You’re perfect to Bob ~

“A POEM FOR BOB!” a poem, a.k.a.: “You’re Perfect Too!” a.k.a.: “In The Promised Land (Of Perfection)!” a.k.a.: Be of Good Heart, Good Bob!” Wednesday, the last day of July, 2019 – to: My Friend Bob, on the eve of his celebrating his perfect existence!

THE WAY YOU ARE – IS THE WAY YOU BE!
Why-not-accept-PERFECTION – as-your-destiny?
You can ALWAYS-DO-THINGS another way,
And-one-way’s-“better” only-IF-someone-doth-say:
“COME OVER HERE, and-for-you (pause) ‘PERFECT’-I-SHALL-DEFINE!”

But, can’t-you-be-OUR IDEAL? Can’t-YOU call: -“FINE,”
And “PERFECT,” (pause) what-you-have-just-done?
As you disregard any judgments? Haven’t-you-then WON?
The right to say: “I’m PERFECT (pause) as I AM!”

IMPERFECTION, I-think, might possibly stem,
From what we’re TAUGHT is “apparent weakness,”
But-“strong”-and-“weak”-are-“relative,” and, for-instance, even-“meekness,”
Is-NO-sign of-an-imperfect existence, My Dear,
And: WHY IS IT IMPERFECT? FOR US TO POS-SESS FEAR,
OR HATRED OR EGO – OR-ANY-“HUMAN-TRAITS,” indeed!?

I think you might be PERFECT! Per-fec-t-l-ly “m[e]ade!”
Isn’t-death-and-aging nat-ur-al? Perfect! at-each-stage?
Dying is transitioning;
In Heaven it’s all the rage, when anyone accepts AS PERFECT – every way they are,
And Bob-my-Friend, you’re-PERFECT – whether near or far!
So, “high” or “low” or “good” or “bad,”
WE’RE ALL ALIVE, SO DON’T BE SAD,
And-in-The-EYE-of-God, BOB STILL LIVES,
And always has – and forever gives!
So, here’s to PERFECT Death and Life,
To-the perfect husband and the perfect wife,
Whether single – or quite married,
You-are-so PERFECT, so don’t be worried,
And I shall take you BY THE HAND!
We-need-NEVER leave The-Promised-Land*

fin

* – of Perfection!

But-remember-it-appears: There’re-consequences-to-what-you-say-and-do! * So, don’t be too-darned-cocky, Bob, or I-will yell at you! * And-remember: Gray’s-just-the-color-white, with-a little stuff mixed in, * And black is fine! Even dirty green! & yucky red’s no sin! * So, smile or frown – be positive or not * and whether-“boy scout”-or-“naughty,” you’re still real[ly] hot!

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Cuteness overload ~

“HER CUTE!” a poem for: M* Wednesday: 07/31/2019

“Cute as a bug’s ear,” smiling wide!

If you don’t fall in love with HER, you’ve prob’ly died!

Because – she’s SO CUTE – the angels cry,

And Jesus Christ?** Well, He’ll just-gently-sigh,

When He thinks about “M,” for She’s-cute-BEYOND-WORDS:

She’s got:

A CUTE FIGURE,

A CUTE HEIGHT,

And-attracts all The Nerds!

All The Nerds are magnetized-to-Her-cuteness, when-She-goes: “Tee-hee,”

And Her eyes glisten and Her halo shimmers (that’s-right!) CUTE-FUL-LY!

She is FULLY CUTE, with nothing wrong,

And, if-you-get-close-to-Her-lips, [you can hear] She’s singing “THE Cutesy Song!”***

She’s got SO MUCH CUTE, my Heart just-swells-with-LOVE,

And-all-the-time – IT’S JUST PURE CUTENESS, I’m-dreaming-of!

fin ♥

  • – She knows who she is! Everyone has their SPECIAL M, especially The Mysticx Poet! However, consider that her name might be: MIGNON (which is French for “cute” or “darling!”) Mignon, a character in Ambroise Thomas’ opera entitled “Mignon,” is a gloriously cute thing; she is a gypsy flower girl in love with a nobleman! (The opera was based on a novel by Goethe!)

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mignon

** – for Jesus, Her name might be: MARY or MARIAM!

CONNAIS-TU LE PAYS? is French for: “Do you know the country?”

OUI, JE VEUX PAR LE MONDE: “Yes, I want The World!”

Celestine Galli-Marie was credited with playing Mignon in the premiere of this opera!

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Dear Delicious Poet ~

“DEAR POET, IT’S-OFFAL, WHERE’S-IT-COMING-FROM? * ARE YOU PULLING-IT-OUT, RIGHT-OUT-OF-YOUR-BUM?’ * WELL, PERHAPS YOU’RE WRITE, YOU-MIGHT-SAY-THESE-WORDS, * ARE A-BUNCH OF DESPICABLE, POETIC TURDS!’ ” a poem written on or about: Wednesday, July 31, 2019, to end “International Origami Cow Month!” “Sales are udder-ly pathetic, but, even though we LACK-ED-t-[e]el-evated sales, we will NOT cow-er, expecting lots of moo-ney to come in from sales of origami spiders and snakes!

I dunno! Stuff just occurs to me, and I write it down,

Pretty much: whenever! wherever! even as I’m hoppin’ ’round town!

In the bathroom, late at night,

An idea pops in, and, I wonder, will it be right,

To write that down? Might it help someone?

Or might it make some laughter? and cause-a-little-fun?

SHOULDN’T LIFE-BE – KINDA-FUN? AND KINDA-OK?

When a lot o’ folks – are crying today?

So, here I AM, doing “mystical POE-T[au]ch-ery,

Hoping it might make you smile-or-release-a-little-debauchery,

Of life’s continuing, sad refrain,

Of: “tote-dat-barge; lif’-dat-bale,”* [which-is]-pretty-innane,

When beautiful people (LIKE YOU) exist in this “funky real-i-ty!”

EACH-POEM’S-A-CALL-FOR:

TOLERANCE!

LOVE!

An’-[a-lit-tle] PI – TY! Dear little Poet

fin ♥

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No one loves me 🤪

“MAKING ARRANGEMENTS FOR MY DELIGHTFUL REPTILIAN VACATION!” a poem, written on or about the last day of July! I’m “booking” a trip – to-a-stinky-ISLAND, where-salamanders roam! * I’ve had ENOUGH – of Life as-it-is; it’s a-terrible-old-poem! * Lucky-folk-die-so-why-can’t-I? and end “this tale of woe?” * No one loves me! No one needs me! Of-this, I surely KNOW! * “Why, oh why, hath-THOU forsaken-me?” Upon this cross I hang! * I never-signed-up – and-CERTAINLY-don’t-deserve – the-bite-of-Life’s-evil-fang! * I died and left – and went somewhere, to a place-where-no-one-goes! * I sat and stared, for-mil-lenia – and picked gunk from my nose! * And, as I sat, a-notice-arrived, that-I-should-expect-some-news, * A manuscript, a little bit: questions, but-mostly-clues! * A parcel arrived (and inside) was something THEY SAID I WROTE!! * I read and read, alone and dead, every bloody note! * I had written this? before-I-came? that-ALL-I-WANTED WAS-THE-TRUTH! * About all life – and being a wife, like The Biblical Lady named Ruth! * And I noticed an e-mail in response, which said: “You’re part of ME! * And if you want The Truth, Dear One, the only-way it can be, * Is IF you agree to complete amnesia – and go into life quite blind, * So you can discover, no-matter-how-you’re treated, YOU’RE ALWAYS S’POSE TO BE KIND!” * But kindness-for-Ruth’s-“a double edged sword,” which makes you feel USED! * Let’s remember Jesus Christ! He loved – and-was a-bused! * But The-Point-is – that’s the way it goes, IF you wanna experience LIFE, * To its fullest . . . or its poorest – as-a husband or a-wife! * And the documents concluded, as I read, that I HAD A CHANCE TO LEARN, * All the stuff that was talked about! and-IF-I-DID, I’d-have-a-good-turn! * That-when-I-finally-“grew-up-a-bit,” some “fool” would arrive! * Some person who w[c]ould CHERISH ME – and even maybe “drive” * across the seas – and come-to-my-side, * And love me FOREVER – on-“A Magic-Carpet Ride!” * AND – I would trust-him-NOT-MUCH, like-this-stinking life, * Even if he married me – and made me his wife! * AND I’d probably NEVER trust him, ’cause-he’d-be-a-horny-one, * And I’d think he was – of-me, just trying to make fun! * BUT – What a bunch o’ rubbish! These papers can’t be true! * AND, then, I thought, “Oh, GEE! Well – What the HOO!” * And I just-ATE! all the documents and went into a swoon, * Finding me back – in my little room! * AND a knock on the door was startling to me, * So, I opened, I did, quite an-gri-ly, * And-it was a kooky-grinning-fool, with this boyish glint! * and he said, I’m selling manuscripts, poems-and-belly-button-lint! * and I grabbed him by the arm – and I looked him in the eye, * and I said: “Are you for real?” and he said, with-a-little-sigh: * “No, I’m just a figment, of someone’s imagination, * And I-think-I-was-sent-to-torment-you, before you take vacation, * To THE LIZARD ISLANDS, where I am King of ALL! * I-AM!-a reptilian bastard – making this House Call! * To see what you desire – as-a meal-plan-for-the-trip!” * “Man, you are SO CRAZY! but – you-ARE a little hip!” * Well, anyway, I made-it-to-Lizard-Island! It’s a-desert, out in Texas! * But, I gotta say, for all its faults, you-know right-here, the-sex-is * Almost worth “the drive,” but I do dry-retch a lot, * BUT – I’ve-always-been-a-retcher, IN-THIS-SICKENING-WORLD IN-WHICH-I’M-CAUGHT! fin ❤

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Dazzled ~ imagine

Imagine if you never crashed into me

Imagine if I never smiled at you

Imagine if you didn’t smile back

Imagine all the flirting you would have missed

Imagine all those lonely nights

Imagine if love didn’t know how to hang on

What a terrible place it would be

Just imagine that!

@Dazzled ©️

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  • Famous Quotes~

Time ~ until we meet again my love ~

I remember that time, the only way to go away into a world of silence I knew was safe

Self Defense of the world ‘s most trusted moments belonged in my bedroom

A sanctuary of self-defense from personal experience of troubled souls

I wanted a moment in time to be cherished, deired to stay wild in the arms of untenable desire for lives longing to be loved

Not second best cause I don’t have any more time waiting for that moment you kind of wished you finally found home

How many journeys are there to travel unfulfilled feeling like a pawn in some bodies else life

Those pebbles stacked tight trying to fit together being washed out to the sea nowhere to go

Tired of being seen as an asset management tool strips me to pieces I don’t want to be put back together anymore

Being stripped of needing to feel flawlessly untamed left me

feeling gutted once again

A thought crossed my mind if tomorrow never came did I ever really mattered

Blood and flesh are disposable none worthwhile to needing to be loved

Oh, and why did you all desert me to battle time alone

Let me walk through that shattered pointed glass wall of life to that highway of nothingness

Tears of salt run down my skin never to be tasted of life of wasted nothingness.

Death is my salvation back to ashes from where I came

I lay here listening to the ocean crashing on the rocks, nowhere to go no one needs my life not even me

Emptiness, no family just the sounds of my heart slowly dying

We all face our time alone as life slips away to make room for new life to be born

This journey wasn’t meant to end this way

I’m not alone in this world I had it all, memories of an amazing life slowly slipping away to the depth of the ocean floor where I belong

Emptiness isn’t supposed to feel like this

Yesterday, I was informed I was having my driving License returned cause my sight was restored, and that’s what made the light turn on in my head it finally clicked; my life was only worth a drivers license to one self, the Doctor that restored my sight as some reward For his gratification mattered to him. As the day progressed, no one gave a ”rats ass! ” I sat at my office desk empty. No one said anything much.

My life was all about a lousy drivers license. The phone rang, he had an appointment with the pub, ” see you tomorrow, leave food cooked for me when I get home” someone banged on the door to put drops in my eye, bang went the door, no how do you do. Phone rang, transfer money into my credit card cause I’m going to to sing at the pub. And if you stay awake I will shove a feather duster up your ass! to make me happy, Get it!

on second thoughts if has occurred to me that I’m still worth something I rang a Tourist Company and booked a holiday to Lizard Island. And I am not coming back to work for any one. Don’t ring me, no longer available for your pleasure.

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