I’ve entered a productive phase
with tasks at home, not turns of phrase.
There’s plenty jobs I’m getting done,
but writing sonnets isn’t one.
I have the skills, although they’re hard;
perhaps I need some leotards.
The bard wore those and so I might
at least look smashing in my tights.
Smashing slashing gnashing storm at sea
Tossed the ships, sailors, Sammy, Elise and me.
We clung to the rudder and the wheel too
But she tossed us around like we weighed an ounce or two
Hold on! The first mate yelled to the skipper.
I can’t! He yelled, as the storm gave us a new ripper.
The skies opened up and poured hail on our heads.
Ocean was tossing and turning, storm needed to be fed.
I have never lived through a storm like this to date.
It was the most exciting experience of my life, so great!
I loved it totally when it did me little harm.
Better than a roller coaster in a loud rainstorm.
a smashing success -
diamonds and emeralds
in the jaws of thieves
left to sweep up shards of glass
eyes wet and red as rubies
I guess in the old days, rules were made for
a reason.
Now, attention getters gone amuck like
beings in a quiet room with a loud crashing
season.
Especially when your once best friend,
Takes a hammer to God’s high ceiling
of moral class.
And their once, high written poetry is now
an attraction for poetic, immoral trash.
1/17/2022
once a young pumpkin named bill
yearned for a bigger life thrill
though lacking in feet
he'd roll down a street
into the nearest car grille.
O' Woman !
You are not some Damsel in Distress ,
And Surely no less than an Empress .
Never Let Patriarchy Wither your Madness,
Isn't it Minute for all the Life and Gladness ?
The time has come to awaken the Inner Goddess in You,
For the Audacity often comes out of the Blue.
Now You are Stronger after Surviving that Storm,
Unleash Your Inner Beast for now is the time to Perform.
To help with frustrations that build
Some creative types made and then filled
A piñata to hang
Then to smash with a bang
But these folks were amazingly skilled.
Their piñatas, from which candy spilled,
Had a shape which we all would want stilled.
With a Covid design,
Looking far from benign,
Coronatas are how they are billed.
Wouldn’t any of us be just thrilled
If our wishes could be so fulfilled?
With a few mighty whacks
We could stem the attacks
And all cheer as the virus got killed!
Do you wilt in someone
else’s shadow
Do you fawn in someone
else’s praise
Do you rise in someone
else’s dawn
Do you fly with someone
else’s wings
Can you break the chains
that hold you
Can you smash the mirror
of regret
Can you kill the demon
of envy
Can you end the bondage
—free at last
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)
Free, de genie
Philosophy
Rising Sun
Deserting Rain
Flying the fox.
Smash degenerate
Flying above me.
Trust him.
One, I say One.
No more of this suffering.
Tranctual System
I can't move
But I run.
As people cheer, the birthday girl
Swipes fingers at the cake.
A glob of frosting coats her hand
But this is no mistake.
For after all the singing
And the candles have been blown,
The birthday baby gets a cake
To smash that's hers alone.
It's part of a tradition
When a child is turning 1;
As chocolate's smeared on face and clothes,
We get to watch the fun.
The messy part's a memory
That phones will have preserved
And while somebody cleans her up,
The real cake's cut and served.
It's really quite adorable
But what I cannot gauge
Is just how cute the child will find it,
At a later age.
How many days to raise this pumpkin
From the seed, in which I sowed
I gave it water, and I fed it
As everyday I'd watch it grow
There were nights, I was frighten
That I'd lose it to the frost
In the past, it'd come early
And found it hard to bare the loss
I'm not quiet sure, how people feel
About the orange ball they see
All I know what's in my heart
and what the pumpkin means to me
Some buy them, and they cook them
Making soup or cakes or pies
If I said, it wasn't yummy
We would all know that's a lie
Others make a Jack-o-lantern
Evil faces, lit by flames
Entertaining all who see them
In a contest or a game
But there are those
Who'd smash these pumpkins
In a cruel and twisted plea
All I know, what's in my heart
and what the pumpkin means to me
How many days to raise a pumpkin
At least eighty maybe more
Tending daily to its needs
But, it's quiet a loving chore
Then to have them smashed on purpose
For a purpose no one knows
Destroyed in just mere seconds
That took weeks and weeks to grow
It takes time to raise a pumpkin
And in an instant end its spree
All I know what's in my heart
and what the pumpkin means to me
By JT Curtis May 2015
Situating within the mindfuls chamber
This searching of reasons incubator
Nothing is concrete to explain away an absolute
Truth: a maze in muse ?
Daunting perhaps if it meant much at all
Just killing time as waiting for tomorrow's flight
Been sitting at this terminal most of my life
Here how and why I arrived amid such a place ?
Burning eyes set aflame
About the course of something strange
And her world upon fire
Spirits gasping for breath; while toxic smoke she swirls
Hearts numb to the pain seems better as they
Run and we run ? Precious babies
Lost throughout his pure bred dark
Situating, within the mindfuls chamber
This searching of a reasons, incubator....terrestrial journals.
I found Luke an old golf club
And several shiny golf balls
That will keep him quite for a while
While I make a few phone calls
Smash, went a window
In the greenhouse out the back
Smash, went another one
It sounds like we’re under attack
Smash, went the old fish tank
We threw out in the trash
Maybe we should have sold it
We’re going to certainly need the cash
Smash, went another window
Smash, and then one more
Then smash went the window
On the kitchen door
I grabbed the golf club from Luke
Saw all the windows had gone
The lad has one hell of golf swing
And got more than a few holes in one
It's dark, cold, and rainy
I can't see it, but the smell of death is outside
Not going to stop me..no sir
The driver is now in third gear
Amy Winehouses' window is down,
Her head and arms are out the window
Pumpkin, body and top, are in my hand
Car is getting closer and closer to the sidewalk
Arms go back, booooom...
Pumpkin scatters on the street,
Rolls up the sidewalk,
Against the chain link fence,
Thank goodness didn't get the car
My friend is going to be MAAAD. Heheheheh
My turn to drive,
We switch,
30 seconds later in third gear
Passenger spotted destination..
******* with the sidewalk trashcan
YEAH!!!!
Have a block to gain speed
Window is down
Dansig is on
“Halloween, Hallowwweeeeen, Haloweeen”
He's out the side
Face is lit up
Yes, faster. Closer. Closer...
WWWHHHHAAAAMMMM
Boom, POW.
GOT THE CAN!!!!
That's doing Halloween night off the best you can.
Down in the humid mosqitoe pits
Across the street we have guns for sale
Don't stay too still(especially in the evening)
The blood suckers will feast!
If you live through the west nile virus
You might get killed in a drive-by
Homies don't have no education
No working skills, homie can fly high
Pop a cap, in ya, if you stare in his face
take ya money to get high!
Farming don't pay, China has our industry
China has our stock market money
Only job in GA is an officer of the law
Better not speed on the way to Palm beach
Peach fuzz Revenue, word!
still working on it...
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