Category Archives: JFASTEREFT MODERN IMPRESSIONIST POET

IT’S JUST A DAY – LIKE-ANY-OTHER-DAY, You ask: “How was it?”  (and-I’m-likely-to-say:) “It was just PLAIN WONDERFUL, how else could-it-be?”😁🌞

“A QUESTION ABOUT THE DAY’S DIRECTION!” a poem Wednesday: 12/12/2018 – “Karaoke Wednesday” at The Railroad Blues in Alpine, Texas, U. S. A.

IT’S JUST A DAY – LIKE-ANY-OTHER-DAY,
You ask: “How was it?” (and-I’m-likely-to-say:)
“It was just PLAIN WONDERFUL, how else could-it-be?”
“And – What does THAT mean?” you’re asking me.
Well, it simply means: most-o’-the-folks-I-met,
Today-were-kinda-happy; yes-you-can-fairly-bet,
That I’ve no better gauge, with-which-to-answer-your-query,
Because each day, for me, is really kinda blurry!
I get OUT THERE – and I meet the folks I know,
And I meet some new acquaintances, and I talk with them just so,
And I try to insure – to make ’em laugh, just a little,
To make ’em feel relaxed, and maybe play my cello fiddle,
And MAYBE – sing a love song that will warm their Hearts a bit,
Or – read a piece of poetry, one that might just fit,
Into their precious SCHEME OF THINGS, to smooth a dreary day,
And-I-sometimes have some origami – a gift for them, I pray:

That I might-just warm their Hearts – for to warm them, then I DO,
Also warm my little soul; we’re ALL just passing through,
And hopefully-no-one’ll-shoot-me – or yell at me TOO loud,
And IF-I-can-touch-a-soul-or-two, I feel mighty proud,
BUT! I don’t-almost-always-succeed -to help folks on their way,
But-I-try – sometimes – to-insure-a-bit, that-I-might-“improve(?!)”-their-day,
To the point – that-when-they’re-safely-HOME, and someone asks THE QUESTION,
That they MIGHT say: “The day was good!”
We-can-all-LEAN-in-That-Direction!

fin ❤

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To-be-savored!  ([It’s] called: SILENCE) – (something)-even-honored-by-birds!

“SILENCE OF THE BIRDS!” a poem December 10, 2018 – Monday

WHY! do you read this? [It’s “demon possessed!”] -No more inspired than “smut!”
Words-and-phrases-are-fairly-USELESS, (YOU) might-as-well-smell-a-cow’s-butt!
And-The-Bible (a-filthy-“rag”) – warns you: “Don’t let your ears be tickled!”*
When words are consumed and processed, they’re fairly-well “pickled!”
OK! OK! I think I can give you this:
Sometimes-they’ll-inspire – a-MODICUM-of-bliss,
IF-they-can-get-you-to-laughing, with your mind-in-a-“tizzy,”
Upset IN LOVE, reeling and dizzy!
Maybe in that – a word has some merit,
Like the riotous antics (pause) of a love-sick ferret!
BUT, IF WORDS BECOME ADDICTIVE – AND NECESSARY TO DO,
Addiction to LOVE – might be better for you!?
But DON’T take it from me – go-ahead-(and)-read – ’til you “drop,”
And dropping’s just fine! If-you-want: (all)-the-verbage-need-not-stop!
BUT JUST BE AWARE: THERE IS P A U S E BETWEEN WORDS,
To-be-savored! ([It’s] called: SILENCE) – (something)-even-honored-by-birds!

fin ❤

    • 2 Timothy 4:3

STRIVING-TO-ATTAIN-perfect-pitch – for-another’s-favorite-song!

“(A) PATH OF HEART!” a poem Dec. 10, 2018 (Moon-Day)

Striving-to-be-respected; striving-to-be-admired;
Striving-to-be “The Head;” hoping – to be “hired!”
Striving for “the right reasons,” turning-(away) from “the wrong;”
STRIVING-TO-ATTAIN-perfect-pitch – for-another’s-favorite-song!

Longing to hold you; longing to be,
Falling in love; yearning – to see,
Your sweet face-and-touch-your-precious-skin,
To smell your-body’s-perfume – TO-TAKE-YOU-ALL-RIGHT-IN!

And, when we reached The-Glory, of life – in-Afterlife,
My hand is quite entwined, within-the-fingers-of-my-wife,
And Peter, Dear-Dear Peter, at The Golden, Arching Gate,
With-my-McDonald’s-burger, and-the-“sauce”-is-oh-so-great,
And-Peter-asks: “What-striving-and-seeking-did-you-do?”
My Answer: “I did neither! I just “fell” for Mimmy-Poo;
I just yearned and longed to hold her;
I just dreamed of kissing true;
I-never-sought-to-ever-possess-her,
For-I-was-TOO-DIZZY-there, in-woo!”

“So,” said-Peter; “you-didn’t-strive? (pause) didn’t-strive-for-wealth-and-fame?
Or search for Heavenly Glory?”

“No! and-if-it’s-all-the-same:
I just-fell-in-love-with THIS girl;
(It)-wasn’t-striving! It-was INSANE!”

“Well done, Oh, Faithful Servant!
BLESS-YOUR-HEART – You lost your brain!”

fin ❤

This, from a man – whose notions-of-Light were always kinda-notorious!

“IN SEARCH OF LIGHT!” a poem Monday: Dec. 10, 2018

“I want to – be -and-bathe-and-live – (pause) in – The Celestial Light;
The Light of God!! – will fill my being – I’ll be both brave and bright!!
FOR ETERNITY, ENLIGHTENED! I shall find The Way,
To-experience – THE-IN-LIGHT-state – (pause) In-The-Light, I’ll-ever-stay!
Grace – or GOD – or Providence – will – mag-ic-ally TRANSMIT,
ME!-to-The-Realm-of-Light-&-Love – MY SOUL, FOREVER LIT!!
Etherica-lly-LIGHT & BUOYANT, Dazzling-and-Glorious!”

This, from a man – whose notions-of-Light were always kinda-notorious!

HE REACHED “SAMADHI,”* after-many-years – of careful, secret MANTRA,**
With (1) guided-meditation; (2) prayers – (pause) & (3) a progressive-ecstatic-tantra!***
And reached (HE-DID?) ENLIGHTENMENT, to gaze in “God’s” pure face,
Of loving radiant glory – beyond this HUMAN SPACE!!

And TIME ELAPSED! A thousand years(?) – it-a-day – “captured”-in-His-Sight,
This clever SEEKER – of-The-Divine, filled with rapturous might,
And THERE HE STANDS, FOREVERMORE(?) – gazing-with-loving-desire;
He is, oh, so, so-HYPNOTIZED! Will he ever tire,
Of only staring – and-longing – captivated-and-Blinded-By-The-Light?

LIFE IS HERE FOR LIVING!!! NOT REACHING EVERY HEIGHT!!

Realize: You’re EVER lit, from birth – until you “die,”
Or-seem to-go to-another-place – – – another Piggie Sty!

THERE IS NO PLACE TO GO TO; There is NO STATE to reach,
(THIS – is what some LITTLE-READ – treatises-do-teach!)

fin ❤

* – A “high,” spiritual condition, supposedly achieved by only a few of The Truly Gifted Seers!! 🙂 – Ya-ba-da-ba-doo!

** – A sound, emitted from a corporeal being, to invoke The Powers of The Universe!!

*** – “Spiritual practices which involved utilizing “sexual energy” in REALLY NEAT WAYS! (L. O. L.)

This love-is-way-too-much! The yearning’s too extreme, Even-though-I’ve-always-wanted – to-be-a-on-YOUR-TEAM!

“I’M JUST GONNA KILL MYSELF – NOT!” a poem a.k.a.: “Since I Don’t Know How To Love Him, I Will Love Him To Die (I Mean) Death; I Mean: I Love You To Death!” Sunday: December 9, 2018

“It’s-not-worth-it-even-though-it’s-taken-us-2000-years-plus-to-find-one-another;
So-I-suggest-we throw it all away; I’m-gonna-BLOW-MY-COVER!
i.e.: I’m gonna take my cover (ing), my physical form,
And BLOW IT ALL TO HELL – in my COLLEGE DORM!
This love-is-way-too-much! The yearning’s too extreme,
Even-though-I’ve-always-wanted – to-be-a-on-YOUR-TEAM!
So, to show you how much I love you, to show-you how much I care,
I’m gonna sacrifice myself – (pause) for my Creasy Bear!” *

So, when she told me this, of course(?) – I jumped for joy and said:
“Let’s-do-it-together, Honey – shoot-each-other-in-the-head –
Or let-us take some poison – or-jump-off a f – – – cliff;
I’m-a-just-so-bloody-happy! Hey-wait-a-SEC! – What if,
Where-we’ll-find-ourselves-a-then – IS EVEN WORSE THAN THIS:
A place? where we can’t hug – or f – – – or even have a kiss,
Where we are separated, and the longing’s even WORSE!”

“Yeah, OK, and-besides-you-might-can’t-write – no-poetic-verse!
Well, s h- -!” she said; “I guess-you’re-right!
Let’s-go-get-ice-cream – & forget this fight!”

“OK- Hon!?” I-said – (but-you-know-yes-even more),
She’s-threatened – to-“off-herself” (pause) a-bunch-o’-times-before!
But I-DO – really love her, (pause) and she-knows-I-can-not-“leave,”
‘Cause-I’ve-no-place-to-go- without-her; all I do is grieve!

fin ❤

‘Cause love that-is gonna work   is-something you can’t search for 💥💥

“IN THE MORNING LIGHT, WE DISCOVERED THE TRUE MEANING OF T H E T R I N I T Y !” a poem, for awakening! Tuesday, November 13, 2018.

My lover! She-don’t-have-no-periods (pause) (and) I-have-no com-mas!

She’s always ready! (pause) and – I-don’t ever (pause!) pa-ause,*

‘Cause love that-is gonna work is-something you can’t search for:

It’s like THE SECOND COMING – don’t-’xpect-Jesus-at-your-door!

IF someone comes a-knockin’ – or shows up on “the tube,”

That’s NOT the Real Jesus – just some-other goofy boob!

Now, I ain’t “dissing” boobies, ‘cause-I need me some warm milk,

And it REALLY – beats The Heck – outta homogenized – and Silk®

My LOVER, like I said, don’t have – no per-i-ods,

So-she’s-always ready – for “a twist,” with orgasms, myri-ads!

It’s-enough to drive you wild, insane;

But, remember! The searching? it’s just inane;

However-IF! a pretty girl comes – knockin’ at your door,

And says words like: “ … ready-to-be your whore,”

By golly, fellows! (pause) Take her little hand,

And, come-on – take-it-off – to The Promised Land,

And do kiss and cuddle – ‘til The Morning Light,

Menage a trois! It can be – outta sight! 🙂 – Where two or more are gathered …

fin ❤

* – And! I’m also a lying so-and-so! Trust NO ONE! (Unless you want to!!) Of course, occasionally I take a little nap! BUT THEN! Back again!! You-know!😁

… we found Jesus! Yippee! Hey! Stop IT! Stop eating all the whipped cream! … and strawberries! Hey! That’s The LAST Straw – berry! 😁😁

Can’t lose The Control, ’cause you are too “cock-sure?”

“A SEQUENCE OF FREQUENCE!” a poem Sunday: December 9, 2018

CAUSE-and-EFFECT? Well – Yes AND No!
Is-IT-a-“crap shoot?” Oh, YES! – (and)-“a-little”-can-go –
A-Real long way –
It can carry the day –
And, then, lose you tomorrow,
What-of: “SURCEASE OF SORROW?!”*

Is life so intense? Well, IF SO, we can-mention:
About-what-gives-rise – to the intense dimension:

Yes, it’s just-one-sequential-step,
To-lose-intense, just be “hep,”
And RELAX-around-life – you-need-NOT-take (a) poll,
To lose your intense, just LOSE-THE-CONTROL!

Can’t lose The Control, ’cause you are too “cock-sure?”
I remind ALL again – a-sad(?)-reminder (?) – from SIR:
“We’re-all-just-addicted, to Strength, Faith & Law,
And – when-weak-unsure chaos – lifts-up ITS paw,
We shudder – and cry out – into The Night!”
(Drama[tic]-Queens – can-not – look-in-The-Light!)

SO, OPEN YOUR CURTAINS – AND LET THE LIGHT BLIND,
ALL OF YOUR CERTAINTY, PUSHED BY YOUR MIND –
Certain – and Clever – and-ready-to-control,
And – AIMING AT TARGETS (we-imagine) ARE “THE GOAL!”

Life is a Mystery – LIVING – BIZARRE,
“Love”-has-a-history – of going too far,
YOU-DON’T-HAVE-TO-PROTECT-IT – IT DOES F I N E – ON ITS OWN,
Just-pet-your-doggie! He’ll Find His Own Bone! 🙂 – Woof!

fin ❤

fin ❤
* – from “The Raven” by Edgar Allan Poe