Don Juan believed in reincarnation
Thought he’d return as 'collaboration'
Sure enough, when he came back
A sight stopped him in his tracks
His wife smiled, said: “I chose procreation”
They make plenty of money, sure enough,
but you sure need them when times get tough -
halfway to the moon with a plumbing problem,
headline news couldn't be more solemn.
So, now whenever I sit on my tooter,
I send a prayer to Roto-Rooter.
There is a push..By a think tanker luke tryl to erase church interest in u k schools.? I
Wonder why.? But chill.' My first idea was is
Thie figure a homo? But that would be typcasting.' Just like slapping on a logo.? Yet sure enough..The answer came.' Like a
Monochrome spectre its mostly always the
Same ' Same old pattern, maybe there is an
Agenda.' Critical thinking.? Just Where does it sit.? In the uniform of conform it seems pushed out.? As a rule.' Almost the
Only standard bit.' Other-think is most in lack..A real mind bender; is it seems is you'll find, out in front; and back.'
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mor'nin
come'mere luv
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"what's that edvard"
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He won’t ever be satisfied
till he strikes fear in the heart
of each and every citizen.
The reign of terror is upon us,
rode in on a chariot of lies.
No one believed it would blow up
so insanely out of control
but sure enough chaos is upon us
like a colossal ripe pimple
having reared its ugly head.
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An envelope appeared through the front door
I felt excited by what my eyes saw
My hands were trembling, but for sure enough
'Twas addressed to me, I felt my young face blush.
As it was my first ever love letter
Nothing at all had felt any better
It had been sealed down with a loving kiss
Such lovely precious memories of bliss.
Violet grape purple, the envelope
A colour I loved, the colour of hope
A hue that still for me shines in the past
Of a love I truly had thought would last.
But for us us someone stood in the way
I had to send my dear sweetheart away
A right no one at all should ever have
To interfere with a romance like that.
It was a love that was never to be
Someone spoiled that hope for him and for me
I still have that colourful envelope
And the sad feelings it does still evoke.
A thirst for walking shoes tightens ankle bones –
it would be sure enough a miracle
if for at least one morning
I could parachute out of my own inner attic
to make a soft landing into
lighter than air sneakers.
Alas this world is overrun with footnotes,
warnings that we are not to take anything at all
for granted.
Amazing how some days
allot me just enough time
to recall, that I am not yet,
or may never be,
Bonafide.
The spiritual path is rocky and narrow,
agile mountain goats get ahead of us,
as we slog behind
picking up their leavings,
each dropping a footnote an*
that the race we have been losing for years
may be already over.
If (by any chance),
I have any wisdom left to me,
I would vehemently caution all:
for God’s sake
to always read the small print -
*
Sure, enough; they'll be leaving.
One by one, by one by one.
Leaving a steady stream of grief.
Leaving pinprick holes in the heart.
The tapestry of the soul.
These infinite waves of grief have no mercy for a thinning beach.
One day soon enough it'll be my turn.
To leave behind this timeless stream...
I pray the foundation is restored
the tapestry replenished.
I dedicate this song to my friend Art Hill a fellow musician
who really does keep watermelons handy
during these summer months
to share with anyone who cares
Arthur Likes His watermelon
So, he keeps one close a hand
He gets them at the market
Sometimes a roadside stand
But no matter where he gets it
When it's time for him to feed
You can catch him out in front
on his porch, spitin' seeds
When the Sun is murder
I walk over to his place
And sure enough he's sittin'
Stuffin' melon in his face
With one hand on his melon
The other with a knife
He leans over to me
And offers me a slice
It's funny, on a hot day
Cause Arthur knows our needs
And before I can say watermelon
We're both spitin'seeds
Line of inquiry:
“being mistook we burnt the book
thoughts rest, we dwell in our heart’s nest
touched by spirit, our body shook
by God’s light blest as we undressed” by Unseeking Seeker
Undressed, with no pretense showing,
we'll have metamorphosed into His glory.
We can look around us then seeing all is glowing.
Beautiful development will have been our story.
The narrative we'd simply had to change
while meditating deep inside our mind
as we waited for things to rearrange.
Though we were a pupa, bliss we could find.
Sure enough, God-touched and wholly shaken,
we became as butterflies, prepared for flight,
for to paradise we will be taken
on wings of love into God’s precious light.
Rickety rackety ruffled ridiculous Rhine,
Make her hair stick out like a ball of twine
Let it fall out on the floor and in church too
Put a permanent skunk in her chimney wazoo
Make her look silly in front of thousands I say
Take away her fun, sabotage her in every way
If she takes a step, let her trip on her ugly tongue
Do not let her make friends or have any fun
Slickety Slackety shuffled sure enough complete
Take away her taste buds to taste anything sweet
Give her cheeks a headache, make her front teeth crazy
Let her be known as a witch who is nothing but lazy
There once was a girl from the south
Who had a hard time with her mouth
Boy with same issue said, (S)"poon!"
She said, "Not poon! We say, "poon!"
Correcting his speech without doubt.
To thin girl we constantly had to say,
"Pull up your pants, the moon shines not in day!"
She noticed my shirt, cut low...
"Mrs.Crystol! Your buttcrack shows!"
Sure enough, too much cleavage on display!
I’m laughing at Ex boss, Tess Tickle
Once so anti marriage – how fickle
Dick Pickle she’d marry
Though she calls him Larry
Now married she’s Tess Tickle-Pickle
On baby making Tess ain’t shirkin’
They’re bonking and grinding and jerkin’
And soon, sure enough
Tess got up the duff
The baby boy they’ve christened Gherkin!
on a bet, Chateau decided to walk to London town
We told him it was futile but he was honor-bound
There is an ocean, we reminded him, as we told him bye.
He gnawed off part of the mountain, and began to fly.
Chateau flew through the air in a confident way.
We looked at each other in pure amazement that day.
He has ideas that seem far-fetched said my sister Jill.
I rolled my eyes as he disappeared over the hill.
I have no qualms that Chateau made it to London town.
His positivity is so upbeat, he is almost never down.
I watched the news, hoping to see him for it was my dare.
Sure enough, on London’s Channel thirteen, he was featured in the air.
When I was a kid, pistachios
Had shells they dyed bright red
And sure enough, that color
To your fingers quickly spread.
It didn’t wash off easily,
But left a tell-tale clue
About what you’d been snacking on,
That bright red proof on view.
Today, I cracked pistachios
And wondered, as I ate,
Why someone once decided
To disguise their natural state.
No matter why, that dye is gone –
Red fingers not the answer.
For all we know, pistachios
With dye might have caused cancer.
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