Just to keep up with a new style, while the Sand man sticks to a plan to hence understand the sentence one tense to be rinsed as the Grinch defends his tent in a pinch despite its foul rotten odor of a stench mouthed one voter who was NOT that dense in past present and future tense hence the bench warrant quarantine latrine screaming beanie baby trading card retarded jarred smarties party past time hardly hardy bartering shotgun runtime bubble covered in Nick at night slime time grime crockery stole bike spike Lymes disease treaty spiked seizer sky high geyser lightning bolt jolt soda colt cold shouldered boulder scolded holding smoldering diamond ring rugged bug-eyed smuggler tug of war tare of a care bare share holder folder to be both bad and bolder like gold oil and drugs with extra hugs and butt plugs underneath the rugs for the fuzz buzzing love jugs whatever that was or wasn’t but not my cousin nuzzling the guzzled puzzling Charlie Sheen screaming ice cream machine that feeds a team and the b team both green beans and brings the fiends back to their gene’s roots and boot scooting things... Let us see what else life brings. The Time is NOW! POW!!!
if you forget me
I forget you...
If you donate me affection.
I return you back...
If you offer me love,
I refund you with love,
If you hate me...
i can not... i love you !
He was living in a shelter
when he came to be my own
The answer to my question,
why be all alone
The eyes, the eyes so big and brown
to melt a frozen heart
the kisses of a forlorn soul
to speak of a new start
His golden coat, so soft and sweet
the wag of his delight
Companion to my every need
each day and every night
He’s been so many places
but no one saw his worth
Abandoned by a careless man
so soon after his birth
They called him Transfer
as he’d never known forever home
Until now, that is, you see
no more will Transfer roam
Never on Face Book post
Your visit to a coast,
Let alone a transfer
By riskier miles far,
Save you are spiritual
And your prayers perpetual.
The relocated-to-a-coast
To not propose any toast
Nor a chef order to chickens roast…
Not for loud – mouthed boast
One’s transfer to a coast,
As waters are met the most
From pillar zigzagging to post;
The craziest obeying some Ghost,
Whose drowning record is its marine boast…
A decidedly contentious host.
The transferred to a coast is not The Lucky
There too wait waters The Murky!
Either sooner or later,
Every transfer letter
Would a chained worker unfetter,
Him moving from an old camp
To a new station dry or damp,
This validating with a stamp,
The reason for it not voicing
But its taking of effect noising
Him reminding of Diligence,
As The company’s still trusted Agent,
The message flashed across:
His relocation’s a gain: not a loss,
A new salubrious air to be breathed
In a new scene hating knives are still sheathed
The language of Transfer Letters!
The carefully couched by our Linguistic Betters:
Always as plain as a pikestaff
And straight like a ramrod
Not anything stating by a half;
To seekers of alterations, a cord:
“You are to report to branch B within one week,
Further instructions at your new station seek”.
I dream a world of contrasts and evolution
Bold smartness and resolution
In so much as:
Flat things are flat for all people,
and shades of gray are not adulterated by photoshopping.
Facts and opinions regain their identities.
Deception is an accident not a strategy.
Trust is earned.
Empathy is respected as a strength.
Impulsiveness once again is the domain of toddlers,
not an asset of adults.
The racial spectrum achieves a balance and cohesiveness
unachievable by Versace or DaVinci or Trump.
Our differences are assets we share.
Ideas are guided by compassion and wisdom,
and triumph when they find their words.
I dream a world of contrasts and evolution
Bold smartness and resolution
Forgotten ways and things long since disposed,
As paupered kings exiled and deposed,
Oh yes, all things in time become replaced,
Old monuments by conquering tribes defaced,
And glittering spoils that to the victors go,
Have not a mind to judge a friend from foe,
Oh, timeless dance that history knows so well,
Of empires borne in with the rising swell,
Whose sandy castles dampened by the sea,
Feign everlasting strength but don't foresee,
That as the sun does rise and smile upon,
The glory of this transient Babylon,
Its briny mortar leaves the sandy frame,
As vapor it returns from whence it came.
I’ve scrawled it all down-
but this crumpled paper reveals nothing.
It’s still in the air. Buzzing around me.
Pulling at me from the corners of the room.
Testing my boundaries.
I want to run; I know there’s nowhere I can
go where it cannot follow.
Pieces of my “art” desecrate my manically cleaned
wood floor.
I’ve destroyed a piece of myself again,
that I’ll never get back.
Letters at my feet shout their dispute up
at me.
My spine shivers with the energy of the temper
they held.
I’m grieving for
my hate.
It had to go somewhere.
-James Kelley 2018
Transfer To Prosper
To another take things to transfer;
Will please then when done proper;
Also right
And Polite;
People around are certain to prosper.
Jim Horn
TRANSFER
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At every morning my car moves at so speed,
Where to reach,to reach that spot and to get it.
Why i will cry with my pain.
I have got the same again and again.
Till i proceed with my good fortune.
Car moves where clouds and trees also pursue.
You will not feel the heart rending.
You will not feel the best learning.
Where my heart is the monarch.
To give me pain can be your laugh.
Him a fair learning,get lost.
Hear to feel the heart by heart becomes frost.
saroj khan[sakha]
03/10/15
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