And the sky’ll be vanilla, and there’s-no-room to-be-bored😁😂🤣😃😆

“WHEN IT’S TOO MUCH TO BEAR!” a poem. Monday – 25 June 2018

When things’re too hard and things’re too bad,

What can you do with all of THAT SAD?


And pray for quick death,

From a God-you-don’t-believe-in,

Or you can shoot up some “meth,”

Or take-cocaine – or-some-pot – or a bourbon-and-lime,

And go to The Bar – and tip Jeff a dime,

Or seek out some comfort – from “the gals in The Street,”

Who may be infected from their nose to their feet!


And shield your house –

From fresh air and light!?

And get real pale? Watch lots of TV?

Maybe-glance-at-a-book, or read poetry by ME?

What-cha gonna do? When you’re nowhere in sight?

And you’ve lost-the-will-to-live: NO SENSES; NO MIGHT!

Well, I have-got an idea! (pause)

Let’s turn up the cooler – and climb into bed,

And kiss there and cuddle, until we’re both dead,

OR – maybe – in-our-state-of-lonesome-and-dread,

We’ll sing “a new song,” and we’ll peek out our head,

And all-things’ll-be-different! NO MORE THREATS, DRUGS & LORDS!

Just SMILING FRIENDS, who’ve taken their swords,

And their wisdom and wiles, they’ve traded for dirt,

Sex toys and sun dials – and you can-not-be-hurt,

And the sky’ll be vanilla, and there’s-no-room to-be-bored,

And our eyes are like children’s, and all worries have “shored,”

On a far-distant island, in a make believe ocean,

And our mantra’s “SHALOM,” with much honey and lotion!!

Well, IF you can conceive IT, it’s already here,

Nothing to fret about; nothing to fear,

Just holding hands, on a beach, with The Sun,

And I’ll kiss your sweet lips,

For OUR POEM, It is done! 🙂 – AND – just begun!!

fin. ❤



Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)