“The Young Sorceress” by Antoine Wiertz, c. 1857.

“The Young Sorceress” by Antoine Wiertz, c. 1857.

You’re So Pretty ~

“THEY” will always question “WHETHER HE LOVES THEM OR NOT!” * The Girls, THEY-will never be caught, * In LOVE’s perfect net, Because THERE’RE GAPING-HOLES, you bet! * Because LOVE never engages to confine! * It always allows AMPLE ROOM FOR ESCAPE, and this is FINE, * because GIRLS HAVE LESS FAITH than a mustard seed, *Which is not very much, I-Think we all will concede! * Girls can never believe THAT THEY ARE RADIANT AND FAIR * – to The Opposite Sex (us guys!) standing over there, * WAITING! EVER-waiting for a little chance to say: * “Gosh, __, you are so pretty today. * The Girls’ response: “Those guys are full of c – – P!” * Because they hate their bodies; theyThinkthatThatGap, * Between their legs – is a portal into Hell, * but The Boys know that it’s HEAVEN . . . and oh, so swell!

The Lost and Found Department ~

“THE SHEEP ON THE SHEPARD’S SHOULDERS SPEAKS” a poem written Sunday, but posted on Monday, September 16, 2019. a.k.a.: “Did I REALLY Need To Go After THIS ONE?” a. k. a.: “The Same Old Refrain.”

The Sheep:

“Thank you, Lord for finding me; I must have wandered off too far,

BUT itTookYou long enough to find me. WHY? Did you not bring the car?

Jesus JESUS, YOU ARE PERFECT, but I think you’re late again;

Jesus, YOU ARE SINLESS, BUT I spot a spot of sin.

And you might notHaveSaidThat QuiteRight WhyNotReviewThat Teaching,

But YOU HAVE NEVER A FLAW; oh, ME? No, no, I am NOT preaching,

At you Dear, Dear Lord; youMistake my POINT OF VIEW.

OF COURSE YOU N E V E R MAKE MISTAKES; yourAura’s a flawless hue.

Dear Lord: Yes, please forgive me; ImayHaveStrayed a bit too far,

But I know You’ll forgive me andMySins. Forgiving you are.

I am so glad We’reAllFamilyHere andThatYou’re My Perfect Sav-i-or.

LORD JESUS I LOVEyOUaNdYou’reAlwaysRight;

Can you car-ry me SOME MORE?”

fin ♥

Painted Bodies ~

“PAINT PARTIES R US” a poem September 16, 2019 (Monday)

Romantic Nights (or Days) of: Call’em(a)bus or pull ’em a train,

Or Paint ’em all over, without too much pain.

[Unbeknownst to most] PAINTED LADIES arrived in The Morn;

Morning has broken, and they are quite shorn.

So, the paint goes on, easily smooth and creaming;

We are The Knights, a-painting and steaming,

Making sure our ladies our fresh and clean,

And painted all over; prettierPicturesWe’veNeverSeen,

With brushes in hand and bushes well fanned,

We stroke lots of paint across The Promised Land.

Columbiettes are here hereToAssIst;

Our daughters PURE. DoYou get The Gist,


With thick, colorful paint; oh, no, NOT from H – L L,

(But) From HIGHER SOURCES [The Heavenly Powers];

OUR “LOVELY LISSIES,” theyAre Desert Flowers.

(They are) BLOOMING, without bloomers, as the paint sloshes on,

COVERING SKIN. C’est c’estBon Bo BoNbon.

STICKS AND BRUSHES, stroke by stroke,

Yearning, withPassion, each Honey and Bloke.

I WANNA BE A [K]NIGHT, who’ll usher in The Day,

With The Painted Americana Ladies, I simply will say:

“You are beautifully dark and beautifully deep,


As we cover (with paint?) and uncover too,


And when The Painted Ladies of The (K)nights are through,

They are colorful and luscious, but hidden from view.

THE POWER OF GOD, such ENERGY we behold;

Daughters of America PAINTED and BOLD,

And The Knights of Columbus areFinally “painted out;”

ALL OF THEIR [painting?] FLUIDS, areGone, noDoubt.

fin ♥ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qbqxbGm9hBI