“A TRINITY OF EASTER BONNETS* – FOR THE NEWLY RESURRECTED!?”~ AND JUST A LITTLE ” BLACK STATIRE” MYSTIC POET πŸ‘‘πŸ’₯πŸ’«

“A TRINITY OF EASTER BONNETS* – FOR THE NEWLY RESURRECTED!?” Easter Sunday: April 21, 2019 [Monday! in Australia!!]

“NO, IT’S NOT!” a poem a.k.a.: “You Mean It’s NOT Halloween? Oh, That’s Why!”

“‘No, it’s-NOT-Halloween!-It’s-EASTER!!’ “Oh, sorry, that-must-be-why,
There-hasn’t-been much spooky-candy in-The-Store, as-I’ve-wandered-by,
And Dracula’s teeth (generally-a-good-seller) are-half-price-off-on sale,
While little Bunny-People-are-out, wig-gl-ing their tail[s]!
And The Zombie Crawl’s unusual, for it’s-being done with a cross!
Dang! I-really-missed-it-this-year! But it’s-not a total loss!?

Yet, it-explains-a-lot, for, in October, when-I-really-thought-it-was-Easter,
I got no eggs-and-one-girl-was-annoyed, when-I-taped-a-tail-on-her-keister,
But, eventually, she-dressed as a bunny and shook it pretty well!
Dang it! Yeah! I-wonder – if I will go to H – L L –
For mixing-up these holidays, in such an-unrighteous-fashion!
I’ve missed the candy, and now my dandy costume I-can’t-cash-in!!

So, I-better-get-t’-thinkin’-’bout going to Church, [early] Sunday morning

When Jesus was tri-um-phant, as-a-vampire, without warning!
LIVE FOREVER, BUT DON’T BITE TWICE,
‘CAUSE YOU-ONLY-LIVE FOREVER! So-try-and-be-nice!

THEY-say HE-had-some-candy though, when-he-came-out-from-The-Tomb,
But no one would approach-eth Him! We’re-so-cautious-from-the-womb,
Afraid that we might just-get-“bit,” turned-into-Deathless-” Folk!”
They-all-thought-The-Resurrection [Thing] must-be a-media-joke!

Y’-know, just like Mich[ael] Jackson, That Guy could really sing!
And-a-a-rou-ound-Hal-lo-ween, He-was-The-Trick-or-Treatin’-King!**

fin <3

* – or is that Sonnets?
** – King-Of-The-Chew, The Candy Chew, with-Chocolate-Mashes-and-lic-or-ice;
And He was real great at parties! One word, Sweetheart: “FOOT-FE-TISH!”

“THE WAY!” a poem, a.k.a.: “Party Hardy If You Want Your Lordy, Lordy To Wakey-Wakey!”

HE’s risen!! Dang, He’s UP AGAIN,
Walking here, amongst all men!
‘Tis-no “party trick,” for The Son’s Arisen!
The rock is rolled! It’s-a-ROCK-&-ROLL-vision!
As Jesus Christ (That Guy’s Alive),
As He steps from the tomb, He “takes a dive,”
In-the-flowers over there,
And-when-He-looks-up, there’s HER stare!!

With His face all dirty – and stinky too,
She sees Him there, &-says: “What-did-you-do,
With-My-Lord, you garden-er?!”
And Jesus sees [that] He-can-fool-her?

“Well, yes!” He lies; “I’m-the-land-scrape-designer,
But I did see Your Lord, OFF his recliner,
Walking-over-there – and-saying GOOD BYE!”
(But This Girl can-see The Glint in His eye!!)

Since-Jesus-is-a-lousy-liar, She knew it was Him!
“Oh, Lord, [you’re] such a kidder!” and, although-proper-&-prim,
She-made-a-run-for-Him, and-He-said: “HOLD ON!
You’ve-got-[on]-your-“Sunday-Best,” and-I’m-covered-with-lawn!
So, don’t touch me now; I’ll clean up pretty soon,
But – JUST GO-TO EVERYONE, & WE’LL FLY TO THE MOON!”

“Well-NOW, take you time, Lord! Everyone’s mostly in jail!
They were celebrating YOUR WAKE! I-will go-get bail!”

Anyway! That girl wasn’t actually MARY! Her-name was: Dory,*
(I just thought you-might be interested in getting The True[r] Story!)


Anyway, eventually, Jesus DID “clean up” and He did realize,
WHY HE AROSE!!! This-here’s a big surprise!
You-see, it was REALLY because of the drunken orgy wake,
Because they all were drinking – and SHOUTING, for Goodness’ sake,
And Jesus, dead and sleeping, must-have-heard-something-like this:
“A WAKE! A WAKE!” and-it-must-have-filled-Him-with-[such]-bliss,
To-know-{that}-everyone-wanted-Him-to-wake-up, come-out-[of]-The-Tomb-&-party!

Strange, but true: IF YOU-HAVE-A-WAKE, BE REAL HARDY,
For your exuberance can be infectious – and even wake The Dead!!!
And I got this from A REAL GOOD SOURCE! It’s-what-an-“ancient-text”-said!

[And I’ve ALSO got some REAL-QUALITY, residential property, a-Florida-estate,
Nestled in some once-wet-land, and the-scenery is GREAT!
We can ALL live there, praising The Lord each day,
And PARTY HARDY, Lordy, Lordy! It-is: THE JESUS WAY! πŸ™‚ – Hooray! OK?

fin~


“NO APOLOGIES NECESSARY!” a poem Easter Sunday!!

That’s right! Complainers love-to-complain, and-coughers-love-to-cough!
Another-Easter-Time-arrives where JESUS-WOULD-LOVE TO-GET-OFF,
Being-hung-UP-on-that-pole [AGAIN!] spending (I imagine) too-much time,
Suffering and bleeding, so churches-can-celebrate-and-pine,
And think-about-and-focus-on Their-Crucified-Lord, again,
Crying into their “GIVING cups,” lamenting all their sin!

We-are-the-soldiers, as before, pulling-the-garment-of-The-Lord,
And we PLAY FOR IT – and laugh and sing, and hope we can afford,
A-lot-of-drinks, at-our-favorite-pubs, when we exchange THE garment;
Let’s take our helmets from-these-spears – and plunge-[them]-into-this-varmit!


With swords and shields and spears – Let’s have a bloody, good time,
And, if we’re lucky, at the local bars, we’ll-commit-a-little-crime!
Some rapes and mutilations! Perhaps, a-young-girl-can-be-“groomed!”
I just-love-another-Sweet, Sweet Easter, especially-as-HE-lies-“entombed!”

And, then, after all the rapes and murders, we’ll [REALLY]-celebrate-The-Season!
SUNDAY MORNING SURFACES! and things are calm! The reason?
Every-one’s passed-out or dead, but few of them are “giving!”
And here comes Jesus, out-of-The-Tomb, Yes, sir! He’s really LIVING,
The-Good-Life, and-a-once again, He greets His friend named “Mary,
and He says (for-the-2000th-time), “I beg you, Friends; don’t tarry!
FOR, I’VE DEFEATED ‘SATAN,’ & I ‘ M PUTTING-HIS-FEAR-AWAY!
This is IT! Welcome, Everyone! to-a GLORIOUS, BRAND NEW DAY!
Where NOW there is no need to suffer! You-don’t-have-to any-more!”
He tells all this – to-the Disciples, but Satan will just snore,
Knowing that he’s surely got – [another] 3 hundred, sixty five,
Days-to-convince EVERYONE(?) that-ANOTHER-Easter’s-not-no-“jive,”
That-is THE WAY! The-Way-Of-The-World, Of-This World of HIS:
“[Let’s] just-keep-re-enacting the-same-old [liturgical]-Show-Biz!!!”
Until THE BLOODY END OF TIME – or-until someone gets wise,
Declaring-this, that: “Heavenly existence is HERE, before our eyes!”


We need-not keep a-spinning – the same old Ritual Wheel,
For Jesus has declared [triumphant?] His-ancient “Brave New Deal!”
We just need to accept it, and stop-all-this being fooled,
BUT!! We-DO love celebration SO MUCH – and of-being-RULED,
By systems-of-government, and-medicine – and, of course, pompous-religion!
CAN’T WE DISCOVER? Let’s open our eyes: THE DOVE IS JUST A PIGEON!
And-haven’t-we-been-“pigeons,” My Friends! PIGEONS!? long enough?
Turning-over ALL our lives to Demons, who-love-to “bluff,”
And say [that] They’re “in charge – and they’ve got a REAL GOOD plan,
IT’S: THE SACRED! Yes, THE-sacred-STATUS QUO, for-ev-ery girl and man!
And – Let’s just keep-on going – down the same old road!”

Will-we-always-bow-to-temptation? You-know, we’re often told:
“That PROS-PER-ITY (whatever THAT is) is JUST AROUND THE CORNER!”
Why-don’t-we-stop and look-’round-there, but NOT as some, poor mourner!

Yet [everyone’s-shouting] “No! (pause) There-must-be-more-we-must-DO!”

No, NOTHING MORE! just-NO-APOLOGIES, for-liking-to-EAT-&-S – R – W!*

So, anyway! Happy Easter AGAIN! It’s almost 6 A. M.!

Which is – time-to-eat-and-get-dressed-up – and-to-practice-another-AMEN!
And-when-you-go-to-church-and-sit-in-your-P’EW, counting-blessings in your life,
Remember, that each-GOOD-Nazi sat-with-his-good wife,
And they would sit there and worship – for as many Easter morns,
As The World would allow! While angels blew their horns!!

YET, HERE, DEAR FRIENDS, I DON’T SUGGEST – that-you-skip-Church-today,
But-you-should-know, It’s-a-social-convenience! So weigh what they-all-say!
TAKE GOOD ADVICE – and apply it, with-what “free will” you got,
But don’t buy in – to politics! For LOVE’s what Jesus sought! πŸ™‚ – Happy Easter!
fin <3

* – Of course, now-The-Bible don’t say much – ’bout Jesus and the ladies,
But-He-ate-a-lot, for-THEY-called-Him-“A-Glutton,” &-He-surely-did-like-babies!!

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