~ From "The Sound of Music" ~
Roaches on rye bread
with spiders and fixings
Vomit plus cream cheese
blending and mixing
Dogmeat and monkey
Plus dark raven wings
These are a few of
her favorite things
When the skunk farts
When the bear fights
When the wasp bites
and --- WHEN the bee stings
These are a few of her favorite things
JUST A FEW ~ of her favorite things!
Life is not a journey but a time-lapse of merry/many destinations.
You start with smashed peas and carrots by a deflected spoon.
And end with flowers and thorns crested on you.
Problems are met with solutions.
Hoping and hopping on the milestones below.
Awareness = being mindful and forcing a look at your darky shadow below.
Acceptance = being open to change by surrendering and/or letting go.
Accountability = being responsible to take inner and outer measures.
Aligned action = being intentional in using your intuition to apply inspired action.
Appreciation = being grateful for solving the problem(s) and gaining growth (knowing + doing better).
Henry a notorious highway man
robbed the simple couch, as only he can
young woman in Victorian dress screamed
he was the nightmare of which she’d dreamed
Henry’s bounty included a box with ashes
Dan Shallot’s remains, which he quickly bashes
he was after silver and gold you see,
This loot irritated the young man, Henry B.
He robbed six more coaches that came down the road.
Threw out the stuff that would have his horse slowed
then galloped off for New York City, hoping for a bigger take
Dan Shallot’s unhappy ashes blew off, toward Michigan Lake
Henry had to answer for his crimes when he got to heaven’s gate
He stammered and blubbered, his replies were not great
Dan Shallot put his hand on his shoulder and said “it’s all right”.
He too had been a highway man, a robber at night.
If Pearl misbehaves
throws fits, rants and raves
What of the parents who raise her
If Johnny can’t read
or do simple math
What of his teachers who instruct him
If Darryl kills a man at age 14
After robbing him blind
What of the system which releases him too soon
Where’s there no supervision or accountability, little teaching, less review
the quality products turned out number between zero and a few
Dreams are the essence of life
Life is void without dreams
Whatever life throws at you
Pursue your dreams with determination
Hold onto your dreams with ruthless tenacity
Hold onto your dreams no matter the challenges
Cause the road to success is not paved with gold
It is strewn with thorns and distractions
Overcoming challenges gives dreams their meaning
Happiness is an illusion
It can only become a reality
As you put your hands on the plough
And pursue your dreams without looking back
Mr. Pickle threw
A lavish pickle party
Inviting all his friends
Dill, sour, kosher
Spears and even halves
Seeing that the party
Was off the chain
Some uninvited guest arrived
With thirst and hunger
In their eyes,
They were humans!
Who tried to eat the pickles
But the pickles fought back
Dill rows around on the floor
Knocking them off balance
Sour dashes juices
Down their throats
Causing them to choak
Kosher scoots salted juices
Into their eyes blinding them
And spear, spears them and
Halves crashes down onto them
While down the beaten humans
Began to shake, then shrink
Turning into pickles and
The party went on!
Enraged winter ocean
Mighty anger displayed
Neptune has lost control
Howling winds whip up waves
Fearful for sailors' souls.
Enraged winter ocean
Turbulence ongoing
Neptune is clearly mad
Manic ocean tantrum
Watching in warm clothes clad.
Enraged winter ocean
Boat battles angry sea
Fanatical Neptune
Rout under soulless sky
Storm rages at high noon.
Enraged winter ocean
Unrelenting frenzy
Neptune's beyond the pale
Vortex of pure madness
Man is so very frail.
Gather around, its time for another story,
It comes from my youth, back to the days of glory.
I was always asking the questions that no one seemed to understand.
It was apparent the only way to handle this was resort to the land.
At this point it was time to seek out the great oak,
Legend be told, it was only wisdom he spoke,
He was an old timer and didn't like being woke.
This being known, I poured out my emotions then told him a joke.
I began to ask the questions that were oh so big,
His first response was "take it easy now sprig,
I've done shed a few leaf and broke a couple twig."
"A brutal truth you seek, so it seems,
Greater men die for other peoples dreams."
Hey, Joe,
please answer
all of humanity
a one-word question,
just ONE...
Why?
Date written: 08/06/2020
Fierce Kansas wind whips notebook out of my hand
Rapidly flips through the pages, tearing them off one by one
As if an unseen hand of a spiritual critic is at work.
Diligently slicing them off, as if they are no good.
I laugh as I chase the pages around the yard
Wondering if I will have the nerve to publish any of them now.
Dawn separates light from shadow:
penciling in all shades of grey.
And crimson skies are set aglow
as scarlet sunbeams color Day.
Shifting shadows
flee Night's death throws.
Sol's splendor slowly starts to show
as Ebony scuttles away.
Artists like Michelangelo
use light and shadow interplay.
Child of the Sun;
shadows are one.
pleasant lovingly
a menacing girlfriend calls
despite the pebbles
shining lovable
a toss, active sticks throwing
in spite of the stones
horrible break-up
now no longer together
despite the pebbles
4/28/19
throws herself on paper
reveals heart to strangers
throws herself on paper
identity unrevealed
throws herself on paper
fearless, bold, sensual
throws herself on paper
poet persona unknown to others
unbelievable to those who know her.
State Championship on the line.
Today I have been shooting just fine.
When I got the ball I yowled.
“The defender on me has just fouled”.
Two free throws just for me.
Will I make them? We will see.
The first one bounces up and in.
Just one more and we will win.
I shoot the ball and get it done.
I can’t believe that we just won!
My soft, pale, aching skin melts into the white african sands,
My longings for you dissipate into salty sea winds,
Carried to you somewhere in the cold mountain lands.
The heat I create beats the scortching of this sun,
I could melt all the snow on which you stand.
It may rain now for all i know,
All i sense is your weight upon me.
The smell of your sweat maybe just a memory,
But tis more real than the tide about to take me.
I hear you call my name amongst the the breaking waves,
Whisper closly your desires, tickel my ear with long deep breaths.
My hands rub nourishing cream onto my thighs, or is it you brushing by.
The blueness of the ocean compares nothing to those eyes,
The ones I stare into while you're laid with me.
My desire to touch your chest, to grab the sheets and curl my toes.
This sun does not understand the real heat that grows.
My cheeks turn red, my body quivers, gone is the beach, the seas and sand,
I'm joined with you for one lasting moment, neither here nor there,
together in throws.
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