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Definition PERNICKETY: [adjective] queer, odd, i.e.: someone that does not necessarily do OR THINK WHAT YOU THINK THEY SHOULD do or think.

Judging a person does not define who they are

It defines who you are

Do not judge my story by the chapter you walked into

Don’t judge my because in your eyes I sin differently than you sin

And remember this

You judgement is only a view point or opinion of yourself short comings

Remember this next time your brains are in stalled motion

Love is the absence of Judgement

Go ahead and JUDGE

But remember to be perfect for the rest of your life

“SPOSETO” a poem Sept. 14, 2019 (Saturday)

Definition PERNICKETY: [adjective] queer, odd, i.e.: someone that does not necessarily do

OR THINK WHAT YOU THINK THEY SHOULD do or think.

ThereAre JUSTsoManyMany things out there that we’re SPOSE to do and we’re SPOSE to think,

And they’re goodForYouandME? and doesn’t any of this for other people sorta stink?

Especially IF it ALL gets crammed down our throat,

From the day that we are born until WeAREcarried on Charon’s* boat?

Sure, IF I ASK FOR YOUR OPINION, I BETTER expect almost anything,

So, I BETTER WATCH OUT ABOUT THAT for even indirect requests can BRING,

Lots of UNWELCOME ADVICE, about this, that and the-other,

And criticismS about my wife sister and brother.

THERE ARE SO MANY SPOSETOs it makes my head spin,

And I am still really uncertain WHICH WORLD WE ARE IN,

So, I guess we should just all expect FROM WHATEVER SOURCE,

Lots of advice about How Much To Bet toPUTon which bloody horse,

And How much to eat and what kind of food,

Is Good and is Bad Ithink perhapsThAT tooMuch I brood,

About ALLofTHE SPOSETOs but, HECK, can’t I just brood as I like,

And not be so worried ABOUT people’s opinion about my bike,

Or the car that I drive or the clothes that I wear,

Or the style or the shape or the colorOFmyHAIR,

But WELL I am sorta pernickety, so I might just take all this advice,

And TRY to sift through it to find the naughty and nice,

Or (actually) the ACCEPTABLE TO ME or the stuff that I MIGHT try,

But all this advice thatIamSPOSEtoDO can sometimes make me cry!

fin ♥

Those who judge will never understood

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Those who understand will never JUDGE

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(“DIS” means disrespect.) ~ what will I perpetrate ~

“THE ‘DIS’ POEM” a poem 🙂 – for Saturday, September 14, 2019

(“DIS” means disrespect.)

“You don’t know your own mind,” Wise (?) M[e]n have told me;

“Why do you want me to change [again]?” I ask, inquiringly.

“I DON’T KNOW,” say The Wise (?) but [I’m] [we’re] SURE it must be,

Because [I] DO think&orFeelIT and (of course) Ifeel MYclar- ity,

Of thought, life & intention(s) AND I like MY P H I L Osophy.”

“Yeah, I know PHIL means LOVE, but isn’t it OK to disagree,

About WHAT CONSTITUTES LOVE? (pause)

I THINK – it MAY BE leaving alone,

A[ny] person with their own ideas so they can gently HONE,

Their OWN set of skills, values and desires;

I DO N O T SAY [THAT] DESIRES ARE BAD, but some folks have pliers,

And wants to make adjustments on my (select one if you wish)

(1) SILLY;

(2) PERFECT;

(3) ACCEPTABLE;

(4) Any or none of the above

LIFE,

Or to judge my friends and or family or evaluate my (future) wife,

Or my choice of expression or the places I visit.

Why are you concerned so much about MY life YOU NEEDnOT “DIS” IT,

Or BLESS IT. Isn’t it MY prerogative to do what I think is best (for J)?

Why does that not sit well with you? For, I think we must all pay,

OUR OWN [SET OF] DUES FOR THE THINGS WE PURSUE;

There’s only YOU and there’s ME and shouldn’t I choose [with my life],

WHAT I WILL DO?

fin ♥

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“THAT SPECIAL YOU” a poem Sept. 14, 2019 (Saturday)

“THAT SPECIAL YOU” a poem Sept. 14, 2019 (Saturday)

We all have THAT SPECIAL SOMEone WE’RE DREAMING OF,

Which DOES NOT mean that (s)he does NOT want to kill us (you), And, even if (s)he seems / looks like a Heavenly dove,

(S)he MAY still poke our eyes out or eat our liver clean,

Out of our abdomen, and it don’t mean thathe ain’t REAL MEAN,

But, well, THAT SPECIAL SOMEone IS JUST WHO THEY ARE;

You could meet them at church or maybe in a bar,

OR at The Gates of Hell AND BECAUSE OF THEM, you’ll turn back,

And do all sorts of crazy stuff,

For CRAZY HUMANS (for crazy) WILL NEVER LACK,

‘Cause THE OBJECT OF YOUR AFFECTIONS may be objectionable to all your family YET (s)he may be YOUR BEST FRIEND;

Who, like Delilah might cut off all your hair in the end.

YET, you’re my SPECIAL SOMEONE; you make me HAPPY and sad AS HECK,

But I really don’t care when YOU SAY: “I am a wreck,”

BECAUSE,

Moral: “EYES OF LOVE AND LONGING SEE YOU AS PERFECT AS CAN BE;

You’re my SPECIAL SOMEONE, The One Just Right for me.”

fin ♥

(aside) And, HONEY: That glorious “poop hole” of yours that makes others throw up,

Well, I just wanna lick / sip it good. IT MAKES A MARVELOUS COFFEE CUP.

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The Egos Con ~

“PREPARATION” a poem September 13 2019 (Friday)

IT’S ALMOST TIME TO W(H)INE AND DINE, ] Lots of PREP TIME shall be mine.]

PutOnMyBestFace for THIS TIME, ] For I WANT it toBE sublime,

APPROPRIATE and PROPER, see, ] WHEN FINISHED, feeling GOOD for ME,

Is CRITICAL and very needed; I donotwannabe UPSET or out seeded.

A cool look; a calming stare; I WANNA WIN The Teddy Bear,

That Will be MY prize If I can en-dure, Perhaps2Hours NoMore NoSir.

Just LUCID IL-LUMIN-ATIONS with some GRACE; I need a calm look on MY face.

No twitching, itching, shakes or chinks IN MY ARMOR, for that really stinks.

I WANT TO INTER-ACT AND GROW & be come bet ter don’t YOU KNOW.

And I hear (him/her) NOW; am I ready? TO DEAL WITH ISSUES VERY steady,

And THEN A SMALL DOG COMES INTO VIEW;

“Well, now, what am I to do with you?

I was EXPECTING something else DANG, am I EVEN READY NOW?

I WAS expecting an old, black cow.”

But, instead, this miniature Doberman walks right in,

And tells me that I me I am steeped in sin;

No, suddenly, (s)he tells me I HAVE NO SIN AT ALL.

Well, DANG which is it? WITHOUT A BOX I CAN NOT HAVE A BALL.

The little dog just sits a while, ] AND then sug gests that we reset the dial;

“DIAL to DISCOMFORT, if you wish to grow;

Complacent things are DEAD, you know.”

Well, this RILES ME UP, so I say: “What do you mean?

I WANT TO BE A CALM POOL, and I have WORKED to preen,

MYSELF MYSELF for our dis course.”

“Well, why not drop the pretense,” says pooch; “BUT of course,

YOU CAN ALWAYS BE READY WITH AN EGOIC GLEE,

But WHAT GOOD IS THAT, if the ego will JUST BE,

And agreeTO calm, nice, pleasant and dull?

The ego LIKES PEACE AND EASE, and does not like to feel any pull.”

Moral: So the EGO likes to PREPARE AND read a book, AND follow the procedure[s] with an expert look. And remind everyone of how far (s)he has gone, AND hopefully we are not SO FAR GONE that we believe THE EGO’S CON.

fin ♥

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Big fake ~

“BIG FAKE” a poem for FRIDAY, September 13, 2019

A smile,

A hug,

An insincere I LOVE YOU;

You’re a fake, FOR GOODNESS’ SAKE; You’re NEVER authentic or true.

“Well, OK, then What’s Next? if you can’t trust anything anyone does as really real?”

A BUNCH OF FAKE PEOPLE.

“You’re FAKES that’s just what I feel.

So, I will se-ques-ter MYSELF from Ya-all,

YOU BUNCH OF FAKES. Don’t EVER call,

On me EVER AGAIN; I don’t trust anyone any more.”

So, Mr. Pig Head locked and bolted the door.

“Come, Friend; don’t be so CURT;

Sure, I am sure we are all fakes, but what does it hurt

To MAKE A SHOW? Maybe, “fake it ’til you make it” is the only way to go.

COME ON, CRACK THE DOOR; I THINK I SEE A GRIN,

Forming on your ugly mug; come on, man, lay me a little skin.

Don’t be TOO HARSH on all us FAKERS.

We’re just faking, trying to get by,

A bunch of wanna-be CANDLE STICK MAKERS.”

fin ♥

Salesman of the Year Award ~

“THE BIRDS’ FEEDER!?” a poem in the series: “It’s A God Thang!” Sept. 7, 2019 – Saturday!

And, IF there was a God, you could say:

“Feed The Birds, Lord; feed-them each-day!”

But, since-there’s-no-God, do-it-your-self, go-to-the-store-for-bread-they-might-eat!

GET-YOU-SOME CASH (or-a-card) or Steal-’em-a-loaf;*

Wouldn’t that be-neat?

And – with the stolen bread, just “take-off” down The Street,*

Pursued by ARMED GUARDS, who, when-they-capture-your-slow-a – -,

WILL BEAT,

YOU! to-within-an-inch-of-your-life!

“Gosh,” you say; “I’m-NOT-married, so-I-couldn’t-get-good-advice, like-NOT-to-do-something-stupid-like-that – from-MY-WIFE, 🙂 – Yeah!

So, you plead: “It WAS bread for the little, singing birds!”

They’ll say: “Shut UP, you thief; them’s just-a-bunch of stupid words!”

And – THEY TOSS YOU IN JAIL, you silly “God-wanna-wanna- be,”

But-at-least they might serve-you-a-bread-sandwich,

Oh, ” MASTER! OF-YOUR DES-TIN-Y!”

fin ♥

  • – This is ONLY a line in a poem; we are NOT suggesting you actually go out and steal some bread for the birds and “make-a-run-for-it,” OK? (I am NOT like Obi Wan Kenobi, trying to manipulate your “mind” to make you do something stupid, OK!? However! (long pause) “GO TO https://mydaz.blog and CLICK ON THERE AND BUY STUFF off that site, so the people who run that blog will get a little commission/percentage cut from the WONDERFUL STUFF THAT YOU WILL SEE! AND COME BACK

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AND BUY!

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BUY!

Bye!”)

Keeping Balance~

“PLEASE KEEP YOUR BALANCE!” a poem (in the series: “Don’t Hurt Yourself, Love!”)

Remember to keep your balance, for balance is A KEY,

To love & joy & successful-living – and (especially) harmony!

For, when-Frank-Castle’s-burning-your-skin-with-a-red-hot-poker-rod,

It goes – from a really, really hot – to an icy-cold, frozen bod!!

DUALISM, BABY! Just-remember Suzi Jane –

Who discovered ORGASMS, but was ignorant of the pain,

Which cums, if you’re-a-girl-pleasing-self-down-under-to-The-Max,

Labor pains be-likely coming, and them might be the facts,

OR – after you get “runners’ high,” or high of any sort,

You better keep the levels up, or you might get to court,

Saddened states and tragedies – like you may-have-never known,

‘Cause what goes up (’round-here) goes down-

YOU-SHOUT-and-THEN-MOAN!! 🙂

So, here we’re back to BALANCE and too much joy or rush,

It’s keeping things-a-bit moderate,: getting crazy in “a hush!”

Just-a-bit-o’-HUSH, held right in – to let the waters flow,

Over you, your mind and bod! You know, we all da “ho,”

Wanting-yearning-desiring-burning-with-sweet-passion, Mate,

Remember to-breathe & move & shake, when-you-have-your-Date-Night-late,

And-remember-our-talk-’bout-eczema – and scratching way too much,

Sure-rub & itch & soothe it out, with simple, gentle touch,

For, as I’ve noted in other poems, if-you-scratch-it-with-abandon,

It’ll-be-healing – and-the-oozing’s-revealing –

But-you’ll-regret you-did-all-that “sandun’!”

Just REMEMBER* My-Love – BALANCE! not too cold or hot:

Like – IF you shower in warm water – your skin won’t scald and rot –

MODERATION! with-OCCASIONAL – fits of passion! YES!

LIKE: Smooch your baby 10,000 times, but a million? might-be a mess!

fin. <3

  • – but ONLY if you will!