My teeth number thirty-two.
I use some to bite. I use some to chew.
In this way, I specialize.
Don't get me started on my nose and eyes.
Oh dear, this small talk's going south.
How many teeth are in your mouth?
Physicists teach and talk
Physicians heal and walk
Physiologists exercise and specialize
Psychiatrists dramatize and immortalize
Psychologists observe and internalize
Therapists diagnose and mobilize
Radiologists scan and rock
Pharmacologists and Toxicologists mix and match drugs and block
Paleontologists, Neurologists, Meteorologists, Politicians, Philanthropists, Philatelists and the rest apply PHYSICS too... patch, flock and jock!
Before and after house decoration photos amuse me
so many designers specialize in blah tans and grays
the before photos are often wild, whimsical and carefree
toned down to blah, gloomy and faux in various ways
I like oranges, reds, pinks and purples especially
designers ignore fabulous colors as far as I can see
I’ll live in a cement garage if I want plain dull gray
tan and beige also, do not take my breath away
color calls your name, gives the viewers a peek
at your preferences and attitude, let the walls speak
throw on whimsical touches of you here and there
don’t ooh and awe over blah-ness, that goes nowhere.
I am covert as I'm overt
I am heraldist for Meade the Fort
We real values are the keeper
We ain't the sick we ain't the seeker
We do elaborate, we dwell
We do address the quantum well
The NSA became established
In thousand one the nighty fifty two
So much for intercept of time elaboration
For this, I am really ought to say that I owe you
*I changed the seal of the NSA and he liked it and this is his confirmation to me
it is agency that is responsible for the NATION SECURITY
I myself being military specialize in STATE SECURITY not the nation security
this is MY PAPER
I am 45 years old
I'm open for business except Sundays from nine to nine.
I have a 5-Star rating from the BBB because my work is very fine!
I specialize in tailoring garbage bags for we folks who were so named,
By a doddering old geezer in the White House who ought to be ashamed!
You must provide your own 30-gallon bag which usually comes in black;
I'll form fit it and for an extra fee will stencil MAGA in huge letters on the back.
Five bucks is the cost or if a vet or a senior a 5 percent discount I'll advance.
You'll find it very appropriate wear at rallies or any other such circumstance!
I live in a family of big muscular women
Some are as dainty as a hippopotamus
Our family does not have a waist.
None of us have ever had a waist.
Waists are for other people’s families.
We have girdles, but we don’t like wearing them.
Oh you say, “Do they give you a waist?”
Hardly. They are designed to conceal our cookies, pies and cakes.
Because we are an avid eating family.
Sweets is our forte’ we specialize in sweets.
We had a distant cousin stay with us once.
She had never had a sweet or a girdle.
We gave her both.
She disliked the sweet,
And the girdle kept falling off of her.
Not big enough for a girdle.
Sad to the rest of us.
The beauty of a honey bee hive
Miss queen how do you keep
These workers in order
Everything has to come together
In preparation of this honey to thrive
A constant temperature to keep
On hot days you say some of you all have to get out
While on cold days they come together
In One harmony and Accord flapping wings
To bring warmth and comfort
Some specialize in sealing out the cracks
So moisture does not destroy
While others make a insulation
Many fly around seeking tasteful flowers
So many jobs of these bees but they
All come together in knowing their part
To think of all the workers that worked
To not see the reward of this honey
But they knew this was for the true honey
That would give life unto many generations to come
Now ,the Ones after this Has been completed
Have been given access to taste this honey
And say this honey is good
Why, are so many still trying to make their own
For the word of God is true honey
Made Complete by the inheritance
Of the promised Spirit to reign within
T’was “a day that will live in infamy”
January sixth twenty twenty-one
“The Other America” waved its flag
Her darker brothers witness the privilege
On a daily basis throughout their lives
When they see Black skin, they see chattel
People around the world witnessed the day
See Two Americas show their dismay
Privilege unleashed his punch against privilege
Does America specialize in hate?
He ripped off the sheets exposing the weight
Can’t put that genie back in the bottle
He hides well inside White plight whining crime
You really think there’d be no consequence?
Depart from your accustomed
typically usual routine.
Specialize in being a generalist.
Immerse yourself fully in the whole entirety
of the complete volume.
You’ll be surrounded on all sides
by a myriad and multitudinous plethora
of permanent and long-lasting linguistic verbiage.
Feel like a pedagogical school teacher.
Have an impactful influence on events.
Fly above the earth.
It’s deceptively mendacious,
and fine as French champagne!
Here’s a sneak peek advance preview of
Colonel J. D. Waxwood's Harmonious Concordance
of Repetitive Redundancies, Sufficient Enough Tautologies,
and Irrational Non-sequitors, from BadSeedPress:
AKBAR THE GREAT
AMERICAN INDIAN
ATM MACHINE
CENTRAL CORE
CHICKEN COQ AU VIN
CONCISE SYNOPSIS
CORRUPT POLITICIAN
FLESH COLORED
FREE GRATIS
FRESH FROZEN
GUEST HOST
HAWAIIAN LUAU
MORE PERFECT
ORIGINAL COPY
PIN NUMBER
PIZZA PIE
PRE-REGISTRATION
SELF-CENTERED NARCICIST
SILENT MUSICAL
TINY LITTLE [ANYTHING]
TUNA FISH
WISE-ASS SOPHOMORE
1/16/21
As of recent times
Another one-sided agreement signed
I'm trying to leave the impact of a meteorite
Very little peace of mind
Haven't found, what I seek to find
Struggling to sleep at night
I do not need advice
I'm a decent guy
It doesn't matter if anybody else does, as long as I believe in I
We just can't always see eye to eye
Not thinking outside the box, then you will be confined
If you never mean to try
Quickly you will fall behind
Not everything is good
Nothing withstood
The test of time
Another one out the door, and another next in line
In a world full of pesticides
Humans still committing genocides
It was emphasized
Or just swept aside
Felt like I made tremendous strides
In nearly every area, I started to specialize
Then I began to feel dead inside
It's been a pathetic plight
And an epic fight
During a hectic life
Close and far from Septic pipes
Can't handle the truth, they always want to edit my
Content, don't want to let it fly
I did it wrong, but said it right
There really is an end in sight
Which is why, it's so important to always try your best in life
So Willy Wonka’s gone and now I’ve got
his factory. Though chocolate is great,
there’s something else to which I’ve given thought!
Because of Covid, livestock’s gone to waste.
Please, Farmers, do not throw your pigs away!
Although it’s getting hard now to sustain
those animals, pigs’ lives can’t be in vain!
My company is here to save the day.
Inside my factory, we specialize
in makin’ bacon, for who does not love
that sizzlin’ stuff? I’ve brought back bacon fries.
My restaurant nearby has plenty of
the bacon lover’s best! For example:
bacon sliders, bacon mac, and for a tease -
elvis egg rolls, which are more than ample!
We serve bacon onion rings and grilled cheese,
maple bacon smokies, bacon cheese logs,
even bacon apple pie and ice cream!
I want to give a HUG to all the HOGS
who give their lives to make food such a dream.
Old Willy Wonka – he was much too sweet.
At Macon Bacon, life is one gigantic salty treat.
May 20, 2020
Factory located in Macon County, MO (in my imagination)
For Caren Krutsinger's Willy Wonka Is Not Here So What Is My Factory Going To Make Poetry Contest
POEMS SLIP ON SLIME
You claim you’re a poet of modern generation
Specialize in making love sonnets of your time,
Words shape the theme of deformed relation
Syllables succumb to the strike of forced rhyme.
Fragile imageries borrowed from alien nature
Sliver sentences of parody the meaning mimes,
Love in heartless sonnets can’t stand the torture
Escapes unexpressed through the holes in rhyme.
The grimy ink from your pen doesn’t stop to flow
Even if the lame poems break slipping on slime,
How to put words again in place you don’t know
For you’ve sunk in sonic cacophony you call rhyme.
The rhythmic pulsation of the poet’s warm heart
I don’t feel, your frail words fail to transmit to me,
It’s time in your inert poems you need to start
Imbibing vibrant cadence the way it should be.
April 16, 2018.
It knows what it’s doing
It is the thing that creeps me awake at night
It won’t let me sleep
It tosses, it tumbles, it can keep up a horrible fight
I want to talk about it, but it won’t let me
It holds my tongue
It guides my thoughts
It makes me talk, when I would rather just be
It makes me salty, then just shout it out!
It is my enemy, it is my friend
It works both sides, but it always wins
It will turn on you, it will guide you
It will stay till the end
It is like a mummy, kept under wraps
It is encapsulated, it’s enclosed
It folds, it turns, it curves, and loops
It is mushy and delicate, yet yearns to be free
It has been since inception
It has come a long way,
It is stronger than any other part of me
It commands everything, it dictates the order, and it dictates the flow
It needs a lot of work
(Try telling it that!)
To specialize in it is of most delicate care
Not many know much about it, not many care
It goes on undetected, unseen, with very little care
From minute settlements, to towns of trade
Yet without warning, a sudden raid
A venture into foreign lands
The walls and gates of Viking hands
To labour on, as understood
Homes we build, prepare thy wood
Address the strength of near rooftops
For there beneath lay our workshops
Commence the plan, we have devised
Perfect thy craft and specialize
Protect the home, o’ dearest wives
We venture out, to honour lives
I make thy comb, you make thy shoe
With silver weighed, we shall accrue
Of buried towns, forgotten fence
The archaeological evidence
Of generations when time began
Young boy o’ ten, become a man
We send you on, to grasp thy trade
The substance of which life is made
Trade thy pot and wooden chest
Wives will loom and keep the nest
Our homes rest on thy trodden earth
Stones surround thy warming hearth
I write, I read, a leader’s state
O carved letters educate
We shall not settle for any less
Protection called, our high goddess
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©
Economics is complicated,
Incomprehensible.
Though a few specialize in it,
a million depend on it.
Country by country
being control on its own.
interrelated and interconnected;
united in that sense.
Over the years
without knowing,
all of us, contribute in it
aiming for its growth
that will benefit the many;
and develop and improve
for our better living.
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