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“CAUGHT IN THE WORDS OF THE COSMIC WORD FIGHT!”

“CAUGHT IN THE WORDS OF THE COSMIC WORD FIGHT!” a poem February 10, 2019 (Sunday)

THOUGHTS ARE HERE AND GONE ALL THE TIME!!!
They-are from “THE DIVINE WORDER!” He might throw you a rhyme,
Or a sentence! or – a word or two,
Or-3-or-4-will-POP-outta-Him, and he’ll-throw-them-at-YOU!

They’ll-hit-you! RIGHT THERE! on-the-blackboard-o’-your-mind,
And it OFTEN depends upon what he has dined,
ON! For, if he ate fruit – or a few sips o’ juice,
What hits is a light and a sweet, little verse!
If the meal fare was heavy pork – or something with butter,
Weighty words like CARDAMOM are what he might mutter,

But HE JUST KEEPS TOSSING “for all that he’s worth,”
And, if you’re Shakespeare or Poe, what-is given birth,
Are stories and/or plays short-or-long-but-really-“DEEP,”
But it’s ALL THERE FOR YOU, unless-you-go-to-sleep,
In which case you dream – of castles and kings,
Of sweet romance – and other crazy things,
Like the future where cars fly – and women turn into men, (pause)
And then regret what they’ve done – for the words thrown at a HEN,
Are more about LOVE – little children – hair styles and shopping,
But onto men’s blackboards: t-t s – pus—s – cars & dirty hands will be “popping!”

The thoughts & the words & the stories are EVER TOURING,
UNTIL – one day – thoughts about DEATH! begin pouring,
On your screens OR lots-of-fear-and-concern-about-the-VALUE-of-Life,
So you might “take” a husband – or, maybe, a wife!

THE DIVINE-WORD-THROWER is OUTTA CONTROL!
So-you’ll go to The Doctors! for pills they will dole,
OUT-to-you – TO OBSCURE what you might see on The Board!
IF the pills wear off, the-words-are-stacked-up-&-messy, and you go: “Oh, Dear Lord,
Make-it-STOP-it’s-TOO-MUCH!” but-The-WORDER-don’t-care,
He just keeps on a-tossing, so The Board won’t be bare!

If you die in your sleep, and wake up again,
IN ANOTHER LIFE – THE BOARD! IT-IS ALL FILLED IN!!!
You try to “piece it all together!” What a terrible mess?!
Or you take a big hose-and-wash-it-off, more or less,
To have a CLEAN SLATE, but – The Divine-WORDER-will-just hate,
A vacuum or clean palette, so he won’t hesitate,
To do WHAT HE DOES! in rapid time NOW!
Maniacally tossing sentences – They hit and go POW,
UNTIL, maybe, one day, YOU somehow STOP – and you talk nice to HIM,
And-ask-Him-what-He-wants! and He’ll pause, with a grin,
Not knowing what to say, UNTIL – “these words” pop out: (pause)
“I wish someone would give ME some words, so I wouldn’t have to doubt,
What to do or say next, for I just keep-on a-throwing,
Words – because – What to do next in my life IS WHAT I’M NEVER KNOWING!

So, you suggest – a few words – like: “I LOVE YOU!” and “please,”
And “Thanks for the memories – ” and words-about-“the-birds-and-the-bees;”
You-all EXCHANGE THOUGHTS – or – You TOTALLY “take charge,”
To-where the barrage of words – becomes minimal – not so very large,
And things SLOWLY TURN, and time stills way down,
Past hurts are forgotten – and we all lose our frown,
And HEAVEN JUST SHINES! in loving, kind ways,
Everyone’s HAPPY – and nobody says,
Much of anything – We just smile – and nice thoughts we send,
In harmony and peace – no more dreadful “mind bend,”
Or words being thrown at us – to have to deal about!
WE ARE JUST BLANK SLATES, NO TEARS AND NO POUT! (long pause)

We breathe – We sigh – We move slowly, with CALM, (pause)
UNTIL – ONE DAY SOMEBODY UTTERS THIS BOMB:
“Hey! This is boring! Let’s do something fun!”
And someone yells: “FOOD FIGHT!” and we’re all “on the run,”
Tossing words in long sentences – pell-mell, all around;
WE’RE ALL “THE DIVINE WORDER!” and it’s “fever pitch” sound!!
The words, thoughts, expressions – are all out-of This World;
We’re back in FULL SWING! with dynamically whirled,
WORDS! words – words – words It’s a new season of THOUGHT,
And here we are AGAIN, My Friends – IN WORDS WE ARE CAUGHT!

fin <3

And, if that’s not fun enough for you, well, you know what we’ll do?
WE’LL TAKE TURNS WITH THE CHALK – AND-WE’LL DRAW PICTURES TOO!!

Words πŸ€—
Peace on Earth πŸ•Š