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Memories of Breast Feeding ~

Memories of Breastfeeding 🤱
Memories of Breastfeeding 🤱

“PERFECT MEMORY!” a poem for the last day of August, the 31st of Aug. 2019!

“PERFECT! 38 Double-D’s!!! ” my friend kept whispering to me throughout dinner!

I WISHED – he’s SHUT-UP Isn’t it obvious? – He’s-a big, ol’ sinner!

(I thought) “I wish he’d get his mind on something else and let me eat my steak!”

However, it WAS kind of hard to avoid looking over there, in his girlfriend Rebecca’s direction, for goodness’ sake!

“That guy!” I thought; “he’s the smartest guy I’ve ever met,”

As he whispers: ” ‘The Who!’ ‘Mama’s Got A Squeeze Box!’ 1975! You were 21!”

And I’m [just a-bit] upset,

So, we’re just sitting there, and I’m trying to eat!

“I’ve-been-sober X-days-Y-weeks-Z-months-and-so-many-years!-Ain’t-that-neat?”

(pause)

“And CELIBATE!! Celibate, not quite that long:

BUT – X years, Y months, Z weeks – and – ABCD days strong!

“JUST YOU WAIT,” I thought, with evil intent,

“I’m cuttin’ out your tongue after dinner, BUT (I know) it WOULDN’T MAKE A DENT!

My friend, with a photographic memory, will-just LEARN TO “SIGN,”

And, with his hands, THEN he’ll be driving me crazy like that!

I don’t know WHY I whine,

AS I LISTEN TO THE INCESSANT BABBLE OF A THOUSAND-1000 DAYS,

His photographic memory – has simply got me “in a haze,”

BUT! for God’s sake, the guy is just so darned clever – and SWEET,

Memories of Breastfeeding 🤷‍♀️

A master carpenter – and mechanic! and his culinary skills, you just can’t beat!

“D cup!!! Maybe C! Si! Si! I gotta get me a Mexican Bride!

The smartest person I know,

TAKING ME ON ANOTHER, AMAZING, PHOTOGRAPHIC RIDE!

fin ♥

{Life is all about PERFECT MEMORIES, here & there!

When you never die and don’t go to Heaven, at all-your-memories you’ll have to stare! Try to make real good ones while you’re hangin’ around here! That way, at the end of some days, you won’t have to shed even one-sad-tear!}

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  • Big fake ~
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  • Comfy ~ in my opinion ~
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Without warning ~

“GOD’S CANCER!?” a poem 31 August 2019 (Saturday)

Without warning! on some lovely day,

IT STARTED “GOING,” in-an unusual way!

A growth! which just looked at me – and would not heal!

“Now, what is this?” I said; “What kind of deal,

Is THIS? growing all day long,

Getting big – and puffy – and red – and strong!?”

Diagnosis? : CANCER! “Have THE THING removed!”

“No,” said I, a-dancer; “I-shall NOT e’er be moved,

From-accepting, y’-know, FATE! -or- THE-BLOODY WILL-o’-GOD,”

So, I watched Mr. Happy! growing on my bod,

And – HE GREW AND GREW, FOR YEARS AND YEARS;

We got-married! bought-a-car! and, together-shed many-tears!

And-then ONE DAY (maybe ’cause He got so big),

He fell right off, DEAD – so, with-love in-me, I started to dig,

A perfect grave, for my perfect “mate!”

I had grown accustomed to him! and-every weekend date,

That we shared, through thick and thin!

No, he didn’t grow – upon my chin,

Or in an organ – or on my toe!

You-guessed-it! Where he-grew, I-just-knew you’d know:

HE GREW THERE! right-a-cross my mam-mar-ies,

And the message He left: “Thanks-For-The-Mem-or-ies!”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f_XV_AE5aFc ]

And I NOTICED JUST THE OTHER DAY,

His sister’s now growing there, name-o’: “Carcino-Jenny-Mae, “

And I just know we’re gonna be pals, hopefully, the-best of friends,

And, whether we get married or not – WELL, that just depends!

‘Cause I like my bedmates PUFFY! a-little-rank – and dripping juice!

And, of course, I like ’em – WILD! and LOOSE!

Ready for action, at the drop of-a hat;

And I’ll takes ’em as I finds t-’em, but I kinda likes ’em FAT,

So we can scrunch – and cuddle – and bounce-around in bed!

And She can be brown, even black – and/or blue – but (you-guessed-it) I PREFER RED!

fin ♥

God grows big; God is GOOD; God is-in cancer – and morning wood!

God loves to eat us – for lunch or dinner; God likes to-munch, ‘specially on-a sinner,

‘Cause God likes us juicy, spicy and hot;

I tell-ya: “GOD-IS-WARM! – and-has-been-known-to-smoke-some-pot!”*

  • – but only in states where it’s legal! God refuses to “break the law,” unless She has to!

Luke Le Bree~

Unity through the Holy Spirit.

Most dear friends of my heart, you are beautiful to me. For most of my life I have sought after that which is though to be valuable and all was taken from me…my houses, my cars,… my holidays, …my position in life, yet in this crazy mixed up life I drew closer to what was unseen but very loving in my life. I could see clearly that the rulers of my days were blind and they were leading the blind. The Eternal loving truths of life and under the guidance of the Holy Spirit became everything I needed to be filled with love and purpose.

  • The Egos Con ~
    "PREPARATION" a poem September 13 2019 (Friday) IT'S ALMOST TIME TO W(H)INE AND DINE, ] Lots of PREP TIME shall be mine.] PutOnMyBestFace for THIS TIME, ] For I WANT it toBE sublime, APPROPRIATE and PROPER, see, ] WHEN FINISHED, feeling GOOD for ME, Is CRITICAL and very needed; I donotwannabe UPSET or out seeded. … Read more
  • “O. J. MAN.” a poem on: Friday The 13th September 2019
    "O. J. MAN." a poem on: Friday The 13th September 2019 (I'm telling you) IF you can find a man to squeeze you orange juice in the morning, you got it made, 'Cause an orange juice squeezer that kind of guy is (for lack of a better term:) A HIGHER GRADE, Because he USES HIS … Read more
  • Big fake ~
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  • Comfy ~ in my opinion ~
    "COMFY!" a poem September 12, 2019 (Thursday) "Don't go there." and "Stay away from him." "I'm NOT comfortable (and you shouldn't be either) with Brian or Jim, Or Robin or any unstable girl or, even, Gladys, Who hangs out at The Local Bar, [who is] simply a BAD A ( ) S." Thank GOODNESS, we … Read more
  • Luke Le Bree ~
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Zeb ~

“EVERYONE’S GOT TO DECIDE IF & HOW THEY’RE GOING TO DIE!” a poem, August 31, 2019 (Saturday)

I-USED-to: get-on-the-phone, on-the-phone, on-the-phone, with-Zeb all-day,

About philosophy & considerations & strategies – for a better way!

& HOW-TO and WHY-NOT & about how important it-is to talk,

And-we’d talk and talk often about-time, according-to-“The-Appropriate-Clock!”

Zeb-&-I would talk and talk, and I LOVED everything he’d say!

Then, one day ZEB DIDN’T CALL; he-just-didn’t-call, even-to-say: “Hey!”

And, later on, I heard My Friend Zeb-had “passed away!”

They said he got HOT – and wasn’t feeling OK,

So, they took him to a hospital, where he laid in a coma,

And he died THERE! There! in Oklahoma!

They said that DE-HYDRATION – was the “pivotal thing,”

Which ended-his-life – and Lots of time on the phone can bring,

Lot of good talking, but (also) forgetting about water drinking!

When I heard that, well (pause) I-HAD A TERRIBLE SINKING,

(FEELING) In my tummy, for I knew I had talked poor Zeb to death!

I KILLED HIM! as surely as if I’d given him too-much-cocaine – or-“meth!”

I FELT GUILTY AS SIN, and I cried for many days,

Until Zeb came-to-me-in-a-dream, and THIS consideration he did raise:

“Hi, Sweetie!” he said; “please don’t be ‘down;’

I beg you, My Love – wipe away that guilty frown,

For EVERYONE CHOOSES HOW THEY’LL ‘CHECK OUT,’

And I died doing what I loved doing, SO DON’T YOU POUT!

Just know IF-YOU-WANT ‘TALK’-TO-KILL-YOU,

Keep-it-up! and you’ll surely do,

Exactly what I did, which ISN’T SO-BAD!

Come on now! Don’t be sad!”

So, I-thought-about-it – and I-DECIDED – to-start going for walks,

And I looked at The Sun – and didn’t pay much mind to clocks,

And I took up sewing and singing and dancing in the rain,

Figuring, when I died, I wanted to explain,

To Saint Peter – at The Golden Gate: “I died OUTSIDE! I died – feeling GREAT;

I died – walking-here-and-there! OBSERVING! WALKING! a-round,

with my doggie my-LOVER &-my-“feet on-the-ground,”

And honestly, I DON’T REMEMBER HOW (I died)! Perhaps, The Sun absorbed me!”

Now, isn’t that AMAZING! and it’s great TO BE FREE!

If I die, I’ll die for ZEB! and BLUE SKIES, which, I think, is pretty-rare!

I’ll die for-and-about those things – upon which we all, maybe, should rightly care!

fin ♥

Breast Cancer Awareness week~

BREAST AWARENESS WEEK!”! Fry Day!

A breast can be good – so our chests won’t collapse!

Keep focused this week – Be careful! Don’t “laps(e)!”

Just focus attention on-the-curves-and-the-trip,

And, please, do be careful; don’t run into it!

Or – THEM! ‘Cause I know we’ve got two, maybe three,

Unless you’re an animal, and a litter you see!

Breasts! They’re all over – all over the place!

They’re here, and they’re there! They’re all “in my face!”

I’ve seen them, since birth, BUT, after a while,

The breasts were (are) withdrawn(?) – I was told STILL to smile!

Well, I’ve news for you all – as I write “out-of-sight!”

Big breasts, coming-for-me? “To all a good night!” 🙂

fin. <3

So, you thought that I’d finished my “breast-ular rhyme!?”