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“CHRONIC THERAPY.” a poem November 19, 2019 (Tuesday)

“CHRONIC THERAPY.” a poem November 19, 2019 (Tuesday)

He made his diagnosis; his name? was: MAC. That’s right M A C;

He was STICKIN’ RIGHT TO’IT; there was no turnin’ back.

“Don’t turn your back on MY diag noses,” He said, the chronic ther a pist;

“I think you’re CHRONIC jihad, a chronic terror ist;

We can MAYBE HEAL YOU a little, BUT YOU WILL ALWAYS BE,

‘A CHRONIC TERRORIST.’ ” “No, no NOT ME; It ISN’T CHRONIC; I’m SURE I can beat it.” “NO, (pause) my diagnoses are ALWAYS final; you’re gunna haveTa eatIT.

Just like ya NEVER CAN GET OVER being a drunk;

You JUST HAVE THEM TENDENCIES, ’cause I DONE thunk,

This whole thing through, and YOU MUST AGREE;

With MY DIAGNOSES; these conditions? are CHRONIC in Thee.”

Moral: “All (these) conditions ARE inherent IN US ALL;

We all do rise, & we all will fall, But a CHRONIC diagnosis can make anyone obsess,

Upon THE GIVEN TRAIT or traitS; so, (let’s) digress,

AndPOINT OUT ‘BAD sTUFF LESS, and ‘good stuff’ MORE,

And DON’T THINK, Honey, just ’cause youWERE a whore,

A ‘Lady of the Night,’ that you can’t be a happy wife. FORGET THE DIAGNOSES. Let’s get on with our friggin’ life.” And MAYBE you ARE a S_X addict, BUT YOU DON’T HAVE TO KEEP SAYING THAT, ‘Cause YOU’RE “MAKIN’ IT CHRONIC.” Take OFF theWORN baseball cap; Put on a new one &you’reCHRONICALLYcured,

But NOT of: BEING GOOFY; that’s just HUMAN; that’s assured.

Well, THE CHRONIC THERAPIST was dang angry withThisPoem& a lotOF issues;

And he (suddenly) had “A BIG MAC ATTACK,” and he was crying into tissues,

Saying: “It’s my chronic obsession with bad, fast food; I’ll NEVER get over it; forever I’ll brood.” “Why not just have one, BuddyBOY a Big Mac today?”

Said The JayHadist; “I’ll buy you one.” TheTherapist: “Hooray,

Gosh, I’m SO hungry and SO DANG frustrated.”

“Well, maybe you won’t be, once you’re appetite’s sated.”

[And both that morning equally lay: * The Chronic Therapist and The Patient named “JAY.” * & they ate and they joked, and they stuffed themselves good, * With lots of GOOD, bad fast food; I just KNEWthatTHEY WOULD, * ‘Cause I’m a CHRONIC PSYCHIC; I can see what will happen. * And this poem’s gonna end pretty soon; I just wish this MysticPoet would stopHis”flappin’ “]

fin <3

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“TOXIC STATEMENTS.” a poem a.k.a.: “The Power of Suggestion?” for: Tuesday,

“TOXIC STATEMENTS.” a poem a.k.a.: “The Power of Suggestion?” for: Tuesday,

November 19, 2019

WORDS ARE POWERFUL, especially so,

For a “weak minded?” person in YOUR MIDST, so KNOW,

(THAT) What you say can gravely affect,

The recipient of your words. WHAT THE HECK?

A story then: of a school trip on a regular bus,

Where there was girl named JANE (or Jan, to us).

We all decided to tell Jan she looked bad,

BUT SHE LOOKED FINE REALLY. Now, here is THE SAD,

PART. After telling her that she looked badly OVER & OVER AGAIN,

SHE BECAME ILL. You know, I think it’s kind of a sin,

When someone you know whom you kind of like,

Says hurtful things to you repeatedly it’s sort of like A SPIKE;

A spike through your psyche, like a stake into the chest,

Of a vampire in her coffin. I think you know the rest.

SO, try if you can, to SAY NICE, UPLIFTING THINGS,

Like compliments and praises for such magnanimous gesture brings,

HAPPINESS JOY and UPLIFTINGNESS.

Please stay away from using upsetting words.

I MUST CONFESS,

“I HAVE (sometimes repeatedly) TOLD even FRIENDS SAD WORDS,”

And sadly I know,

EVEN IF TRUE, I have brought others woe.

SO, WORDS ARE POWERFUL. Please listen AGAIN.

WORDS ARE VERY POWERFUL and can bless or HARM women or men.

So, choose carefully PLEASE what you will say,

SO YOU MIGHT BLESS OTHERS.

Have a nice day.

fin <3

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“WHAT DO YOU [WE] WANT?” a poem TUESDAY: November 19, 2019

“WHAT DO YOU [WE] WANT?” a poem TUESDAY: November 19, 2019

Wow ๐Ÿ˜ฎ , Twins, that’s uncanny. ๐Ÿ˜ฎ

WHATEVER HAPPENS (in The Impeachment Hearings of President Donald Trump),

I THINK “YOU” MUST CONSIDER THIS:

“Do you want A BULLY as YOUR President?” (Someone whose _ _ _ EVERYONE must kiss?)

Because, My Friends that’s what Mr. Trump is:

A BULLY, and, for some of you, I THINK this: (pause)

That’s EXACTLY WHAT you want, the president you (think you)want in THERE,

As YOUR President, who is quite similar to “The Putin BEAR,”

A StrongArmed, manipulative bully, who really doesn’t care,

IF “seemingly” weaker leaders and/or nations GET STEPPED ON,

BUT I think WE SHOULD ALL BEWARE,

That: The Mightier The President is, THE HARDER WE ALL will fall,

For inevitably BULLIES MUST FINALLY “answer a call,”

From a conglomeration of supposedly “lesser” nations,

Who WHEN BANDED TOGETHER can create some pretty significant “gyrations,”

And CAN and WILL put President Trump AND OUR NATION “in its place,”

BECAUSE (listen up NOW)

WE ALL REPRESENT THE HUMAN RACE;

For, ultimately, divided we fall, united we all shall rise,

So, IF you select this “gentleman” a 2nd time, know that IT WILL BE NO SURPRISE,

When The World AT Large will move against our “Trumpian Ideal,”

And THAT WON’T BE PLEASANT.

Moral: “A Great Nation Must Have A Leader Who CAN FEEL,”

Who can FEEL SOME COMPASSION,

And make THAT SENTIMENT (something that’s) “in fashion,”

TO N O T BULLY and deal with EVERYONE (Dare I say IT): FAIRLY,

And with LOVE.

A businessMind’sFineIN BUSINESS, butCOOPERATION&SHARING,

Is what (I think) weSHOULDbe dreaming of.

fin <3

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“TAP TAP TAP HO HO HO.” a poem, a.k.a.: “Getting ‘Centered’ For Thanksgiving, Christmas & The Upcoming Election.” SUNDAY: November 17, 2019

Kindness๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ

“TAP TAP TAP HO HO HO.” a poem, a.k.a.: “Getting ‘Centered’ For Thanksgiving, Christmas & The Upcoming Election.” SUNDAY: November 17, 2019

LET IT GO; LET IT GO; Let is GO, GO, GO;

Sometimes, you just do not know,

What it, what it REALLY IS,

ThatMightBeBOTHERIN’sweetYOU, (pause)

AND puttin’Ya”IN A TIZ.”

So, massageY, massageY onYour3rdEYE,

And, then to the side, DON’T ASK “WHY?”

Then, under your eye(s) and under your nose;

Just RELAX YOUR HEAD; followedBYaCOLLARboneREPOSE;

Just AtapONeachPLACE, with a cheery “LET IT GO,”

ItMIGHT ease YourTiredMind; go: “HO, HO, HO,”

And loosen your shoulders and your shoulder blades;

JUST: (1) tap and (2) say: “LetITgo;” it aids,

TO LOOSEN YOUR BODY and EASE YOUR MIND;

Then, maybe you’ll be able to smile and be more kind.

TAP, TAP, TAP and LetGoO’THINGS;

Who knows what this sort o’ ? “silliness” ? brings:

Maybe, some RELAXATION CALM and PEACE,

And BREATHE, BREATHE, BREATHE for some beautiful ease.

BREATHE and TAP and re AF FIRM,

That (YOU) LOVE YOURSELF, andRemember: WeDIDlearn,

That aqua pura (water) is very good for YOU,

To help THE CHI flow; all these things, let’s do,

And FEEL MUCH BETTER IN A LITTLE WHILE,

ANDofCOURSE, “I Love YOU,” is sure to make you smile.

fin <3

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“L.O.L., YOU’RE A MEAN ONE, MR. GRINCH.” a poem a.k.a.: “Merry Christmas, Ebeneezer Trump.” a.k.a.: “Christmas Comes Early This Year, After The Impeachment Hearings And Before The Election.” Sunday: November 17, 2019

PEACE BE WITH YOU ๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ’™

“L.O.L., YOU’RE A MEAN ONE, MR. GRINCH.” a poem a.k.a.: “Merry Christmas, Ebeneezer Trump.” a.k.a.: “Christmas Comes Early This Year, After The Impeachment Hearings And Before The Election.” Sunday: November 17, 2019

Donald WAS a nasty man, but THEN he “changed his stripes,”

From black and white to red and green andTo Not so many gripes,

For RED AND GREEN is not so mean; these, Christmas colors are;

DONALD, Honey, entered in (pause) to Heaven, not so far,

To go from such an ornery bloke toOfferING Sweet Nan his cloak,

So, she’d be comfortable and warm; Good Ol’ Donald, he broke The Norm,

Of cruel, selfish, nasty folks, Who NEVER SMILE andHave “nasty jokes.”

Good Donald, like The Grinch we hear,

HAD A CHANGE OF HEART โ™ฅ , SO (pause) YOUneedNOT fear,

THAT YOU’VE GONE TOO (so) FAR THAT YOU CAN’T CHANGE;

Even a poem can rearrange, Your thinking MAYBE in “short order,”

(Let’s all) OPEN UP The Closed South Border,

And LET THE SUNSHINE comes on in; Come on, Donald, wear a grin,

And get some sun and have some fun, And let your “heart place” OPEN, Hon.

EVERYONE’sSURE TO SAY: “Oh, my,

HE RELEASED JULIAN;”* don’t ask WHY,

(It’s just that) BIG CHANGES CAN HAPPEN over night,

When Little Donnie SEES “THE LIGHT.”

fin <3

  • – Julian Assange, sadly still being held hostage by political and military captors (NOT The American Public) for “political” reasons.

https://www.scmp.com/news/world/united-states-canada/article/2179478/santa-claus-real-donald-trump-tells-seven-year-old

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“THE BRIDGEGROOM’S SONG.” a poem for: Sunday 11/17/2019

Thought-full ๐ŸŒผ๐ŸŒผ๐ŸŒผ

“THE BRIDGEGROOM’S SONG.” a poem for: Sunday 11/17/2019

Don’t forget your body; do your teethies need a brushin’?

Did you shower and shave? Are ya kindaSortOf blushin’,

‘Cause you haven’t clipped your nails? or Does your head hair need a neat’ning?

With a CLIPPY or “a do?”

Do ya let THE JOB or meet’ing,

Take your mind off BODY, who justWaitsForYOUtoGET,

Around to poor, old body;

WHEN YA CARE FOR “HER,” I BET,

ThingsWILL go much better. RememberREST, someWATERandSUN,

Or else life’s pretty sterile and not so very (much) fun.

YouCANbeat TheNASTY court case or TheTraffic HOME by 5:00,

But REMEMBERtoDO “peePee,” and man, oh sakes ALIVE,

Have a few nice meals andEVEN feed The Kitty Cat,

And kissin’ mommy’s body some too is GOOD; it’s WHERE IT’S at.

Yeah, IT’s takin’ care of BODY and other bodies too.

Smile and say: “I LOVE YOU.” (DeepDown) YaKNOW what you should do,

And, IF I write a thousand poems that all say the same thing,

OR that is what you THINK? Well, reminders are what I bring,

TO A WORLD GOING SO FASTandPROPER, withEmphasisON “the game.”

Well, I think that poor care for BODY is MORE “than a crying shame.”

Knowing that POOR BODY is carrying you along,

Please PAT body on the back; get a massage; sing a song,

And, as I’ve reminded you sometimes, LOOK AT BODY in THE MIRRORed ROOM,

MAKING THE BODY UP PRETTY NICE,

And LOVELY Lovely, primpANDgroom.

fin <3

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