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Seasonal HARVEST OF LOVE:
Dry August and an abundant harvest,
fattened the cows, not to mention me.
September's mustering clouds
and cool winds rustled my mind in preparation.
October leaves rattling in the winds,
astounding breaths of life,
these colorful trees of fall
through my window kept me in awe.
Quickly, time started stealing,
shortening days to keep me on my toes.
Wandering through the light snow covered fields,
the morning's hoar frost shivered me and my icy fingers.
December blizzards and mountains of powder
wrapped me in a blanket with a steaming cup of tea,
seated by my window,
as it continued to amaze me.
March thaws and wet days promised the strength of the coming year,
but matters not what it say,
I will sow again,
praying for yet another dry abundant harvest of love.
9/25/2015 © A & J Juman The "said" poet
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Said the door!
The door SAID,
"I am tired.
Every day I get slammed in.
What am I just a piece of wood or metal?
Have I no feelings?
God forbids one of you gets angry,
you'll slam me so hard I fall off my hinges!
Then comes the thieves,
they kick me in!
What a set of rascals!
Most of all I hate those police squads,
they come with these big ugly pile driving things
that send me to smithereens.
Now the only people I will give permission to knock me in are fire fighters.
Them guys are always trying to help someone.
Why can you all be like them,
Help someone.
Matters not it's a bum,
someone next door who need a ride to the grocery store,
whoever,
whatever it is,
don't think twice just do it."
© A. Juman The "said" poet 11/8/2015
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Sorry friends
After it got clobbered I decided to give it to the boss for review.
She said their were too many grammatical mistakes
and some boo boos.
She fixed and give to my son to OK since I had no permission to put it on
and the inevitable happened.
He said its going in the book
and I wont be allowed to make any more post.
without permission.
I had only gotten permission for the first two
He said he will consider letting me become a life time member
so I can sponsor contest. (I am also not allowed to respond to anyone comment)
I an in the dog house.
Sorry
Said the shadow
I am always crawling behind you.
I am yours,
no! I am his, hers, theirs.
Did I scare you?
No ---oo!
I just pull the pee out of you.
11/2/2015 © A. JUman - The said Poet
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Dradogorus the fire spitting dragon Guard Dogs of hell
impatiently awaits to raps their tongue, sink their fangs and fling
thieves, adulterers wife beaters and dictators into these bottomless pits.
Here you'll stays and rots into the fiery pulp flowing
down and down these molten rivers of no return.
11/1/2015 © A. JUman - The "said" Poet
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Said my car,
Beautiful,
drive me in lover boy,
Slowly, Slowly,
Owe-wee
This is so congenial.
Let me savor every moment.
So tight you are revving every muscle in me.
Love it!
sweating a sheen on me,
like a fresh coat of wax.
Ah, Ah, Aha-a!
This is ecstatic,
keep me parked right here.
Don't move a squint.
Wow I am in Lovers Lane.
I mean every car would want to park here
but this Garage is mines.
12/3/2013 © A. Juman The "said" Poet
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Said the turkey,
Please, Please, Please pardon me.
Look at how I tilt my head in plea!
You HUMANS!
Y'all are ugly fat-head Killers?
A lot of gall,
even telling God you'll are going to killing me.
You flesh eating devils.
Parasites!
Y'all disgust me.
11/26/2013 © A. Juman The "said" Poet
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NARWHAL
Spares of Death
Fear.
Eyes tightly closed,
I am singing me a lullaby.
Fall Asleep,
I tell myself.
Fall asleep,
lest one of these lighting rods of ugliness
plunge it's terror into my heart.
Like angels of death they snorkels around me.
It's a dolphin!
No, it's a whale!
It's a massive ugly creature.
with a spear of death in its head.
Ugly!
Beautiful!
Awesome!
The huge oceans!
Indeed the fittest place
for these contradictory pods of terror.
10/1/2015 © A & J Juman The "Said" Poet
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Said the U.S.A.
We soaring on three set of wings
Eagle! Our strength
Dove! Our compassion
Turkey! Our sustenance
Tell us not to choose our demise
Together we shall never fall
Indeed we are the greatest of nations
© A. Juman - The "said" poet 11/7/2015
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My Dentist:
DR. CERRUD
Speeding down the halls,
the fastest feet around.
Never a dull moment,
composed,
focused,
quick eyes trained for excellence,
and hands that need not be told.
Perfection both in his care and his work.
Presumptuous,
but it appears he is at home when he is at work,
is he at work when he is at home?
In comes the doctor.
Sees not your old clothes,
your ugliness,
nor the pigment of your skin.
Shakes your hands,
and smiles comforting words.
Washes his hands,
then wipes his counter spotless.
Checks his instruments,
and very methodically prepares,
probably more prepared than Moses in his quest to meet God?
Massages your gums.
Ever had that done before?
Lifts the scary needle.
Timidly,
you await the sting of the tranquilizing pain.
But instead,
a prick,
so tiny you keep waiting for the Big One!
Before you know,
he starts drilling away.
Falling asleep,
without fear,
in Dr. Cerrud's chair.
© October 2015 by A. Juman - The "SAID" Poet
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Paris, Syria, the World at Large
Said the people punished by war,
"Boom! Boom! Boom!
The resounding tremors amplify the echo,
contribute to the constancy and duress.
Glued to the news,
what more can we do?
The good die.
The bad sometimes eradicated.
Every heart lights up with hate or compassion.
Extremism burns from both ends of the rope.
The ideology of faiths sing many tunes.
I am right, no!
No, I am right!
No one is ever wrong.
Corpses of both innocent and guilty
rot in the rubble of war.
We humans pursue the inner demons of anger,
to knowingly destroy the order of life.
A demented set of people we all are."
(Open our Hearts, Hug someone and say peace)
11/17/2013 © A. Juman The "said" Poet
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