“IT’S JUST!”๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜…

“IT’S JUST!”* a poem February 12, 2019 (Tuesday)

SO SIMPLE! It’s – simple! The-Why-How-and-WHOM!

I-JUST LOVE YOU, it’s-“yummy!” in our “little room!”

I like: HOW YOU SOUND! How you think! and-How you look!

How you smell-taste-&-touch! and-MY!-But -How-you-can-“cook!”

And – You can “cook my goose!” Just any ol’ time!

I LIKE: How your words – can-combine in a rhyme!

And – THE LOOK IN YOUR EYES – is-as-an-“Angelic-Glow!”

These are THE THINGS that I simply DO KNOW!!!

Which makes you SO PERFECT – to be with me now,


And-just-make-me -go: “WOW!” ๐Ÿ™‚ – Yeah!

fin <3

* – so SIMPLE!! ๐Ÿ˜

Happy Valentines Day ~ Australia ~ 14/2/2019๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ‘„๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ‘„




Part I:
A. Back off and let those men who want to marry men, marry men.
B. Allow those women who want to marry women, marry women.
C. Allow those folks who want to abort their babies, abort their babies.
In three generations, there will be no more Democrats.

Part II:
10 Poorest Cities in America (How did it happen?)
City, State, % of People Below the Poverty Level

1. Detroit, MI 32.5%
2. Buffalo, NY 29.9%
3. Cincinnati, OH 27.8%
4. Cleveland, OH 27.0%
5. Miami, FL 26.9%
5. St. Louis, MO 26.8%
7. El Paso, TX 26.4%
8. Milwaukee, WI 26.2%
9. Philadelphia, PA 25.1%
10. Newark, NJ 24.2%

What do these top ten cities (over 250,000 pop.) with the highest poverty rate all have in common?
Detroit, MI – (1st on poverty rate list) hasn’t elected a Republican mayor since 1961
Buffalo, NY – (2nd) hasn’t elected one since 1954
Cincinnati, OH – (3rd) not since 1984
Cleveland, OH – (4th) not since 1989
Miami, FL – (5th) has never had a Republican mayor
St. Louis, MO – (6th) not since 1949
El Paso, TX – (7th) has never had a Republican mayor
Milwaukee, WI – (8th) not since 1908
Philadelphia, PA – (9th) not since 1952
Newark, NJ – (10th) not since 1907

Einstein once said, ‘The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.’
It is the poor who habitually elect Democrats… yet they are still POOR.

Part III:
“You cannot help the poor by destroying the rich.
You cannot strengthen the weak by weakening the strong.
You cannot bring about prosperity by discouraging thrift.
You cannot lift the wage earner up by pulling the wage payer down.
You cannot further the brotherhood of man by inciting class hatred.
You cannot build character and courage by taking away people’s initiative and independence.
You cannot help people permanently by doing for them, what they could and should do for themselves.”
~Abraham Lincoln

“Any man who thinks he can be happy and prosperous by letting the government take care of him had better take a much closer look at the American Indian.”
~Henry Ford

Please–Do something for your country, forward this!

Nothing like doctors’ opinions! ๐Ÿ˜Œ

Nothing like doctors’ opinions!

My source didn’t indicate whether this came from a recent convention or not!

Physicians were unable to reach a consensus: Should the U.S. build Trump’s Mexican Wall? The Allergists were in favor of scratching it, but the Dermatologists advised not to make any rash moves. The Gastroenterologist’s had sort of a gut feeling about it, but the Neurologists thought Trump had a lot of nerve. Meanwhile, Obstetricians felt certain everyone was laboring under a misconception, while the Ophthalmologists considered the idea shortsighted. Pathologists yelled, “Over my dead body!” while the Pediatricians said, “Oh, grow up!” The Psychiatrists thought the whole idea was madness, while the Radiologists could see right through it. Surgeons decided to wash their hands of the whole thing and the Internists claimed it would indeed be a bitter pill to swallow. The Plastic Surgeons opined that this proposal would “put a whole new face on the matter.” The Podiatrists thought it was a step forward, but the Urologists were pissed off at the whole idea. Anesthesiologists thought the whole idea was a gas, and those lofty Cardiologists didn’t have the heart to say no. In the end, the Proctologists won out, leaving the entire decision up to the assholes in Washington!

Prayers ~ Hope

Hope and faith to arise
Your hope arises with each dawn, pushing back the rubble of our lives. Each new day reminds us of your grace, you paint hope across our skies.

Into the deafening cry of hopelessness, you whisper love. Love that catches us, holds us. There is no end, just new beginnings. No finish, just new starts.

Into your resurrection, we follow you to bathe in hope.

You are alive! Not only in the world but in us. And so we carry your hope within our souls. Help us to lift our eyes, and feel resurrection hope arise in our lives.

Prayers ~ Hope


“A BIG OL’ DECISION?” a poem a.k.a.: “PAL Jones’ Big Decision To Not Decide!” Tuesday – February 12, 2019

Preposterous Arthriticus Leviticus Jones,
Made a decision, while “throwing some BONES,”
For she had been taking some cartilage tabs,
To heal her bones – and strengthen her abs?
So-She-“made”-a-BIG-OL’-DECISION, or, perhaps-maybe-The-Greatest,
Decision-she’d-made – at-least, in the latest,
Rash of decisions – or-omissions – or BOTH,
And THIS! Her-decision? to-assist-in-the-“growth,”
Of-her SPIRIT-UAL-WELLBEING-or-“dignity”-or-“evolvement,”
“A big ol’ decision: [to-let-OTHERS-decide,
EVERYTHING-for-her!] so-she-could-just-RIDE,
For-she-fell right in love – with Intrepidus SHEnanigan,
A bloke (down THE WAY), who-was-related to Anakin,
SKYWALKER, with-lots-of-midi-chlorians-inside,
[They-are-‘spose to make you mighty, out-o’-sight-y – and wise!

Anything-AGAIN – for-our-Jones – to just glide!
But THE THING IS – that NO ONE! Yes, no one at all,
Has-ever accomplished-it – FOR, TO TAKE SUCH A “FALL,”
You have to have the humility – of the dummest hop-frog,
Who will SIMPLY ACCEPT – Ev’ry-thing, on-his-“log,”
And just sit there all day, enjoying-fresh-air-and-sun,
And-not-think no thoughts! A CLEAR MIND – is so fun,

But humans are notorious – for wanting lots of pain!
To-SAY-that’s-what-you-want – IS EASY, my Doll,
BUT TO ACTUALLY DO IT!? Well! Jesus gave it “a shot,”
And you remember what happened then? (long pause)
‘Cause The World won’t tolerate – an-undecisive (wo)man!
‘THEY’-demand-that-you-SCHEME- PLOT-ANALYZE-


* – BONES can mean dice, for gambling, or “runes,” items used in a game of chance:

** – People use 750 mg of shark cartilage to keep their bones strong! People also use various amounts of snake oil to keep their physical bodies alive and well! People use all sorts of “stuff” to do all sorts of things! People are, for lack of another term, INTERESTING, don’t you agree? AND, as this poem suggests, people resolve to do all sorts of things, although they are TOTALLY unable to maintain ANY continuity in anything at ALL. It’s that nice?

*** – A midi-chlorian, of course, is a living organism present in each cells of our bodies; normally their upper range in a human being is about 2,500/cell. Of course, Anakin Skywalker has over 20,000/cell. However, it is suggested that his son Luke has even more midi-chlorians than Anakin! Perhaps as many as 40,000/ cell! Isn’t that nice?

Star Wars Stuff ๐Ÿ’ฅ

The Last Word:

The Last Word:

โ€œ…the mind is just as immeasurable as the vast universe. An integral being settles his mind just as the vast universe settles itself. He unites his mind with the unnameable Subtle Origin of the multi-universe in which there is no past, present or future. This is how an integral being deals with his mind.โ€ โ€• Lao Tzu

Los Tzu ~ Integral Universe

Walter M. Miller Jr

โ€œ…in divinity opposites are always reconciled.โ€ โ€• Walter M. Miller Jr

Poplar Opposites Attract ๐Ÿ’ฅ

The Last Word…

The Last Word…

Richard Wagner

โ€œParsifal is on his way to the temple of the Grail Knights and says: โ€œI hardly move, yet far I seem to have comeโ€, and the all-knowing Gurnemanz replies: โ€œYou see, my son, time turns here into spaceโ€ โ€• Richard Wagner

It’s like a jungle sometimes It makes me wonder how I keep from goin’ under

It’s like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin’ under
Broken glass everywhere
People pissin’ on the stairs, you know they just don’t care
I can’t take the smell, can’t take the noise
Got no money to move out, I guess I got no choice

Rats in the front room, roaches in the back
Junkies in the alley with a baseball bat
I tried to get away but I couldn’t get far
‘Cause a man with a tow truck repossessed my car
Don’t push me ’cause I’m close to the edge
I’m trying not to lose my head
It’s like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin’ under

Standin’ on the front stoop hangin’ out the window
Watchin’ all the cars go by, roarin’ as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin’ in a bag
Eatin’ outta garbage pails, used to be a fag hag
Said she’ll dance the tango, skip the light fandango
A Zircon princess seemed to lost her senses
Down at the peep show watchin’ all the creeps
So she can tell her stories to the girls back home
She went to the city and got so so seditty
She had to get a pimp, she couldn’t make it on her own

Don’t push me cause I’m close to the edge
I’m trying not to lose my head
It’s like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin’ under
It’s like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin’ under
My brother’s doin’ bad, stole my mother’s TV
Says she watches too much, it’s just not healthy

All My Children in the daytime, Dallas at night
Can’t even see the game or the Sugar Ray fight
The bill collectors, they ring my phone
And scare my wife when I’m not home
Got a bum education, double-digit inflation
Can’t take the train to the job, there’s a strike at the station
Neon King Kong standin’ on my back
Can’t stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac
A mid-range migraine, cancered membrane
Sometimes I think I’m goin’ insane
I swear I might hijack a plane!

Don’t push me ’cause I’m close to the edge
I’m trying not to lose my head
It’s like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin’ under
It’s like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin’ under

A child is born with no state of mind
Blind to the ways of mankind
God is smilin’ on you but he’s frownin’ too
Because only God knows what you’ll go through
You’ll grow in the ghetto livin’ second-rate
And your eyes will sing a song called deep hate
The places you play and where you stay
Looks like one great big alleyway
You’ll admire all the number-book takers
Thugs, pimps and pushers and the big money-makers

Drivin’ big cars, spendin’ twenties and tens
And you’ll wanna grow up to be just like them, huh
Smugglers, scramblers, burglars, gamblers
Pickpocket peddlers, even panhandlers
You say I’m cool, huh, I’m no fool
But then you wind up droppin’ outta high school
Now you’re unemployed, all non-void
Walkin’ round like you’re Pretty Boy Floyd
Turned stick-up kid, but look what you done did
Got sent up for a eight-year bid

Now your manhood is took and you’re a Maytag
Spend the next two years as a undercover fag
Bein’ used and abused to serve like hell
Til one day, you was found hung dead in the cell
It was plain to see that your life was lost
You was cold and your body swung back and forth
But now your eyes sing the sad, sad song
Of how you lived so fast and died so young so

Don’t push me ’cause I’m close to the edge
I’m trying not to lose my head
It’s like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin’ under
It’s like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin’ under

Songwriters: Clifton Nathaniel Chase / Edward G. Fletcher / Melvin Glover / Sylvia (usa) Robinson

Sylvia Robinson
Music Writer