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Give me loving all day long ~ Texas Cowboy


I’ve said it BEFORE! and I know you want more,
Of The Topics of: BORE and of CHORE!

So! (pause) Why’s-the-word-LIFE, which-rhymes-with-WIFE,
Also rhyme – with a “hard word” like STRIFE?

And KNIFE! and RIFE!
And-it-[also] rhymes-with-FIFE,
Through this IF-y, old World – and I HAVE-to-be “girl-ed,”
Or-I’ll-get-bored without “her-sweet-arch!”

You-gotta-stay-ON-YOUR-TOES, so a double-edged-sword,
Should keep you from-ever – getting too-bored!

And, although you might HATE – your-“to-do-do-do list,”
You might: (1) love; (2) accept; (3) miss: (4) whip-out the chores,
As you wait to get kissed!

So, friends and fa-mi-ly,
Can fill you with glee,
AND! Can make all your life just-a-H – L L!
But – boredom’s a b – – – h –
And a real good witch,
Can keep you a-lovin’ quite well!

So, count all your blessings, as you curse your bad luck;
You might feel better – after a *,
Reminds you: that WATER OFF-of-YOUR BACK –
CAN KEEP OFF THE BOREDOM, so you-two can “shack,”

And, after the lovin’, and you’re-feelin’-RELAXED,
You-KNOW Chores’ll-PROVE-your-love, and you’re-sure-to-be-“taxed,”
With another GREAT day here in your LIFE,
Which-is-about: GOOD-LOVIN’ – and, for-sure, about STRIFE!

🙂 – So, WHY? isn’t she SURE – my love is true?
<[|:) -Is your love TRUE, Honey? Kiss me! More!

fin <3 * – duck et al



“ALWAYS MISSING OUT!” a poem February 4, 2019 (Moon-day!)

IF I ONLY REACTED – “better” – and “quicker,”
I’d-be-better-off – but – I’m feeling-a-bit-sicker,
Trying to keep-up – with what-others-suggest?
To help my poor life? – and-make-a-“comfortable nest?”
To fulfill the desires – of Presidents and Kings?
“IF-I-COULD-ONLY-TRY-HARDER!” but-such-stress-this-thought-brings!

Perhaps JUST RELAXING?! “My burden is LIGHT!”*
And – BREATHING-FOR-A-MOMENT – might be beautifully right!

“JUST EASY DOES IT!” a term! demonized,
by: The-World-and-Motivational-Speakers!?
Are we TOO HYPNOTIZED? 🙂 – Whoa!

fin <3

* – offered by a little known “prophet” a couple thousand years ago!

    "YEAH!" a poem May 25, 2019 [Saturday] Yeah, don't water so much, 'cause the water bill's too high, And The Sun'll-burn-your-skin – and probably hurt your eye! So, wear protective lenses, a hat – and some sunscreen! Yeah, without the water, the grass'll-be-brown, not-green, BUT! Don't-overexert-yourself! Come inside and watch TV, And don't drink wine … Read More
    "A. BAR!" a. poem! May 24, 2019 [Freya's Day] There's-a-place, where you can come and drink, Poison! (pause) and-talk-"death-talk!" 'til you STINK, OF-THE POISON [which] you-have-drunk! You-can-stay UNTIL you-smell-like-"a-skunk," OR! until-you-SCARE-"the-other-regular-patrons," With – screaming or crying or-various-other-HATE-trons!* Stay-as-long-as-you-like IF you-have-"cash-to-bear!" "Bearer Bonds!" They're-called-over-here! So, with cash and manners well in hand, You-can-come-for-some-poison! and-maybe-a-band, Which can … Read More
  • “STUPID IS AS STUPID DOES!” a poem a.k.a., ” Eternal!” a.k.a., “CHOOSE To Never Say BYE, BYE!” Thursday: Karaoke at The Ole Crystal Bar [May 23, 2019]
    "STUPID IS AS STUPID DOES!" a poem a.k.a., " Eternal!" a.k.a., "CHOOSE To Never Say BYE, BYE!" Thursday: Karaoke at The Ole Crystal Bar [May 23, 2019] Why-not BE STUPID!? What's wrong with that? Why not JUST SWING that bloody bat, To knock it CLEAN – out-of-The-Park, And go down swinging? [Go-ahead!] Jump-on-The-Ark, With Noah … Read More
  • ~ A Western Ballad – Allen Ginsberg
    When I died, love, when I died my heart was broken in your care; I never suffered love so fair as now I suffer and abide when I died, love, when I died. When I died, love, when I died I wearied in an endless maze that men have walked for centuries, as endless as … Read More
  • No worries mate 👨🏼‍🌾
    "NO WORRIES, MATE!" a poem a.k.a.: "We In The Pink!" 12 May 2019 (Mum's Day) You know that we'll be FINE, For LOVE has poured "the wine," We're sipping all the while, And LOVE, She loves to smile!!! LOVE-says: "Worry's-such-a-silly-way, To-spend-[our]-courtship!" Let's-just-"pray," Expressing-gratitude! for-finding The-One, To-have-and-hold-forever! Now, life's such fun! We watch The World [try-to]-thwart-Love's-firm-embrace, … Read More
  • Harmony🌼
    .Please“HONEY? ARE YOU AWAKE?” a poem. a.k.a.: “Is That A ‘G’ String?!” a.k.a.: “I Just Wanna Make Harmony Tonight!” May 9, 2018 – Odin’s Day. “Honey, are you awake?” – “Not now – I’m strung out! My ‘scroll’s’ vibrating!” “What’s-it-about?!” “I just-dunno! I’m too tight – or loose – or dry, And, damn-it, WOODY! I … Read More
  • “TO THE PARTY OF THE FIRST AND SECOND PART, LET’S NEVER PART!!”  a poem  25 April 2019 (Thor’s Day)
    "TO THE PARTY OF THE FIRST AND SECOND PART, LET'S NEVER PART!!" a poem 25 April 2019 (Thor's Day) Ernest Hemingway* once said: "THE WORLD-is a fine place [and] worth fighting for!"*I agree WITH THE SECOND PART, but nothing more! (long pause)And WHAT IS "THE WORLD? Perhaps, every place offering THIS illusion:"THAT EXISTENCE IS-NOT ONE!" … Read More
  • “I CAN’T SLEEP WITH ALL OF YOUR NOT CARING!”~ Texas Cowboy 🤠🤠🤠🤠🤠🤠🤠
    "I CAN'T SLEEP WITH ALL OF YOUR NOT CARING!" a poem April 22, 2019 (Monday) Mary M. did-burst into-Their-Room!She seemed distraught, and she carried a "secret" BROOM,Which she repeatedly, brutally – hit Him with![He had him a helmet, but it wasn't a "pith!"]* "Care!" she screamed; "You MUST care about things,Because insomnia (TO ME!) – … Read More
  • “YES!”  a poem in the series: “Under Cover Poems, Intended For Skin-to-Skin Contact Plus All!”*  April 2, 2019  (Tuesday) 🤗
    "YES!" a poem in the series: "Under Cover Poems, Intended For Skin-to-Skin Contact Plus All!"* April 2, 2019 (Tuesday) I used to be: A MAN OF THE WORLD! I had extra dough! People really RESPECTED me – and everyone did know, To NOT disrespect ME, for I was a jolly, good fellow of "means!" I … Read More
    "LIGHT BEARER IN MY ROOM!" a poem March 31, 2019 (Sunday) I found me an angel! NO, not-Lucia, in-my-room, Nor Priscilla – Angela – or Florencia-in-bloom! This-one did come – into-[my]-vision SHE was, And I fell for this angel – You-ask-WHY? because: SHE WAS FILLED WITH SUCH RADIANCE; her eyes sparkled gray; I found me … Read More
    "INSPIRATION!" a poem, a.k.a.: "The Basement Story!" March 25, 2019 (Moon-day) Skin touching skin touching skin touching skin! I am just crazy! for-you! LET ME IN! I-just -wanna-be-CLOSER than I can recall, Ever-being-with-anyone, Spring-Summer-or-Fall! [THE STORY!] I-was-trapped-in-The-Basement, when-this-maiden-approached!!! She locketh-ed the door, then I THINK that SHE "coached," ME IN THE WAYS OF SUBTLE(?) ROMANCE! … Read More
    RULES FOR GUNFIGHTS Gunfight Rules "Peace is that brief glorious moment in history when everybody stands around reloading." In a gunfight, the most important rule is … HAVE A GUN!!! These are shooting tips from various Concealed Carry Instructors. If you own a gun, you will appreciate these rules… If not, you should get one, … Read More
  • “Love The One You’re With!”💙
    "IDEAL POLITICS!" a poem a.k.a.: "Love The One You're With!" Feb. 19, 2019 [Tuesday] A man came up to me and said: "I KNOW WHAT YOU THINK OF TRUMP!" And I said: "But I LOVE THAT GUY, and he's much-more than-a-bump! HE'S A FULL-FLEDGED, RIGHTEOUS KIND OF FELLOW, Who SHOULD be President! and-should [also] sit … Read More
  • Texas Cowboys 😁
    A Sheriff in a small town in Texas walks out in the street and sees a blond haired cowboy coming toward him with nothing on but his cowboy hat, his gun and his boots. He arrests him for indecent exposure. As he is locking him up, he asks, 'Why in the world are you walking … Read More
  • Tricky 😎
    "CENTRAL THEME 2!" a poem February 16, 2019 [Saturday] A VENGEFUL! TRICKY! GOD! Is that what we really need? Will not such A GOD AS THAT – perhaps- try to-impede, Us-from-getting-ANY-happiness? or-satisfaction, in-Life-or-Death? I THINK: THE VENGEFUL, TRICKY GOD'S THE ONE WHO GIVES US "METH," AND PHARMACEUTICAL DRUGS – AND PROMISES OF HEAVEN, AND HAPPY … Read More
  • Animals Rights
    "PEACOCKS BEWARE!" a poem Peacocks! Peacocks! Don't -ever-bring-HUMANS – into-your-pen! – – – For they will bring – bad luck to you! 'specially-if-they-think-you're-a hen! – – – In which case, they will TRY – to pluck! Yes, pluck-out all your-nice "show!" – – – Thinking-they-can-cook you up! as a- fricassee-ed-po-llo, – – – So, keep … Read More
  • “IT’S JUST!”😅😂😅
    "IT'S JUST!"* a poem February 12, 2019 (Tuesday) SO SIMPLE! It's – simple! The-Why-How-and-WHOM! I-JUST LOVE YOU, it's-"yummy!" in our "little room!" I like: HOW YOU SOUND! How you think! and-How you look! How you smell-taste-&-touch! and-MY!-But -How-you-can-"cook!" And – You can "cook my goose!" Just any ol' time! I LIKE: How your words – … Read More


” IT’S IMPORTANT TO BE COMFORTABLE IN LOVE ” a poem April 20, 2019 (Saturday)

I need comfort; you need comfort; we ALL need comfort SOON!
If-I-don’t-get-me-some-comfo’t, I’ll explode in my little room!

I’m sure – my comfo’t – you-can secu’e,
IF you’re-here-draped-’round-me, ’cause-you’re-so-dear!

Comfo’t! It-is: you and me,-
In-ter-twin-ed-in X-stacy!

“It’s-so-‘potant -t’-be-comfoble,” I say;
[I] Can’t-say-it-enough! I-feel-it-all-day,
Yearning – to-be comfoble! with-you, OK?
I NEED ME COMFO’T! or-I’ll-die-whe’e-I-lay!!!

You are: My Pet Rock! and-My Touch Stone,
My S – Xy S-x Toy – I-can’t-be-ALONE!!
For, without you, my body it-surely aches,
And shakes! and funny-sounds-It-makes!

So-I-rush-rush-rush-rush- – – rush, rush – to-YOU,
To-get-me-COMFOBLE! You-know it’s true,
That it’s SO impo’tant TO UN-I-FY,
To “con-sol-i-date” around-your-thigh!
To-be ONE! That’s-why-comfoble-you-be,
For me so-I-can-relax [quite]-Na-t-ur-r-a-lly! 🙂 – Kiss, kiss! Cuddle!

fin <3

“DIRE!”~TEXAS Cowboy 🤠🤠

Where-INSPIRATION? Oh, my-DARLING! I-haven’t-got-a-clue,
IF-you’re-asking- about-yourself!
You are the catalyst – and -The-Touch-Stone;
You-are-the-one to-unleash this bone,
And jam the juices – to The Sky!
YOU ASK AGAIN, and-I-don’t-know-why;
I only know – that, at the start,
Procreation can impart,
A-sense-of-love and-commitment-then!
THE POWER SURGES, and-where’ve–I-been?
But-EVER – ever-here in your arms!
Your LOOK, your VOICE, your SHAPE – Its SIZE!
At least for me – it’s in my eyes,
And ears and nose – I-do-suppose,
From passion-filled, exuberant lust,
To something NEW! where-I-[just]-might-bust,
Exploding! into Time and Space,
And even beyond the human race,
To HIGH-or-LOW – Yet, I-don’t-know!

It’s just a place – I HAVE TO GO,
Because of YOU!
“My Fond Desire!”


Yes! It’s DIRE!*

fin <3

“Sally and Friends! Texas Cowboy 💥💥

“[FLYING HIGH WITH] OUR GAL ‘SAL’ AND ‘CRATES,’ HER PET HIPPO!” a poem, in the series: “Sally and Friends!” April 7, 2019 – Sunday

“Medical Sally” loves “her own!”
She likes to be called up – on the phone,
To answer questions about your health,
And get you to visit, to take your wealth!?

Of course, all families Sally adores;
There are lots of children at her doors,
Eagerly awaiting consultation,
In-[ ]-THIS – and every-bloody-nation!

With “plans” and stratagems and co-pays-we-see!
Mama Sally spreads her wings,
And brings her children many things,
To-ever-self-actualize – and get set free!
From-the-need to-inquire in each new day,
With each new discomfort! Let us pray:

To-“The-God-of-Ill-Health!” We’re-so-fragile-in-every-way!
Is there never – just some-[you-know] “sim-pler”-day?

Where Hippocrates, with-his-HIPPOcritical “bent,”
[Who, arguably, was-NEVER Heaven-sent]
Will-spread-his-similar-wings, with Sally fair,
And they’ll fly-away FOREVER? a-pretty-nasty-pair?

fin <3


“A TITANIC YEARNING!” a poem April 6, 2019 (Saturday)

My purpose in life is to make you a Titan,
For Titans are huge oh-so-strong-and-they-frighten,
EVERYONE!? even-the-strongest-and-most-fast,
The-ones-labeled-“invincible,” and-we-all-think-they’ll-“last!”

I’ll make you a Titan, by “pulling” on you,
15-minutes-to-an-hour! That’s-what I will do,
For we all need GOD FOOD, that liquid refreshment,
From-The-Springs-of-The-Gods (in Fields so distant)!*

Ambrosia, or nectar, of all gods I’ll drink;
I-will-satiate-my-hunger (and) put-you “in the pink!”
The more that I “draw,” the tighter you’ll get!
So, as-to-your-ab-dominals, you-never-need-fret!

I’ll squeeze The Twin Sisters** for all that I’m worth,
To sculpt your fine tummy – and give it fresh birth!
I’ll tighten your tum-tum; just say: “Ba-by! Ba-by;
Come to your mama!” I will NOT say “maybe!”

I’ll cleave to them fast – and flood the canal,
With elixir from Heaven! I’ll do it, I shall!
I will tighten my Titan – a finely honed “pack!”
Manna from Heaven! There’s no turning back!

Moral: “The baby is hungry, ever-ravenous still,

fin <3

* – The Elysian Fields (also called “The Elysium”) is the final resting place for heroic and virtuous people, according to Greek philosophy! “Ode to Joy” references the Goddess Joy, who hails from The Elysium! If you listen carefully or if you know German, you will notice there is reference to these fields several times! The lyrics are in German, but translated, read as follows:

Joy, beautiful spark of Divinity or: of gods, Daughter from Elysium,

We enter, drunk with fire,

Heavenly One, thy sanctuary!

Your magic binds again

What convention strictly divided

All people become brother

Where your gentle wing abides.

Who has succeeded in the great attempt,

To be a friend’s friend,

Whoever has won a lovely woman,

Add his to the jubilation!

Indeed, who even just has one soul

To call his own in this world!

And whoever never managed, he should steal away

Crying from this union!

All creatures drink of joy At the nature’s breasts.

All Just Ones, all Evil Ones

Follow her trail of roses.

Kisses she gave us and grapevines,

A friend, proven in death.

Salaciousness was given to the worm

And the cherub stands before God.

Gladly, like His suns flythrough the heavens’ grand plan

Go on, brothers, your way,

Joyful, like a hero to victory.

Be embraced,


This kiss to all the world!

Brothers, above the starry canopy

There must dwell a loving Father.

Are you collapsing,


Do you sense the creator, world?

Seek him above the starry canopy

Above stars must He dwell.

** – This is the popular name of a location in a mountain range located West of Alpine, Texas, U. S. A.

The painting was done in oils by The Cowboy Artist!


“BEING WITH THE OLD COW IS ALWAYS THE MOST COMFORTABLE!” a poem, by The Texas Cowboy: “You MOOve me!” April 6, 2019 [Saturday]

“Will you love me, when I’m old and gray?
Shall we do something-else now? I-hope I’m-not-IN-THE-WAY!
You’re disappointed?! Dissatisfied!? with-life-and-me, I’m-sure?
DOING R I G H T NOW! That’s what I [really] like to do:
Exactly what we’re doing!!! I-like-to-do-it- with-you!”

Variety is the spice of life, but let’s-not bemoan THE MOMENT;
What we’re doing NOW is “great!” There’s no need for to-foment!

For instance, when I asked my friend: “What-exercise-is-BEST-for me!?”
“IT IS THE ONE YOU’RE DOING!!” He said that hap-pi-ly!

ANY LOVE IS GOOD LOVE, if-it’s-hap-pen-ing RIGHT NOW,
And Y E S ! I’ll-love-you-years-from-now! No-need-“to-have-a-cow!”
BECAUSE IT IS YOUR OLD-AND-UGLY – that really draws me in!!!
Your old and ugly is SO S – X – Y, come-on, Babe, let’s SIN!
“I’m horny as a Billy Goat, in a pepper patch!”*
I’LL RACE YOU TO THE BED RIGHT NOW – and jump into your “sn – t – h!”

And FOREVER, Darling-Honey – Come-on! Let’s-both MOO!! 🙂 – moo-moo

fin <3

* – quoted from Elvis Presley!!



“SHE IS A SMORGASBORD OF SWEETNESS IN THE GARDEN OF SENSUAL DELIGHTS!” a poem a.k.a.: “You’re Delicious!” “So, I Want To Eat!” “All of You!” March 25, 2019 [Monday]

You’re my yummy, blueberry muffin; you’re my creamy, sugary puff!
You’re my scrumptious candy kisses! Yeah, I can not get enough!
You’re my frothing, fruity ambrosia – in-a-perfect-crystal-cup!
[Yeah, I’m-high – on eating you! Is-that-“the-dinner-bell?” [Is it] time to “sup?”]

I-hunger-for-you every day,
And-into-The-Night, in-every way,
For-you’re: DELICIOUS! I-need all-of-you!
I GO SO CRAZY, for-you’re-my-perfect- ME – NU!

I am just intoxicated – Drunk, upon your smile,
And-a-when-you-speak-my-name – I’m-“horny on The Nile,”
In-the-Flag-Ship-“Magnificent!” with Cleopatra, My Queen!
I’m-just poor silly Anthony! Do-you-think-I’ll-ever-“wean?”
Well, maybe [maybe!] SOME-OTHER-TIME! Actually, PROBABLY-NEVER,
Because-I-am-just-“LOVE STRUCK!” and-I’m-not-very-“clever!”
I’m just a bowl of cherry jello, wiggling towards YOU!
You’re-my whipped-cream-&-chocolate-cake,
Drenched-with-[lemon]-zesty-goo! 🙂 – Yum-yum! Yab-yab!

fin <3

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MAMAS, HOPE THAT YOUR BABIES GROW UP TO BE COWBOYS! a poem resurrected: February 23, 2019
This poem is dedicated to some friends of mine who live here in Alpine. They are COWBOY FRIENDS (We have a “Cowboy Poetry” gathering here each year!); “Cowboy Friends” are helpful, kind folks … at least that is how I define them!
You see, some folks inspire others to be better than they thought possible; Johny Weyerts, a local Cowboy, is that kind of person … so is his wife Charlsie. They are “Cowboy Folk!”
Now, before I begin the poem {which was written over a week ago [back in Feb. of 2017] and [already] posted as part of this blog, but has since been revised}, has anybody ever heard the song “Mamas, Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys?” Well, although not written by Willie Nelson and Waylon Jennings, those two song wizards popularized it for my generation. None-the-less, you will certainly notice that the title of this poem is a variation of that theme!
And, of course, my friend Johny Weyerts’ initials are J.W. So, here’s the poem:

There is this Cowboy in Alpine I’ve known him for 40 years
He’s laughed while facing wildfires He’s wiped off many tears
He married him an Angel, and his Heart is full of joy
He’s wiser than King Solomon and kind to every boy
And, if ever Willie or Waylon had met him {even once}
They might have sung another song or ‘pologized over LUNCH
But, EVEN THOUGH Willie Nelson sang for moms to FEAR
That their babies might be Cowboys and drink another beer (or two!) /
Well, I think my Friend forgives him because Johny holds no GRUDGE
Since when it come to Good Well Johny will not budge
{forgiving is good, I think!}
And if I get another chance to tread upon this sod
I want to be a Cowboy and hope my smile’s that broad!

THAT’S IT … Cowboy Friends!
I hope y’all enjoy your day … today … and every day …
Peace! Yippee Kai-yay … .
P.S.: Because the girl at Porters on 2nd Street tricked me into reciting this {here} poem … y’all might see Yours Truly at The Poet’s Grove later this morning … reciting this very poem … and, if y’all are VERY lucky, you might also “get a song” for breakfast … at least the best song a croaking frog can offer! 🙂
originally published on: Feb 20th, 2016!

I also did a little song, to be sung in the style and melody of “Mamas, Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys,” entitled: “Mamas, Hope For The Best!” It go something like this:

Cowboys are Easy to Love
‘Cause they’re so brave and bold
They’d rather give you a song than DIAMONDS AND GOLD!
They’re kissing and hugging and each night begins a new day!
IF you don’t understand him and he don’t die young,

Chorus: Mamas HOPE that your babies grow up to be cowboys (and cowgirls),
Let ‘em pick guitars and drive them old trucks,
UNLIKE MOST doctors and lawyers and such …
Mamas, hope that your babies grow up to be cowboys …
‘Cause they fix up your home, and they’ll write a good poem,
Especially for someone they love (Alternative: And they’ll die for someone they love!)

Ohhhh, cowboys like smoky old pool rooms and clear mountain mornings,
Little warm puppies and children and girls of the night (Oh, my! 🙂 )
Them that don’t know him won’t like him and them that do,
Sometimes won’t know how to take him,
And he ain’t all wrong; he’s just different – BUT his pride,
It won’t let him do things to make you think that he’s right! <3 <3 …

Please repeat the chorus … and then go cry somewhere! 🙂

“The Mystic Poet” March 1, 2016 – February 23, 2019 … Alpine, Texas, U.S.A. 🙂
Mar 1st, 2016 . . . Feb 23rd, 2019 [and beyond!] <3

Texan Cowboy

Texas Cowboys 😁

A Sheriff in a small town in Texas walks out in the street and sees a blond haired cowboy coming toward him with nothing on but his cowboy hat, his gun and his boots. He arrests him for indecent exposure. As he is locking him up, he asks, ‘Why in the world are you walking around like this?’

The cowboy says, ‘Well it’s like this Sheriff ……

I was in this bar down the road and this pretty little redhead asks me to go out to her motorhome with her. So I did.

We go inside and she pulls off her top and asks me to pull off my shirt… So I did.

Then she pulls off her skirt and asks me to pull off my pants…. So I did.

Then she pulls off her panties and asks me to pull off my shorts…so I did.

Then she gets on the bed and looks at me kind of sexy and says, ‘Now go to town, cowboy.’

‘And here I am.’

Son of a Gun. Blonde Men do exist!!!!

“There’s a Magical Force Field of Love- around You, that opens-up when you smile! 

“LOVE ACTUALLY!” a poem a.k.a.: “What The H – – – ! Satan Has Possessed Santa Claus And Everyone Is Circumventing The Anti-Love Force Fields! Is This A Sign of The Season, Or The Times, Or What?” Dec. 7, 2018 (Monday) XXX-Mas is close(r)!

“There’s a Magical Force Field of Love- around You, that opens-up when you smile!

Or-when-you-say: “Bay – bay – Ba-a-a-a-a-a-a-bay – Bay-Baby! and I melt all the while,
Or when – you look at me – and-your-eyes – go –
SPARKLE! SPARKLE! and – I’m all a-glow,
And you say: I LIKE – TO LOOK AT YOU! That’s ALL! (long pause)
And – I just LO-O-O-O-O-VE (pause) to fall –
In-Love AGAIN – &-AGAIN – &-AGAIN!”

And-Satan-&-his-demon-Gods say: “GOD, what’s all this love stuff? of mice & of men?
Dang! Didn’t-we put up FORCE FIELDS!? around-every-desirable-girl?
(and IT LOOKS LIKE THEY’RE A L L DESIRABLE) & when She’ll FLASH a curl,
At some guy she likes – then our force field don’t work!
WE NEED TO UPGRADE (these force fields) – where’s that mechanical jerk,
The one who’s supposed-to – maintain-ANTI-LOVE-fields-and such?”

“Oh, you mean SPARKIE!! (uncomfortable pause) Well, he’s lost all his touch!
Because, around Christmas-Time – every year, without fail,
He falls in love too, with a mechanical-chick-name-of-Gayle,
With mistletoe kissing – and a-whole-lotta (well, you-know)

And The Demons get MISTY! – and THEY FALL IN LOVE TOO,
And POOR SATAN – just throws up his hands! He-don’t-know-what-to-do!
So, he goes – to THE NORTH POLE, and HIS pole’s pointing North,
And He possesses Santa! Whose-wife -loves-The-Devil, of-cour(s)th!
And Satan-and-THAT-JOLLY-OLD-ELF’S-wife – well, they “get it on,”
And Choirs of XX-Mas Angels, STROKE THE FIRES OF BON, BON,
And Little Baby Jesus! He-is born – in the womb,
Of Mrs.-Gladys-Claus-who-rises – from-her-icy-tomb,
AND SATAN’S A PROUD DADDY! and He sees A Great (Jesus) Light:
MERRY XXX-MAS TO ALL! May all pussies be tight!
fin <3

* – gently!  :)

“THE ‘O. D.’ HUG!” a poem a.k.a.: “My Favorite Huggie!” Saturday: Dec. 15, 2018

I-just wan’-a-me – the O.D. HUG, I-know-it’s-a-lot-to-ask,
But I-like to-think about-it – in-your-hug I-LO-O-OVE -to-“bask!”


You sneak up (kinda slowly) and whisper in her ear,
That-you-love-her-ever-lots-and-lots, and she’s a Sweetie DEAR –
You get a little closer, and-you smell her precious hair!
And start to press her to (your) chest – and put your nose right there,
And kinda lean up on her – and wrap your arms around,
Her back – and arms (so sexy) – THE SEXIEST I’VE FOUND;
They’re THICK – and you can feel – a firm and scrumptious squeeze,
AND-I-PUT-MY-FACE-INTO-HER-HAIR, It-is The Perfect Tease,
And I’ll-breathe-real-deep – and feel the squeeze, that-comes-from-a-cozy-hug,
And I think then – I’M-IN-HEAVEN – me-with-my-bed-a-bug!

I AM – a shy – and cautious guy – but I’d-like-to ask her true,
When-I-see-her – when she’s near – “CAN-I HUGGIE-YOU?”
“Whatch-a-mean? A huggie?” “Well (pause or not) can you turn around?”
“Well, I don’t-know; it’s kinda weird; I’m-not-sure where you’re bound!”
“Well-now – I (JUST)-WANNA – WRAP – (pause) myself around your frame,
And squeeze!*-(with)-my-love-sick-head-upon-you! Honey-please-don’t-blame,
Me, for-I got-this-fantasy, ’cause I’m-just-crazy- for-YOU! (pause)
‘Cause-you’re-the-sexiest-thing – (that)-I’ve-seen! Your hugs are JUST – so -OO-OO! 🙂 – Whew!

fin <3

* – gently! 🙂

It comes Naturally in Australia – loving dancing in the rain 💙💙

DOWN UNDER, AUSSIE STYLE!” a poem Tuesday: 12/11/2018

The sexiest girl I ever met, Australian-born-and-bred;
I-really-loved-it-when-that-purty-“sheila” -was-messin’-with-my-“head!!”
“So-you’re-Texan, hey?!”-she-said-“Hoo-ray,” with-a-sparkle-in-her-eye;
I said: “Oh, my-my-my!”
“What’s-‘matter-BIG-BOY? – ya-stammering! A-heifer-got-your-tongue?”
[Those Aussie girls I-think-I-think – they like ’em well-a-hung!]
“Come-on, Tex!-what-cha-waitin’-for? Don’t-cha-wanna-cume-DOWN-UNDER?”
“Well-yes-yes – purty-miss, I do – I-lightnin’-n-you-be-thunder!”

Well-anyway-FOLKS-n-FRIENDS-n-NEIGHBORS – watch-(out) for Aussie chicks:
They’re-kinda-a-like-the-kangaroos, for
THEY-LOVE-TA-GET-THEIR-KICKS! 🙂 – Geez, Louise! Mate!

fin <3