Betrayal and Love
Our prime purpose in this seeming existence is to help others.
if you can't help them, don't hurt them even with a convincing hoax
because the paradox that many want to find in the daily grind is
that if you love until it hurts regardless of perks and any squirts
there can be no hurt until there’s even some unfair betrayal
Betrayal can happen in anywhere in any unexpected form
even on a nature trail especially if you’re empty handed
plus it tends to be both needless and unfair regardless of a bear
resulting in a bad ending
However, what every individual on the planet needs is neither
betrayal for any reason nor loneliness but love in every sense
of the word-it can start with a bottle of water and a compliment
which requires gracious acceptance or an offer of a meal
refusal to accept is not love nor is it anything other than fearful
rejection which even though better than a lethal injection can seem
worse than betrayal and is sometimes much worse than love- lack
of companionship is not right nor do fantasies have remain fantasies
because love is what’s needed!
Battle axe (For the 2nd Half) ... "At last!"
Way too fast past the rescue rascal hassling haphazardly mastered dastardly bastards' fractions of captioning cast iron spiraling wired wax on wax off golf cart Bart Simpson minced garlic cubes boob tube huge goober schooner dooms Days Taser taker wafer run stun gun NOT funny honey bun for one shunned lonesome wholesome quotient potion grunt of a stunt punt the ball into mid autumn leaves fall raking reiki draped date maker place mat patty whack hacky sack crap slapped happy tap dance romance slanted jambalaya riot spliced mice diet quiet cheese, please teases on both knees bereavement easing Fort Leavenworth girth that brings birth to twerk twerps slurred slurping squirts of hurting beef Jerky lurching around the church yard disbarred and charred crash cars 100 yards too far to see scars Mars rover Range Rover Red rover come over 4 leaf clover lawn mower seed Sower leaf blower as NOT just another voter devotional spokesperson swerving tertiary but too scary hairy fairy blue berry merry go round sage turns the page safe and sound clown town brown bag the sandwich fad dude and all of that...
words jump out of my mind in spits and spurts
Flinging themselves onto a page in scribbles and squirts
their determination is admirable, their resilience insane
these words are often clever, other times barely inane
I blame Trixie my muse, she stands firmly on my heart.
Sometimes she is hilariously funny, other times a sarcastic tart.
I never know what these words will do. They have minds of their own.
I am always amazed when they make any kind of poem.
Puppies and birds, they were Clarise’s go-to’s.
She always had her eyes out, she never did snooze.
Fishing them out of crevices, crannies and old boats.
She never brought home llamas, donkeys or goats.
Puppies and birds, she collected faster than most.
I have sixty-two robins, she said in way of a boast.
Her blue glasses were always full of dribbles of white.
These birds let down squirts on every one of their flights.
The puppies seemed happy, none were in cages or a pen.
I cannot open the door, she said, afraid I can’t let you in.
We didn’t want in there, but we liked seeing Clarise.
She has a keen sense of humor, and empathy, my little niece.
We're mannequins peering from a storage
bin. We slouch across from
the "No-Food" paper sign.
Its message sags to a pulp taped to the shoulders
of a glass door. Shoppers,
incoming, their shared orange
squirts juice. Our mannequin-custodial
grins bar us from the lips' sweet 'oh'.
Crowdsourcing emboldens shame, our French kisses hung
on tangy wind chimes breezes tongue.
Deep bass breaths blue soothing strong
Play me like Picasso piano all night long
Nibbles at my ear are a peach love song
So dear my heart cheers stringing me along
My knees melt like Swiss cheese
You fill all my gold holes
Fuchsia feelings like destiny
Embraces my heart jumpstart my soul
I am a sandy song
Which you determine kinetic key
Like guitar play teal thong
Make a romantic red melody
Let’s break burgundy rules
Play them like a bugle
Use pink passion as a tool
Use tongue to draw pink doodle
When the fat lady sings
You know that she felt sun
Never mind about denim dreams
She squirts sonnets just for fun
Canada needed a hero but a fowl mouth so this Merc is a jerk that can not be hurt Ey like a cancerous sewer flowing south Spidey sense breaking the fourth stall with a blurt A constipated death stroke the creative drouth The comedic squirts, let us put him in a skirt The Plagiarizer ain’t a marvelous hero Regenerate degenerate a Zero
my horse
knees buckling ~
Hershey squirts
Riding the porcelain pony
the chemo hershey squirts
Not my favorite moments
but your inspiration for song
helps me get it along
and I come out laughing now
I am doing tea and toast for breakfast
a banana chaser oh how passe
I feel just like a toddler
right down to my sore hiney
Still I am laughing on the inside
and writing on with pride
for this too soon shall pass I know
And I love joking with you
and sure do miss you
a chat with you makes my days flow
So laugh for the comedian girl
she's going through something
but will triumph in the end
She standing up to cancer
cause that
and with that I tell you again
I love you see you soon
Standing up to cancer , Artimus (C) Susan Manley 11/1/2023 10:04AM
Country music, his influence.
it’s not laughter
unless your full set of teeth is showing
and milk squirts out of your nose
spontaneous, automatic, and contagious
unexpected and gleeful
my family does it well
My head, now a boiling cauldron
From my pen, thoughts bleed red,
in a broken stream muddled up
They do not have a neat flow
They come out in squirts,
leaving scarlet stains,
a monochrome of blotches of hurt and sadness
Still I feel such instant relief,
as the latch of a cage being unfastened
to let out the birds of pain fly far
March.9. 2022
New Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Constance La France
When Putin is telling the truth
The frogs queue up at the Kissing Booth
But the Russian Bear
Growls, "You should take care!
Vlad squirts cyanide from his tooth!"
The woods burn dark with heat.
The tree's have broad tops
That are sharp and winged.
As if they were named Ariel.
Green moss drips yellow water
Drop by drop.
Inside out their curved beards.
Old and new are entwined, together
Apart, as if green, each bush is.
Water yellow,
Flows from her, thick with fish.
Tadpoles and frogs,
Stuck in the necks of the storks.
Snakes large and larger still,
Where any could see, no one does
Or nothing of this is spoken of,
Because.
Smooth and round the swamp in length
Is.
Feeling the squirts, fifteen or twenty,
pulsating each time, flowing from
Away into the dark yellow swamp water.
Roots twist into the thick, callused,
Bruised flesh.
Mirrored in the warm, humid air.
Shaped as if an hourglass,
Caught in between, the middle.
Going in and out,
Are the long dark salamanders.
And then comes sleep.
Dragon whips tail; trust us, it hurts
Illusions resurrect
Toxic poison in our heart squirts
Stance we need to correct
Afraid not if we die
Looking fear in the eye
We bid these forms goodbye
When fears assail
Dragon whips tail
15-September-2021
Quietus
The most miserable thing about diarrhea
Is that there is no available panacea
The more one squirts,
The more it hurts
When your family and friends say, “So long, we’ll see ‘ya!”
Written May 15, 2021
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