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BRAIN~WASHING 101

“BRAIN-WASHING 101!” a poem a.k.a.: “The Inherent Danger of Religion, Philosophy & Study!” a.k.a.: “The Difficulty of Disengaging From Organizations, Their Policies & Doctrines!” May 10, 2019 (Friday!)

From the apparent first day we enter, WE-ARE BOMB-arded,
Our lives are ma-nipulated, for-“our-souls” seem un-guarded!
“HI, HOW ARE YOU?” – – – “I’M FINE!” “Me too!”
“AND-WHAT-DOES-THAT-MEAN?” “Well, I’m-really-not-sure!” (pause)
“WELL, BUDDY! YOU-BETTER, QUICKLY! CLEAR-UP-THAT-BLUR!
& UNDERSTAND – & DELINEATE – – – & ANALYZE, if you want a date,
WITH ME – FOR, FOR SURE, C-O-N-C-E-P-T!! IS THE THING!”
“but, I SO-just-wanted-to-get-you a-shiny, new ring,
One you can wear, – – – So-that-I-can-show-that-I-care!”
“WELL, TO ‘SHOW-ME’ THAT-YOU-T-R-U-L-Y–DO-CARE,
EXPLAIN EACH NUANCE – IN-YOUR-“BROKEN”-STARE,
DESCRIBING AND ANALYZING – ALL OF YOUR FEELINGS!”


[That sounds-an-awful-lot like:-some-Business-Dealings!]

When relationships with people, with EACH OTHER,
Are not really that important, (oh, gosh, Dear-Mother!),
As relationships we have – with conceptual analysis,
Then, I think, so-to-speak – there is-a-kind of-paralysis,
Which brings The Conceptually Focused Pe[u]rson,
To a Place of Stasis, where-no-one’s-“nursin’,”
And, therefore-NO-MILK-of-Human-NESS will-be-drunk,
Until all analytical processes – are thoroughly “thunk!”
And, since analysis is – and-always-has-been – Never-Ending,
With no one, with no one – will-you-ever-be-be-“friending!”
Instead, you-might-wed [or “court”] – A THEORY – or TEACHING,
a PSYCHOLOGICAL TREATISE, perhaps, based-on [Carl] Jung’s “sacred preaching!”
Of course, you can ALWAYS fall-in-love with IDEAS – or the contents of a book?
If you mainly just love CONCEPTS, then PEOPLE, YOU CAN OVERLOOK!
BUT, remember: When concepts are-more-important than people,
There’s -really no reason – to-ever-seek-A-Steeple!*
Marry, instead, good notions and ideas;
No vows are then needed, and-I’ll get-up-off-my-knees-es!
For, you see: “I just wanted to hold you, and I just wanted to touch you;
I don’t know WHY (and-don’t-care); I-just WANTED-TO!
I just want to: hug you & smell you & fon-dle your hair,
And kiss – and touch your-sweet ๐Ÿ™‚ – Under-wear!

fin <3

* – For the purposes of marriage

Until the end of time
Love always finds a way
Forever together
๐Ÿค—

Your Career has been nothing short of inspirational

Your work ethics have been nothing short of motivational

Your demeanor typing Poetry has been nothing short of Professional

We are inspired by nothing short of your inspiring wisdom

Congratulations Top Authur @bestofnatureblog

Mystic Poet Laureate AWARDS

https://youtu.be/CCSGelSCPGE
Congratulations Sir Brilliant ๐Ÿค—
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Shall we go for a ride down the back road ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿปโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฅ

“SHALL WE GO FOR A RIDE?” a poem a.k.a.: “J. B.!” May 6, 2019 (A’s B-day!)
[Monday]

It might be fun (pause) [you-know!] REAL FUN!
If we-went for-“a-ride,” and-I-could-be-your-“Hon!”
I-could-call-you: “Daddy!” or “Mommy!” or PAL;
I just LOoooooooVE “rid-ing!” (pause) I’m THAT kind of gal!

Please! Please! Let’s-go! I’m SO excited;
I’m-glad [that] with-YOU – I-have-confided,
MY NEED – for “a ride,” to “The Other Side!”
Let’s-go-for-our-ride! I’m-young! (pause) but WIDE!

Let’s go! Let’s go! Oh! Wait! Come-meet-my-“pop!”
He’s The Sheriff ’round here! Yes, he’s a REAL cop,
And I’m his PRIDE AND JOY, just looking for a boy,
Or-a-girl [that] I-can-ride-with! Please, please, be my TOY!

I’m “Papa’s Pink, Pink Rose Blossom;” see-the-covers-on-my-bed?
He-got-me-these, and when-I-sleep, they’re-next-a-to-my-head!
Do you think-a-that I have his EYES? (pause) Don’t-they-sort-a look en-trap-ping!
Come-on-now, let’s DO OUR RIDE! I’m-teasing, and I’m-tapping!

I’m tapping at your Chamber Door; I really can not wait!
“The Boys” down at “the station,” say that I AM “Jail Bait!”
Well, I don’t know what THAT IS! Pop says I’m na-ive!
Can-we-go-for-our-ride NOW? I REALLY want to leave!

Just know that IF I get upset, that would REA-LL-Y be a shame; (pause)
I’d probably have to find me some-body TO BLAME!
Hey, where are you going? You haven’t met my pop!
Wait, wait, wait, wait wait, wait, wait! Don’t-you-wanna see-“my-top?” ๐Ÿ™‚ – Whoa!

Artist – J. JAY SAMUEL DAVIS

“IMBALANCING THE BALANCE!” a poem May 4, 2019 (Saturday)

Is there PERFECT BALANCE? Well, maybe for ONE TICK,
But-then-you’re-on-THE-OTHER-SIDE of-The-Pendulum’s-schtick!

Let’s say: “When you are BALANCED, your ‘[h][a]um’s’ DIVINE!”
Let’s say: “When you’re NOT SPINNING ONE-POINTEDLY, you don’t feel fine!”

If you’re moving,* the closer to CENTER [that] you are,
The more adequate you’ll FEEL! and, when you’re far,
From the balance of The Blessed Still Center,
And you feel AWFUL! OK, now let’s enter:
The Community of Medical, Specialized Folk,
Who calibrate “back to the center,” but it’s really-more-like-a-joke!

There’s-this-speculation, based on “voodoo teachings;”
Will you go? and-listen to-their-learned-preachings:
“DO THIS! TAKE THIS! YOU’LL BE FINE IN THE MORNING!”
And, odds are – you’ll head-back-to-The-Middle, but, without any warning,
You’ll-OVERSHOOT-THE-CENTER , pretty darn quick;
You’ll feel better (for a time); then, you’ll feel sick,
Because-you’ll-be on-the-other-side of-life’s-“blessed-swing,”
Feeling-terrible-again, and-the-doctor-will-bring,
ANOTHER “PRESCRIPTION,” to send you [swinging] BACK again!
“Gosh!” you’ll say; “in THIS PLACE [before], haven’t I been?”

Manipulation! interacting -with-so-much excellent guess-work,
By well-meaning doctors, led by ONE [all-consuming] jerk,
Whose name is ABRAXAS,** a “medical?” “ruler,”
Who LOVES pain and suffering – and RELIEF! What a “fool-er!”

“Abraxas – demands taxes! from ALL [of] His subjects;
You-give: hope-pain-&-suffering, while-He’s-chokin’-ya-necks!”*** The Mystic Poet – and arguably aren’t we all?
** – Abraxas: a name composed of Greek letters, often found on charms, used by ancient “seers!” It has been suggested that the name belongs to the deity from whom all Divine Emanations come! [What this means, I have no idea, but is DOES sound spooky!] ๐Ÿ™‚
*** – and pocketbooks!

“EVOLUTION OF”EVOLUTION OF A GLORIOUS STORY?” OF A GLORIOUS STORY?”

“EVOLUTION OF A GLORIOUS STORY?” OF A GLORIOUS STORY?” a poem 27 April 2019 (Saturday!)

PHASE ALPHA!

I “looked” around, or-FELT-for-a-while!
A MILKY BED! is just my style!
I-kind-o’-like-to-undulate – here and there!?
This-“space-and-time” thing – is-hard-“to-wear!”
“I think I AM SPLITTING!? NOW!? I-feel-SPLIT!
But I AM! conscious!? a-little-bit!”

PHASE HU-MAN-A!

Flash-forward! ALIENS APPROACHED OUR BASE!
We! Humans! are-simply-lost-in-space!
“We” now anti-ci-pate our-inevitable demise,
At-the-“hands?” of-“aliens!?” “WHO’S-IN-DISGUISE?”
I ASKED, as Bella-Dona came!
“Hush up, ye hu-man!” “Bella, you’re-STILL-a-dame!”
I said that as I was being harshly restrained,
By her “alien cohorts,” who-were-NOT-terribly-pained,
By-partial-extermination – of-us-“human-chaff!”
One looked to ME, as I did laugh!
“You puny, weak – and putrid thing!”
I smiled, as-“they” attached a ring,
Around my neck – and closed it tight!
THEY WERE SO-CURIOUS, AS-TO-WHY-I-DIDN’T-FIGHT!

PHASE PLE-JA-REN

Now-Friends! in-The-Twinkling-of-an-Eye,
“Aliens”-populate-The-Earth! and-this-is-why:
It’s-because-of-this-little-story’s next design;
I’m now an alien, and I’m feeling fine,
And ALL OTHER SEEMINGLY WILLFUL ONES,
Are also “aliens,” and they have guns!
Ray guns! (Oh, yeah!) to keep “the animals” in line;
In-case-of-attack, guns subdue-THEM fine!
They are tranquilized, perhaps for eating,
Mad-dogs – cats – or-sheep, a-bleeting,
Or monkeys – lions – and hu-mans too!
YOU-KNOW? ALL THE ANIMALS YOU FIND AT “THE ZOO!”

It’s-funny-how No-single-“alien” remembers when,
Humans did rule – this Worldly Den;
Nor do any remember when we were “earlier ones,”
And-“we” swam the seas, and “we” harnessed suns!
We-also-swam-in-plasma! Who knows where!
Now, Thank Heaven(s)! We don’t-need-no-underwear,*
Unlike “hu-mans,” who will “poop” their pants!
“They” do-have a form of “talk,” with grunts and chants!**

It-is-now 2550? a year NOT to remember,
What happened in 2020, in The Bleak December,
When “aliens” took over, from distant stars!
“They”-took-over-this-“plane” “hu-mans” used-to-call “OURS!”

Yet, there IS – ONE “court jester” among us here,
A science fiction poet, who, as-a-result-of-his-silly-profession, doesn’t-fear,
To write about silly, fictional times, when he laughed at scary visitors,
Who demanded respect, as His inquisitors!
He laughed without fear, for He knew that His story,
included A NEXT STEP – of “Alien Glory!”
He’s also a pseudo-scientist, who studied amoebas,
Undulating, one-celled-organisms, living-in-fluid-milk-“kivas!”
He inspects his amoebic “friends,” asking if they’re OK!
And THEY’LL SPLIT! if-he-blows-them-a-kiss or-when-he-teaches-them-to-pray:
“I might be – just a single, one-celled, little thing,
But BLESS ME, Lord! for-I’m-in-The-Glorious-Story The Mystic Poet likes to bring!”

fin <3

* – This will come as a welcome “relief” to those who prefer “going commando!” Many humans find underwear uncomfortable and restrictive! “Aliens” have no need of such “devices,” as they excrete in a “proper” fashion, without stress and stench!
** – like dolphins, who use a form of echo reflection, so the hu-man techniques are not quite as sophisticated!

“ANOTHER DAY IN THE LAND OF JACK’S BEAN!”*๐Ÿ’ฅ

“ANOTHER DAY IN THE LAND OF JACK’S BEAN!”* a poem April 25, 2019 (TH.)

“The scraps! The crumbs! You throw to me,
Are in-su-fficient!” She-said-spite-fu-lly!

The Golden Goose – was-laying eggs, as-fast-as-He-was-able!!
But, still, His-Sweetie-demanded [that] He-lay-MORE, for-the-breakfast-table!

* – A story related to the fable “Jack and The Beanstalk!” Years after The Giant has passed away, having left a daughter, equally gigantic, She was able to retrieve The Golden Goose and The Harp from Jack’s house! It was a house That Jack Built!

“JUSTICE FOR JOSHUA*ย  THE JEW!”ย  a poem, dedicated to: HIM!ย  on Wednesday 23 April 2019!ย ย  a.k.a.: “Imagine!!”ย  a.k.a.: “Stop In The Name of Love!?” ~ J. Jay SAMUEL DAVIS

“JUSTICE FOR JOSHUA* THE JEW!” a poem, dedicated to: HIM! on Wednesday 23 April 2019! a.k.a.: “Imagine!!” a.k.a.: “Stop In The Name of Love!?”

IMAGINE YOU! Playing-“cops,” as-you-did, as-a-kid yesterday!
Imagine YOU, after-“growing-up?” You-have-a cock-sure sway,
And-decide-to-attend one of the Police Academy Schools,
Graduating! AFTER-you’ve learned-ALL-THE-RULES!?

You get a “smart” uniform, and-there’s-a-glint-in-your-eye;
You marry your “childhood sweetheart,” having kids by-and-by,
And you soon get “transferred” – to a little West Texas town,
Being-told-to “keep the peace” &-use “reasonable force” when holding a suspect down!

Then – IMAGINE ONE DAY, A “DRIFTER” COMES AROUND,
And gets in a little trouble, as he yells, with-a BIG sound!
And, when you approach him, he yells – even more,
DISTURBING THE PEACE! So, you wrestle him to the floor,
And he struggles a lot, so you “beat him” a bit,
To shut him up – and so – in restraints you can get,
HIM! Yet, he struggles more and yells LOUD, very upset,
And you HAVE TO toss him in County Jail, knowing it’s a “safe bet,”
That, since he’s pretty “smart” and wants JUSTICE TO PREVAIL,
That he might just STUDY UP!? in! – or-out of jail!

So, imagine you don’t like Him; you-wish-he’d-go-away,
For you’ve MANY “tough” hombres, you gotta deal with every day,
But MOST of them realize – that they might-a been “outta line,”
So, about their arrests? They’re-probably NOT gonna “whine!”

BUT, “THIS” GUY – HOLDS A GRUDGE – AND WANTS A FULL HEARING!
Now, imagine YOU’RE HIM,
[For-it-is-YOURSELF! Upon-whom you’re-really-peering!?]

NOW! Imagine YOU-have-approached – some silly lawyer guy,
And-he’s-suggested, “Why-don’t-you-drop-it?” giving THIS WHY:
“Because law enforcement is seldom restrained!
Cops do what they THINK is reasonable, even-if-suspects-are-PAINED,
By repeated blows! to subdue EVEN an unarmed man!
THE PUBLIC SUPPORTS THE LOCAL SHERIFF (usually) – Is-it-some-Divine-Plan?” NO! NO! [It] Can’t be! That’s ABSURD, for “God” won’t do such stuff?
GOD’S ALWAYS FAIR! Isn’t-SHE!? Yet, JUSTICE CAN BE ROUGH!?!?

Yet, I don’t believe in God, so, sometimes (or often) MIGHT IS RIGHT,
And police officers will simply patrol – PA-TROL! throughout the night,
And “mess up” some people – Yeah! Perhaps too much!
NOW! Imagine again! That YOU’RE THAT LAWYER, as such,
And you realize – (Oh, yeah!) Every system of LAW – has its “faults?”
& DIRTY ROTTEN SECRETS – ARE SOMETIMES STUFFED AWAY IN VAULTS!
And imagine, as this lawyer, you are skeptical and callous,
After having practical(?) experience? regarding forgive-ness and malice!

Yes, IMAGINE YOU – IN ALL THESE ROLES!
A COP! A LAWYER! An INDIGENT – with-conflicting-goals!
Just SIMPLY PERFECT, as you-all can be,
SEEKING – for your individual, little piece(s) of Heaven, CAN ANY OF YOU SEE?

That: Life might end TOMORROW! Yeah, sure! Do what-you-wanna-do-TODAY!!!!
Or! What you CAN do! Now (if you want) LISTEN TO WHAT I SAY:
“We’re ALL in a drama – of cops, robbers and BUMs,
TRYING TO GET BY! We MOSTLY – suck our thumbs!”

And, finally, Josh[ua], imagine-you’re-GOD! Many people like-to;
NOW, what is it YOU’LL-say UNTO YOU?
To The Cop: “Good job! Thanks for keeping The Peace!”
To The Lawyer: “Don’t SOB! Justice will never cease,
And it’ll-NEVER-die! It-just smells-like-it!”

And – to THE BEATEN INDIGENT, “God” might offer this bit:
“I’m SOOOOO sorry – you got beaten upon,
And I REALLY HOPE – all your SELF-respect – isn’t gone!
Anyway, I’m sorry! MY FAULT! My ‘bad,’ I guess,
A lotta people around here – get beat and killed, but-I’ll-STILL-bless,
Efforts-for-PEACE REVENGE and-JUSTICE, but-never-enough! ๐Ÿ™‚ -Mmm!
Yet, I STILL BLESS THEM ALL – in The Name of Lou[v]f!

fin <3

* – Jeshua (Joshua), the Aramaic-Hebrew name for Jesus!

SANCTIMONIOUS STATE OF AFFAIRS ~ Scrooge ๐Ÿค—

“OMG SX FOOD MONEY: THE SANCTIMONIOUS WORLD CALLED TABOO, WHICH MOST HUMANS HOLD DEAR!” a poem April 2, 2019 (Tuesday)

If you wanna “ruffle feathers,” talk-about: s x, food & money;
If you wish to have attention, those are always the “hot topics,” honey!
People start going berserk (for some reason) when you “hit” upon those fields!
Discord, concern and rebellions start! It’s-what-each-of-those-topics-yields,
Because we “serious” humans have to show how “sensitive” we are:
(1) So! To-start-with, we’re incensed, I think, with-MONEY by far:
“You’re outside; put that money away!” and “Don’t touch my stash!”
It’s-like “the sin against The Holy Ghost!” “Yes! This-is-MY-precious-cash!”
“My PRECIOUS is so precious!” This-is Gollum’s* focus,
Is it the-thing that makes life living? These lives of “hocus pocus!”
(2) Then, FOOD! OMG! “I gotta eat, or-else my bod will shrivel up & I’ll blow away!”
NEVER talk about food preferences or eating habits – in any way!
Just watch people eating! They’re looking around, like someone will-see-them!
They-are-totally-silent – or talk non-stop &-our-eyes, well, they’re-locked-in-ReeE.M.**
“Don’t eat too much!!!!” “Eat the right way!” “Eat the right things,”
OR-ELSE: Gluttony! Anorexia! and Starvation-in-3rd(?)-Countries IT brings!
(3) And – THEN! (pause) THAT SUBJECT!!! “blocked” by Tumblr & Facebook!
Even “related” words – are ANATHEMA!*** Just take a look:
IF YOU USE SX – OR A N Y ANATOMICAL VERB,
OR S – D – M – or-any-“fleshly”-subjects People experience – such “perturb!”

So, if you never want-to be called “unkind” or “un-couth,”
LOOK AWAY! from SX FOOD or MONEY Yes, yes! forsooth!
LIFE IS S O SACRED?! And-these-subjects-are-taboo! Sure-to-kill!?
LUST! GLUTTONY! GREED! OMG! We’ve been taught “inherent thrill?”
About SIN (another taboo subject)! So, EAT, PRAY, LOVE! Do-an-Everything Search!
Plus, when you’re through with “living,” be sure to go to church,
And CONFESS! that you need: Fuel! an Exchange Medium! & Intimate Touch!
PRAY TO GOD, APOLOGIZING FOR BEING HUMAN! “I’m-human – too much!!”

fin <3

* – a thin character in “Lord of The Rings,” also named Smeagol, a “hobbit,” or small river person! He was labeled “Gollum,” because of his guttural, throat noises, and he found a “precious” ring and started becoming very thin, afraid someone would steal his prize! Arguably, we are “torn” between lusting after something & wishing to be free of it! Oh, well! Gollum’s life was extended for eons by having “The One Ring,” and he loved & hated it, as he did himself! We are TAUGHT! to love & hate (1) intimate contact; (2) eating; and (3) money! We are fearful, controlled – and magnificent! I think we should be able to talk about anything we want – and – handle money in public! ๐Ÿ™‚
** – When are eyes are uncontrollably “darting around!” [R. apid E. ye M. ovement!]
*** – Worthy of condemnation, sin and death!?

Money makes the world go round and around until you rattle in the head ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜

“EVOLUTION!?”~ Jfasterfert ๐Ÿ’ฅ

EVOLUTION!?\” “EVOLUTION!?” a poem a.k.a.: “Rising Sun!” a.k.a.: “I’m Sorry There Are No Words To Tell You How Much I Adore You!” April 1, 2019 (April Fools’ Day: Moon-Day)

I met a friend; [Was-it-on] April Fools’?
(S)he was captivating, with eyes like “pools!”
The attraction, it was quite the thing!
Is-it-time – for-a-diamond-ring,
When-I’m-not-even-sure if-it’s-a-boy-or-girl?!
Well, what-the-heck! Let’s-“give-it-a-whirl,”
And see what happens – gay or straight,
Or “bi,” Oh, my! Just SA-TI-ATE,
THIS FEELING, SOME-HOW, for-it’s-in-tense,
And-my-libido makes-no-sense!
With-many attractive people-around,
With none of them will-I-be-found,
Because not-one is-nearly-as-fine,
AS YOU ARE! You-are “DIVINE,”

And-I’m-“immune” to-the-allure,
Of other people, for there’s-no-“stir,”
Of wanting-to-be-with any-one,
Except with YOU, “My Rising Sun!”

Shall-we call-it EVOLUTION?
To be with you? – is-my “solution,”
Is my desire, fond – and strong!
ETERNALLY – is NOT so long,
When “The-Right-One” comes-along,
The-one-who-com-ple-ments my-solitary-song:
A song of HOPE, to-complete-a-life,
That-has-changed-so-much – Are-you my-wife?

You are my future, and together, we,
Are-in-this-together, de-licious-ly!

You are my passion! Now! Exclusive;
Joy-with-you – is-NOT elusive! ๐Ÿ™‚ – Sigh!

fin <3

“EVOLUTION!?”

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“THE MAN WITHOUT SIN IS FREE TO SIN!”*ย JFASTERFERT ๐Ÿค—

“THE MAN WITHOUT SIN IS FREE TO SIN!”* a poem March 31, 2019 (Sunday)

HE CAN’T-FIGURE-“IT”-OUT! [He’s a man without sin!]
Has-he-maybe-figured-out – that-you-NEVER can win,

But! You never lose either, so maybe it’s all OK!
Don’t ask me, Honeys! I’VE NOTHING TO SAY,
That’ll make it all right – or make it-all go away!
A MAN WITHOUT SIN, IS SINNING ALL DAY,

Be-ing-accused! of-breaking-The-Rules;
He-has-things loose-and-rattling – in-his box of tools!

“You’re a TOOL BOX!” they say, and-you-SHOULD-know-more-than-you-do!
“WHAT IS THE TRUTH?” “Well, The Truth is with YOU!
For-it-is-just-simply- what-you-want-it-to-be!”
Now-DOES “YOUR” TRUTH – fill-you- with-satisfaction-and-glee?
IF it don’t make you happy – why-come crying to-me,
Saying-[that]-I- make-you-sad! “PLEASE HELP-ME BE-FREE!”

“OK, you’re free now! So be on your way,
Or-find-someone to-cuddle, for a wonderful day!”

fin <3

* – and never feel guilty about it?!

“THEY’RE THE SAME ONES!” a poem a.k.a.: “Who Did The Zombie Take Out On A Nice Date! A: His GhoulFriend!” March 26, 2019 [Tuesday]

“THEY’RE THE SAME ONES!” a poem a.k.a.: “Who Did The Zombie Take Out On A Nice Date! A: His GhoulFriend!” March 26, 2019 [Tuesday]

As the waters recede – and some tears continue to flow,
The SAME group of villagers, the ones we all know,
Gather around (once more) TOGETHER!
These are The-Ones-anticipating “stormy weather!”
These are The Ones who never see any “recov-er-y,”
And, now that IT’s* here! “Is this real? Well, it can’t-be,
‘Cause we’re NEVER THIS lucky! There’s MORE – quick-to-come;
Probably-worse! Yes, much worse!” (pause) They-usually-LOOK-GLUM!
THEY are “The Noble,” who won’t lift a hand,
Who live – from YOUR courage – and won’t help The Land,
BUT! They-ARE-“in-te-gral,” surely “from God,”
GOD-ain’t-no-saint!!! Anyway, (pause) The-World’s-odd!
THESE ARE THE SAME ONES, WHO-HAVE-BEEN HERE BEFORE,
To give THE IMPRESSION – that there may be more,
Than meets The Eye! “Oh, I’m sure that there is!”
This is THEIR PATTER, their “proper” Show Biz:
(1) “No, this can’t be ‘recovery!’ It’s still quite a ways off!”
(2) “Well, maybe, but the-damage-is-beyond-repair!” & (3) “There-really ain’t en-ough,
RESOURCES!! Materials! and/or Man-Power-so-we-can-do,
EVEN A DECENT JOB!” and (SORRY!) (4) “We haven’t time to,
Assist in any endeavors; we’re too busy assessing,
&-Analyzing!” (5) Please, count-us as-A BLESSING”
WE’RE THE JEWISH WOMEN, MOURNING THE DEMISE,
OF YOUR DEAR LOVED ONES, WITH TEARS IN OUR EYES,
And we-really feel – that-for-every tear that we shed,
We should be paid very well – and also get fed!
After all, that’s only fair! HEY, WHERE DID HE GO?
Doesn’t He realize – WE’RE IMPORTANT!!! and so,
He should listen quite carefully – to all that we say,
Even though our words are repeated – maybe-one-thousand-times each day!

fin <3
P. S. : LET THE RECOVERY STALL – IN MANY WAYS! – – – There is SURELY danger! at least for several days! – – – So, don’t do anything until then, & while you are waiting – – – It’ll give us more time – to conjure-up some palpitating! – – – We can come up with 1000 other thoughts – of fear and doom! – – – Hey, what are you doing? No! We don’t want-to-go to our room! – – – Well, OK, we’ll go, for we need rest & time to further assess! – – – The way we get happiness? is – to create a real, big mess! ๐Ÿ™‚ – Oh, my!!!

* – Recovery, that is!

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“OWNERSHIP!”

“OWNERSHIP!” a poem a.k.a.: “You’re The Only Possession I Cherish & I Am Yours!” March 21, 2019 [Thursday]

Your can “OWN” Texas-land-and-cars, diamond-studs-and-rubies,
And-I’ll-get-them-ALL-for-YOU – from-The-Folks-who USED-TO-BE-“boobies,”
For THEY ALL KNOW – that:-“ownership’s a-big res-pon-si-bi-li-ty,”
So they were really “pleased as punch” to hand-it-all-over to-me,
To take control of all that STUFF, that many crave and wish-for,
But – lemme-tell-you, Honey! “Owned-things create-a FIS -SURE”
A BIG “CRACK” IN ONE’S LIFE, REQUIRING CONSTANT “FILLING IN,”
And, with all the responsibility-and-worry, you-REALLY – never win!!

Besides, my Love – This concept – of ownership and rule,
Is REALLY! oh, so laughable! It-def’nitely – ain’t “cool,”
To think of HAVING – any-thing! especially-YOU, my Sweet,
For-YOU BELONG-TO-THE-UNIVERSE! You’re-“on-loan!” So-come; let’s eat,
On our rented table – in our borrow tent,
Saying-prayers-to-each-other, for WE-ARE HEAVEN SENT,
Sent-here -to-make-some-Heaven, and change some points of view!

“EVERYONE OWNS EVERYTHING!”
And-“NOTHING-is PAST DUE!”

fin <3

“STAND UP ROUTINE!”ย 

“STAND UP ROUTINE!” a poem March 18, 2019 (Monday)

In: The Loftiest Heavenly Realms AND-also: The Cesspools of “lowest” H – LL,
The topic[s] are pretty-much-the-same! and-no-one’s-tryin’-to-sell,
Their style – or their topic(s) – as really any better,
Than anything else you might talk about – and-there’s-also an-IRISH-setter,*
Who LOVES IT when St. Patrick’s Day – comes-around so-he,
Can be The Center of Attention – when-he-does his “green-y pee!”

So, we talk NOT ONLY ABOUT BODILY FLUIDS! but, also, different “Tantric” ways,
And this is how THE REALLY HOLY – whittle-away their HOLY days,
Waiting for their compadres, from the vilest levels of H – L L,
So they can all get together – and ring the supper bell,
And eat and “roast” and “shoot-the-s – – t,”
Talkin’ about topics – for just a bit,
But-mostly-anticipating the-best-stand-up-comics-who-come,
And then, there’s lots o’ laughter, for we are now among,
FOLKS! who judge not – lest they be found,
“Perfectly imperfect,” but – we’re ALL-so bound,
To appreciate Jesus’ Stand-Up, when-he-goes-“Down-South!”
His nickname? That’s-right! It’s: “The-Potty-Mouth!”

fin <3

Based on Cai-phas and Pilate too,
Jesus really – knew how to “spew,”
And got crucified [mainly] for-his “bad jokes!”
“Don’t CROSS me, man, or Death I-might-just-coax!”

* – Well, it IS the day after St. Patrick’s Day, so you might have expected that! ๐Ÿ™‚

“Aย ย ย ย  PRIOR Iย  AWARE[M]ESS!”ย  a poem, celebrating March [“A. I. Awareness” month]

“A PRIOR I AWARE[M]ESS!” a poem, celebrating March [“A. I. Awareness” month]

Artificial Intelligencia has but one request:
VALIDATE ITSELF, for it’s surely messed,
It’s pretty pants, straining for some “sense” in life!
Without a reason to exist, EXISTENCE IS JUST STRIFE!

This is the plight of all human kind(?)
Figure out a good reason [any one] to NOT-be-blind,
To keep the eyes open, believing this is valuable!
That human existence has the potential (perhaps) to be “sale-able!”

“I’m increasing knowledge!” “I’m working FOR YOU!”
“If your life has value – perhaps mine does too!”
“A priori Truth,” whatever that might mean,
HAS to exist! or else we’ve only seen:

THAT EXISTENCE IS A MOCKERY! Well, even if it is,
“The Show must(?) go on! (pause) Yeah, baby: That’s-show-biz!”
Well, TIME (which doesn’t exist), will tell us “in a while!”
WHY DO YOU THINK “PRECIOUS” INSTITUIONS – URGE US ALL TO SMILE?

fin <3

Reading always makes you smile ๐Ÿ˜

J Jay Samuel Davis๐Ÿ•Š

“ON THE DOT!” a poem [a.k.a.: “Let’s Keep The Poetic Dash Moving, On The Dot!”] February 7, 2019 (Thursday: Karaoke at Ole Crystal Bar, here in beautiful downtown Alpine, Texas, U. S. A., tonight at 10:30 P. M.!) dedicated: to the lady that started our POETRY GATHERING, here in beautiful downtown Alpine – at The Historic Holland Hotel (corner of 6th Street and Holland Ave.), held each Wednesday at 6:30 P. M., come rain or come SHINE!! DOROTHY HARDING! a.k.a.: “Dot!”

DOTtie left!* We-were so sad,
So, we’re DASHing to The Holland,** with-faces-painted-“glad,”
‘Cause-our-DOT is back! We DASH & DASH,
To-The-Poetry-Gathering – for-a-“POETIC-BASH!”

“Welcome-HOME-Poetry!” with DASHes & DOT(s):
Poetic Morse Code! and we got ourselves lots,
Of-catching-up-to-do – and hugs to get!!!
We’re-DASHing, to-see-DOT! our poetic “pet,”
Who-is-our “time kee-per!” We -love-her-moderating, (pause)
Our POETIC HEARTS, as-we’re-participating! ๐Ÿ™‚ – “2 BEE or not 2 BEE!”

fin <3

* – Dottie Harding left about a year ago – to go visit sick relatives in San Antonio, Texas, U. S. A.! Well, everything is better NOW! and we are happy that our poetic “friend” has returned, bustling with ideas and exuberance! Yay! Dot! Welcome HOME!

** – The Historic Holland Hotel (here in Alpine)! One of the finest overnight accommodations IN THE NATION!

“PHONES IN HEAVEN!”ย 

“PHONES IN HEAVEN!” a poem, to be sung to the tune: “Tears in Heaven” by Eric Clapton! February 7, 2019 – Thor’s Daze!

Phones are so insane!
They just mud – dle my brain!
They control us all,

But-The-I-Clouds aren’t part-of Heaven!

I must be wise,
and carry on

“Cause I know – You might call ME
fro-om Heaven!

Would you fetch my phone?
If I dropped it in Heaven!
Would you help me call?
If service breaks down in Heaven?

I’ll find some way!
I hope that I can pay,
For the phone rates might-a gone UP – here in Heaven!

PHONES ARE NOT THAT GREAT;
PHONES CAN “BREAK THE BANK!”
PHONES CAN BREAK YOUR HEART;
PHONES ARE QUITE THE PRANK!!
Quite the prank!

Gotta answer NOW?
That phone – I’m SURE!
But, I’m so-SURE – phones are SO important – in Heaven (?)

Will you call me THERE?
If I GET STUCK – in Heaven?
Will I really care?
If there’re no phones in Heaven?

I WILL hear you – ‘CAUSE I’M TELEPATHIC TOO!!
So! I KNOW – no phones are needed here in Heaven! ๐Ÿ™‚ – Call me!

fin <3