smart things to the right people said;
His time at the office so he’ll get ahead.
So seemingly flawless he just can’t see why
His girlfriend ran off with that flawed froggy guy!
For SKAT!
Never could there ever be,
an odder concept to perceive.
Long ago and far away,
he lost his life to pave the way.
It was to be the utmost act,
selflessly upon his back.
He did no wrong, he sayw no bad,
yet he would die for those who had.
While all of us still yet to come,
would owe our lives to "God" someone
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