Rendezvous and Little Pooh
eating Christmas pie
says Rendezvous to Little Pooh
want me to stick you in the eye?
What kind of poem is this creepy story?
Asks grandma’s four-year-old granddaughter, Tori.
the horrible kind my folks always read to me said her grandmother.
Probably why nightly nightmares snatched up me and my brother.
MISTAKE
I hate myself for this mistake
I really hate myself
How could I make the such mistake
Intrinsic hate damage my organs
My health my mental health
The your commons
LAW define
The real true the law
What law defined be outdated and incompetent
I hate myself for this mistake
I really hate myself
If I could change the course of time
PRODUCE THE INTERCEPT
I still have fight in front of me
The Rockets I shall cease
This weakness of the guilt will never lead to peace
Peace ephemeral
Trait and means of artificial sedation
You always will be fighting for the food and territory
THUS friend of mine in agony of past mistakes
Come to your senses FRIEND
We shall produce the INTERCEPT
Not English anymore is our TORI
I'd like to tell you
The the story
Of weird life of english tori
The history of imperialism
The quests of human groups for territory
Of the political bias
On pair based
Or the triangles
Or quaternions
Of that that
And you yourself
I do assume
Is never really sorry
- - - - -
It's true Computer does respond
That I am never really sorry
I might ashamed be
But not sorry why
To comprehend the history of humans
And correctly
With quest for true solution
Eager I am to try
I choices make in life
In way that only would regrets result in
If higher purpose of my being is
Live life in way that's ain't insulting
Sophisms we do appreciate
We clever logic great inquirer appears
World does consist of great variety of spheres
Is it secure for me posting poem this?
In time of peace for war prepare
In time of war prepare for the peas
They thought it would be fun to dissect Susie’s brain
But wait, Sue said. I am kind of allergic to pain.
We have new meds, you will hardly feel a thing.
She believed the surgeon, ‘cause she’s a ding-a-ling.
The doctors hypnotized her and she stayed in place
While they cut a tiny hole in her front lobe face
They extracted a bit of her teeny sand brain
I’m naked! The piece yelled, and don’t forget my train!
They pulled out a gown, a petticoat and a bridal veil.
I am eager to see what you’ll do next said Dale.
Wait! Said Tori as I was telling this story to her
Who is Dale and were her dendrites still pure?
Since I was rudely interrupted, the tale is now dead.
So now poor Susie is stuck without the rest of her head.
I do not feel guilty, I am the writer, thus the boss.
Not knowing the ending is the reader’s loss.
Peter in the summer morning sun
his cool smile shaded by shadows run
his voice as soothing as coffee’s scent
tell me he wasn’t heaven sent
Peter of Malibu moss and Spanish rose
his lips like light-coral, in kissable repose
his legs slouched akimbo, like a tiger’s limbs
how I long to re-entangle myself in them.
Peter’s quick caress, on windy Tropez beaches
aren’t men the most delightful, of nature's invasive species?
I miss the jeweler’s precision, of his warm and playful hands
and how the sun slowly gifted him, with a model’s golden tan.
Peter sipping coffee under a brittle, New Haven sun,
his rough laugh following something silly I’d done.
There’s no cryptic, localized pathology, happening at the beach,
when the two of us are together, our worlds just seem complete.
.
.
Songs for this:
What the World Needs Now by Tori Holub & James Wilkas
be mine by strongboi
Her mouth always tells the story said Glory
Glory was her dog, who replaced dead Tori.
They looked like twins, weirdly enough.
But Glory knew his owner, he knew his stuff.
If her mouth is prissy and tight, you best run.
She’s in a foul mood, she will be no fun.
If she has a fake smile, that is even worse.
Take your cell phone and your purse.
There were lots of pretty girls
But only one with mahogany curls.
This one had shy amber eyes.
Which caught one big guy by surprise.
His name was Ox Owl Jim.
He called her on a whim.
Did not think he had a chance
But invited her to a dance.
Her name was Tori, and she was a doozy.
His mother called her a little floozy.
At the dance he saw plenty of vigor and vim.
She had way too much sophistication for him.
So he let her go home with another guy.
Once he realized she had caught the other man’s eye.
And he went home to his Mama, Ox Owl Ma.
Where he lives this day, with her and his pa.
Pipe Dreams
Though I have a woman’s heart; it pounds with
dragon’s fire. Curled about the core of self,
I have lain in wait for Asia with claw, and horn.
Linked-locks and keys have spined beneath my hand
upon the tourist’s rails of China’s Great Wall where
builder’s bones rattle for redress upon the wind.
It is not China’s Long but Ryu ’s heart which pounds.
This was no place, no place for me.
Paper boats zhezhi have blessed my dreams. The
Divine Wind eases my way across a sea of longing
to Nippon. My two-chambered
heart can have but one loyalty—
I say no to the soldiers,
strident in beige and red—
Senkaku’s waves buoy me.
Buddhist temples waver mirage-like in
a gray-white haze of frankincense, the scent
of ever after, lays about me.
For links of love and family, are stronger,
than those of coercion and the gun—I will
island shelter—refine remnants—separate myself
from clay become porcelain—
beneath tori arches; I walk.
A stream in Kyoto
a bronze statue of a ballerina
dancing on point
within a circle
of gnats—
First Published in the Spring of 2017 by Illumen
Hey you,
it's been a while.
I brought you some flowers
see? roses....
your favorite....
Life has been agony for the last 6 months
I feel alone
just like you did
I'm sorry if I wasn't there enough
I thought you were getting better
you were so young...
so precious to me...
oh, sweetie, you weren't ugly
society is.
you were slowly wilting away
and I saw that
I knew you were hurting
but I wasn't there that night
I had so much pressure from school
you asked me if I could come over
I turned you down
I had to study
if only I would have been there....
you would still be here
I miss you...
so much
that's why I'm here
your final lying place shall be mine
I can't bear life without you
that's why I can no longer stay here
I want to be gone
with you
for eternity.
goodbye mother earth
it wish I could say
it was nice knowing you
but that would be a lie.
A Frozen Life Without A Chance
Make It Stop, Please Stop The Bleeding
Please Wake Up, Please Just Breath
A Frozen Heart Before It Could Beat
A Frozen Life Before It Began
***To my good friends Tori and Ray.
You've become like sisters to me and I'm sorry for what you've lost.
Love always.***
Those Awesome Folks on Facebook
By Elton Camp
Many Facebook profiles are only a joke
For nobody seems to be an ordinary bloke
Such fascinating lives all of them live
At least based on the information they give
“It’s a gated community where I reside”
The trailer park has a gate to let ‘em inside
They are a professional, they let you know
But don’t tell that they’re a professional hobo
“I drive a long, black Cadillac,” he’ll aver
But he’s actually a hearse driver, I hear
“It’s direct public service that I do”
But she works at McDonald’s is true
“Retail inventory control is my game”
Shoplifter catcher he is, just the same
“I work hours in the gym every day”
That he’s the janitor, he doesn’t say
If pictures are genuine, there’s no telling
That one looks a lot like Tori Spelling
Just once, this is what I’d like to see
“Old, fat and bald well describes me”
Things to do:
AM:
Don’t wake up early!
Spend an hour for breakfast, sip coffee , savor the flavor
Open the TV, look for TFC (The Filipino Channel)
Inspect Tori (my dog) for any fleas.
Haul neighbor’s free wood for winter’s heat.
Clean up the garden of drying dead daisies.
Organize closet, set aside old clothing
Call services for the blind for donation pick up
Plan on organizing picture albums.
Open poetry soup .com
PM:
Don’t cook! Buy a ready-made lunch!
After lunch, nap. Put the carbohydrates to work.
Wake up, blink, repeat!
Stare at the clock on the mantle
Plan on hitting the shopping mall
Hit Ross, browse, don’t buy ( tight in budget now)
Hit the thrift store , browse, don’t buy ( space is saturated)
Hit the high end store, don’t buy (too expensive)
Evening:
Plan A: text my available friend until I run out of topic
Plan B: Watch TFC: Walang Hanggan (Till Eternity) , A Tagalog drama series in TFC
I wonder if the routine is worth repeating the following day!! EEEK help me!
did Picasso dream up Guernica
while taking a *****& did Van Gogh
fantasize about Starry Night whilst
draining the lizard? how about
Pollack---though we have been
told via Ed Harris’ film (the only
art history anybody has anymore)
that he came upon the splatter by
accident, but how do we really know?
coulda’ been when he was
pinching a loaf---
coulda’ been
coulda’ been.
insert the name of your favorite
painter here:
_________________ &
ask yourself if s/he really got all
their inspiration from long walks
at night, heavy alcoholism, endless
orgies into the morning, a good
smack habit, brushing one’s teeth
with Absinthe, or, if in fact,
it may of just been an amazing idea
which revealed itself while
said artist was in deep potty
meditation.
saw in an interview with Tori Amos
once, that she got the idea for many of
her songs while she was sur les toilettes,
but then again, she believes in fairies...
the point is, all those ideas that come out
when you’re pissing,
just might be the next Sistine Chapel,
the next Notre Dame or the next
piece of brilliant architecture that our
species brings into being---
hopefully without said artist(s) being on
the goddamned church payroll.
a little bundle of fur
when she came to live with us
now she chases ice cubes and
sink gazes all night
You came into my life
You were vulnerable I can tell
One shout leads you under the table
Shaking like an abuse child.
Tori Toto
I brought you to my care
So happy to give me company
Now, I can see the difference!
Your ears stand up like a leaf
So funny and so delightful
Now you turn around dancing
Like you have won a mega million dollars!
Tori Toto
Never will you find another home again
My home is your home.
Note: Tori Toto is a terrier dog. She looks exactly like TOTO in the Wizard’s of OZ movie.
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