the kids are in the house she said
He leaned out and she gave him a huge kiss
The kids were actually in the yard
YUCK! one of them said
the oldest one was actually tickled
But he did not want to disappoint his brothers
So, he said yuck too,
he was actually pleased his parents loved each other
He had several friends with divorced parents
Love without
Love within
Love where I am
where I’ve been
Beginning to think:
far too much abundance
of this foolish, loving folly,
so I kicked my
wagging tail collie --
loving view~
it just ain’t fair! – attempting to escape,
I journeyed to the zoo
wouldn’t you know it,
two loving ape there too
along to the park
high in birch nest
spied I a pair of nurturing
lark, near
another pair of
snuggling Red Breast --
two nests,
fondly sharing, the same supporting limb
depressingly glim...
a loving co-op I must confess – such loving
caress – sadly, much more loving
needing my critical address:
a young boy helping
an old lady off the bus~
gentle, avoiding painful
fuss
a bow-haired girl
giving a bowl of milk to a feral cat
(I prefer a brat!) --
Expressing pure love
by her selfless care, makes a
ornery boy cuss
for a devout prune-face like me
I disapprovingly profess
this entire day,
a freaking loving Mess!
My wife is simply the most awesome cluck*
For my birthday she made a juicy duck
Squirt of this, squirt of that
Big fat duck just went splat
Came out tasting like a ‘whole lotta yuck!’
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*'Cluck' means 'chef' in avant-garde French
when accused of blither-blather
seek shelter in the moment, rather
than plunge right in confrontationally
into a bottomless pit of calumny
remember to count to ten again and again
ramp it up to a thousand, don’t pretend
if you’re still hot, don’t plead that you’re not
or let bygones be bygones and all that rot
‘coz the chickens always come home to roost
when and if you’re still juiced
you just might slice that swollen face wide open, catsup-red
then hallucinate as into grinning spiders it is shhh-RED
*******
If the horror you've just read
fills you with naught but dread
Try not to lose it, jughead ~ pray hard
before you go to bed
~ Dr. Jack Ell
In a lifetime, we ingest 70 insects while sleeping
Tell me these facts are fictitious, my mind is bleeping
Yucky I say
Not true, NO WAY!
But I'll stay awake to catch these guy's leaping
Feeling overwhelmed
She looked into having
Someone watched over
areas where meddlers
could cause havoc
Or undo all she had
accomplished
She remembered her father
saying to her
" everyone that's qualified to
be your lover; maynot be
Qualifed to do the work"
She smiled thinking of old
lovers, adding some of those
qualifed for work can forget
all about finding person with me
What needs minds the cookie jar
when the cookies need minding
Don't yuck my yum
said trumpians to MotherTree.
Practice what you gospel loving preach
said MotherEarth embracing trumpians.
Economically yum my admittedly yucky anti-ecological reach
said trumpians to MotherEarth.
Ecologically practice the economic cooperative theology
you WinWin preach
said MotherTree to trumpian WinLose practitioners
of elite incorporated greed.
UltraViolet voices
speak in prime green laser light
yellow and red and blue bright
just right spectral balance
Hope releasing faith
Life on Earth can continue
without terrifying retributive costs
to grandchild generations
through restoring ecotherapies
massaging
purifying inhumane egos
of less than divine ultra-nonviolent intent
to merge,
at last,
hope of eternal sacred Truths
with timeless secular Beauty.
Don't compete against my cooperative yum
said impatient ultra-violet
to primal listening color.
Asked my class name, 3 famous people in history, they would like to see
"The first child said Lincoln, Washington, and Ali"
2nd one said" I really don't know"
The last one said," Curley, Larry, and Moe
9/6/2018
There you go again,
tossing your ugly into the party mix
You don’t know any other way to flow,
that’s just how you roll
But let me make this crystal clear:
unplug your busybody ear,
and stay out of my business —
No tamper ... no interfere
Keep your negative attitude,
don’t bring it here
Your funky mood,
don’t want it near
Steer clear of my personal affairs,
if not, proceed with fear
Keep your scissor hands
away from my Afro
Keep your peeping eyes
away from the keyhole
Don’t start getting smart
talking dumb
Don’t smear your fingers
in my frosting when the candles get lit,
and the singing has begun ...
Don’t yuck my yum
Don’t piss on my happy
with your glum
Don’t stick your fingers
in my cake when the candles get blown,
and the well-wishes kisses come ...
Don’t yuck my yum
Everybody here is for having fun,
so pack your sour lip prune gums ...
no last bathroom run
Time for you to get out of here
Or your cracked fortune cookie
gon crumble some
Last warning,
you gossip bum —
Don’t yuck my yum!
In a lifetime, we ingest 70 insects and 10 spiders while sleeping
Tell me these facts are fictitious, my mind's bleeping
Yucky I say
Not true, NO WAY!
But I'll still stay awake to catch these guy's a-leaping
YUCK
I know we are supposed to love them
all creatures great and small
I know God had a reason
when he created those that crawl
even those that creep and flit
are part of a master plan
filling every earthly niche
in air, in water, on land
but Lord in your mighty scheme
please tell me in what mood
as you perused your work
and saw that it was good
inspected every nook and cranny
touched every leaf and twig
prompted you without a glance
to invent the pesky earwig.
The Yuck
I don’t want to do nothing
This is a trap of the enemy
Somehow I’ve got to pray through this trap
Humble me Lord, that I can pray on to
you in this fragile state
Let me be thankful in my petition
I need the strength to push past this plateau in my mind
Help me to see your grace, which is strong enough for me
Help me to see that you’ve got this under control
Help me to move past the yucky feeling of progress
And to trust you enough to sustain me through the yuck
It seems at least one dorm room is the dwelling of a bum.
I visited my son and saw big piles of grungy clothes.
leftover fast food, open garbage--things a mother loathes!
Sloppy sons so seldom seek to scour sickening scum.
Not cut from the same cloth
humanity has been brain washed
I'm the type who loves to watch
look to the left and cough
she's thick in that primordial sauce
primitive temptations
invading my reptilian thoughts
set mountains ablaze
to attract gaint moths
only
to
be
squashed
wow! she is so beautiful! i would like to get to know her. i wonder what is her name. look at her. she is dressed very nice. goergous hair, pretty smile. how can i get her attention? i know. ill ask her the time. excuse me miss, do u have the time ? " yes , its a quarter pass nine". thank you, have a nice day. omg.. her breath smells like an ash tray. and she has a yuck mouth.
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