Angel on my shoulder, devil in my mind
whispers to be good, my thoughts decline.
The Good Book says not to sin
but can't help it when those thoughts begin.
Beauty to the beholder indeed
thoughts of her beauty rapture within me
That lovely pretty face and body with curves
way her parts wiggle while walking, such nerve.
Every true boy and red blooded man
thinking those thoughts that nature planned
Your heart skips a beat while eyes stare
Poor Angels warning you just can't hear.
Devil is smiling this battle he wins
for the love struck guy thinks only of sin.
Angel on my shoulder flies away
for in your arms my lovely, the Devil will play.
This Friday I’ve got a blind date
With Miss Information
And I just can’t wait.
Of course as a red blooded American male
I sincerely hope I’ll get in her pants
If not her bed,
But given her name
I won’t be making any assumptions
‘Till I see her up close and personal.
Given her name
I also expect to hear lots of talk of Covid 19
Bats, the wet market, social distancing
Safe and effective vaccines and all that.
Then before dessert
I hope we make it past BLM’s glorious
Post Floyd Summer of Love
The terrifying January 6th insurrection
And nonexistent border crisis of 2021-24,
As I like to enjoy something sweet
Without a sour taste in my mouth.
In fact, I hope we make it through the night
Without any of that garbage,
But given her name I’m not holding my breath.
So why am I even taking Miss Information out?
Because although inside I am no comparison,
Inside I am also now inspired
And will proudly step up and say, “Hi,
I am Charlie”, when I pick her up,
And so gladly reach across the aisle
And dine with a chick who may end up a dude
In the name of open and friendly dialogue.
After all that is what will Make America Great Again.
(9/23/25)
baby is crying
the three year old is “why-ing”
daddy fell off his pulpit
one eye spied red-blooded male
thought it okay to take life
the red poppy is almost an orange-red
two of my favorite colors, reminding me of bravery
the red -blooded soldiers who are willing to sacrifice everything
a field of these blooms parade about in my mind’s eye
reminding me to be more patriotic not just on special days
It was full of long stringy grass which had grown out, all over the back of the house. It hung over the bare walls. The briars were everywhere and they would prick you clean red blooded. The shed widows shattered and the door covered in heavy moss. the thick smoke running out from the chimney looked like it was about to go up in flames. The red ransomes lawnmower was rotted in rust and rooted to the ground by long grass.The clothes line had snapped in half. The tarmac laneway was cracked with weeds pumping out from underneath it all. Remodelling was out of the question. It remained untouched and there was no even sign that anything would change
Lugubrious blue mood skies funereal and morose shed raindrops,
they unleash tableau vivant torrent’s wet tranche,
blessing, bane or boon from vault of heaven,
damp pearl blob bewitching moisture mellow morph form,
the stuff of less than benign grumpy weather grouch,
whose plight infuses yen for sun-drenched bliss,
haven of the ultra-violet swathe enthusiast,
for others raindrops are a liquid gem relish firmament bequeathed,
to whet voracious craving of nascent pastures,
whose gaunt green blade emaciating stillborn,
that aqueous honey to hue-blazed floral garden in situ bloomers,
who swallow cloudburst drizzle meed in muted slurps,
droplet streak and spiral bubble patten on top hung awning window,
empyrean tear beads that roof top tap dance ritual,
so tantalising to the awestruck spellbound eardrum,
or impromptu downward dribbles on romantic saunterers,
prompting boisterous laughter as they flaunt their dome transparent chromium truss umbrella,
those enraptured red-blooded refugees beneath tilting gust spun bumbershoot,
as mud splatter cherry cheek urchins shriek,
amid the spray and splash globules at agile finger tips
Do this, do that
Do just what we say
Work here, work there
All the livelong day
Stand up, stand down
Rest your weary head
Turn left, turn right
Work until you're dead
Sailors from a sinking ship not one shall survive
For mermaids grasp them by the hips
and to the bottom dive.
Both young and old sailors gasp and drown
into the deep.
The ocean is a sea of tears in dying they weep.
So beautiful the mermaids are with faces young
red lips and slender necks were strings of pearls hung.
Their hair is long and flowing in every hue a man could desire
their eyes are deep and dreamy set one's heart afire
Their breast are full and perky every red blooded boy would peek
their skin smooth their hands soft make the strongest man weak
But below the waist a fish tail large and ever strong
powerful in the mermaids grasp, no escape forever you belong
She is fast is the Marlin swims with a shark's bite
and the death of drowning sailors brings her an odd delight.
So beware ye mates and sail on never listen to the sirens song
for if you sail to close to the rocky sea coast your ship and life be gone
The mermaid such seductive beauty, tempts a lonely man at sea
but she is the devil fish, your life and soul a pearl on her necklace to bead.
Thoughts with feelings
worthy of engaging
to achieve humanity's full potential
Perhaps
in part
because these memory thoughts
about feelings
are impossible to resiliently achieve
as individuals:
Peace
Integrity
Health
Love
Compassion
Communion
Grace
Sacred Wealth
Beauty
And
because EarthTribal Loyalty
is impossible to achieve
as merely red-blooded
anthrosupremacists:
Sacred Trust
Hope for Beauty
Omniscient Enlightenment
Omnipresent Empowerment
Omnipotent EcoPolitical Power
one win/win moment
in eternal bilateral
mindful 0-zone
space/time
body/mind
Impossible Polyphonic Resonance
for global Polypathic Peace
preventing win/lose anthrosupremacist
ecocidal trauma
Restoring EarthCare Justice
to achieve EarthTribal Resilience.
Our current political identity
is not exclusively red conservative
or blue liberal atheist/humanist
We are also
pissed off sheep
who have gone astray
of richly green domesticated economies,
instead red enslaved,
blue judiciously penned
incorporated property
belonging to the utmost
OmniPotentating Jehovah
Descending from a long
royalist
blue blood-hierarchy
of Straight White Male
red-blooded religious
and political
and economic privilege.
Our anti-PatriarchalCapitalist anger
is our potential bipartisan win/win
supreme civil citizenship
delivering us from this
Sky Is Falling Kingdom
of win/lose zero-sum
nationalistic segregated purgatory
And, we bring our angry
fearful,
anxious
depressed bicameral values
into all our cisbinary/transbinary political
EitherOr/BothAnd
economic
religious
reconnecting
neuro-sensory co-passionate engagements
For the woke glory
of Earth's Green
SabbathQueen
of polyculturally robust
HeavenLight
inviting eweing/ram
yintegral-yang
Co-binary
co-governing
co-operative
co-invested
co-passionate
ego/ecosystemic win/win
co-enlightened bipartisan empowerment.
No one loves alone,
sings EarthMother Muse.
No individual person
no isolated incorporation
or musical composition,
No monoculturing society,
No individual nation
or religious denomination,
No Father's WhiteTheistic
Orthodox
ChosenPeople Church
or SinFree Synagogue
or Patriarchal Mosque
or Black Lives Assembly,
No transcendently triumphant Kingdom Hall
lives inside health resonantly
while outside remains entirely wealthy
with runaway dissonant loneliness,
despair
depression
oppression
suppression,
lack of multiculturally systemic impression
Neglecting cognitive opportunity
to grow deep intuitive feelings
of integrity
Loving inside EarthPower
and outside HeavensLight
resiliently
BiPartisan bilaterally
ego/ecosystemic brilliantly
Panentheistic holonic spirited
green democratically
universally co-enlightened Left
co-empowering RightBrain wealthier expressions
of Earth's polypathic
polyvagal
polyculturing
unitarian Muse
Fusing and fuguing
toward polyphonic songs of synergy
found in healthy incorporated bodies
anticipating curiously communal
wealthy win/win green minds
with red-blooded bicameral hearts.
Forgive me for feeling the need to say
I am neither a Communist nor a Nazi,
I’m a red-blooded American who served
My country in the U. S. Air Force, and,
I have always stood up for what’s right,
And, when bullied, I am up for the fight.
Divisiveness here is getting out of hand,
And probity is not at all being observed
Even hinting that I am a Nazi is crazy!
Forgive me for feeling the need to say.
written December 11, 2021
[written in my reverse rhyme format]
Loyalty serves solidarity
as passion fuels integral communion.
Passionate patristic patriotism
does not work
for optimizing resilient healthy intent
nor do partisan loyalties
win/win play for resonant wealth
building collaborative feelings,
when the cart
replaces the horse.
Solidarity with my Home Team
my narrowest nuclear family
only those who look
and sound like Straight White Patriarchal
monotheistic chosen
and grace-privileged wealth
serves loyalty only to further win/lose competitions,
Aspiring champions of small-egominded
and disembodied reductions,
deductions
divisions,
rather than wealthing health co-investments
in Earth-collaborative consciousness.
RightWing loyalty serves
LeftWing multicultural solidarity
as red-blooded patristic passion
fuels ecofeminist green communion.
Similarly,
but more co-arisingly,
safe and resilient cultural wealth
empowers win/win ClimateHealth
or win/lose subclimate supremacy
monoculturally risks fragility
of polycultural green communion
inductive,
integral,
inclusive healthy-wealth opportunities.
Sensual and passionate by disposition.
Calm under pressure; brave and resourceful.
Oftentimes open and unflappable.
Repulsed by dishonesty and passiveness.
Pushing beyond obstacles and limitations.
I'm a red-blooded go-getter; infinitely proud
October boy, from the cradle to the grave.
Submitted for...
Star Signs Acrostic Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Charlotte Puddifoot
Date written: 03/31/2021
Copperfire brunette desire
Blondness bold blackjet, yet;
Full hearted female's' sweet
And sound, patient enduring
Or doing the rounds!
red blooded girls seeking
Alpha men, or security minded
Hearth-side friends. The Bakers winemakers writers confectioners and cakesters
Multitasking always asking
Bright eyes with; teasing laughing!
The fashionistas your skin & blisters I admire.' all of them' '
their innate ken, without such as them; we would be as men indeed poor!
Nations need their balance Crucial valuable; lovable
Women; girls and ladies
Living true, through life’s trials misgivings finding all Joys
In daily living.
© Joe Maverick 8-12-2020
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