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Harry Carey ~

“HARRY CAREY!”* a poem June 22, 2019 (Saturday)

I might kill myself, ’cause you don’t-totally-agree,
With MY-POSITION! I ‘m-Harry! Ca-rey!

SUICIDE! is my option of choice, if YOU-don’t-do,
What I really think YOU REALLY aught-to!

OR – if you don’t think or if you don’t say,
The kind of thing that-WILL SAVE MY DAY!

And – WHAT WILL SAVE MY DAY – AND ALSO ME:
Just-AGREE-WITH-ME! I’m SURE you’ll see,
IN-TIME, that-I-know EXACTLY-what-is-right,
AND-what-is-true! Come-on-now! DON’T-FIGHT!

Just give in, or I’ll have me-a-heckuva-tantrum,
Or – DO-MYSELF-IN – singing My-Very-Own National Anthem! ๐Ÿ™‚ – Happy Singing!

From-H-LL-“Oh-say – and just seeeee,
That WITH-ME you must always beeeeee,
In A-greeeeee ment-and-ac-cord,
Or-else I can not -‘t af fo – ord,
Too-oo-live! I’ll pro-b’b-ly die!
IT’LL-BE-YOUR-FAULT, don’t-ask-me-WHY!
Perhaps-’cause-my-fa-a-a-a-vorite-des-sert,
Is AP-PLE PIE! a-slice could not hurt!
So-o – please-Dear just be nice,
And-agree-with-me! Give me spice,*
For I know-ow what I say!
Yes, FOR ME – shout: “Hoo – oo -ray-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay –

Oh, SAY – does that opin-ion of MI-I-NE re-a-ealy maa ter,
O’er -the-land – in-which I’ll BE FREEEEEE,
To-have-all-my op-in-ions – accepted WOR-SHIP-FUL-LY! ๐Ÿ™‚ – Play Ball!

fin <3


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  • The joys of an unclean man ๐Ÿ™„
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  • America ๐Ÿ™‡
    KIND [ ] OF!" a poem Sunday: June 23, 2019 SUCCESS-and -FAILURE! Aren't-they-the-same-event!? One might stay! One? might-'a'-went! Then, can-they-trade places!? It's-a-"TRiUMPhant-Point-ofView!" Recently: "Withdraw-The-Order!"* 'cause-that's-what-Donald-WANTS-TO-DO! This-fellow-can-change-his-mind, with the click of a switch! A threat of force!-or-a-"Twitter," can-now-be-"A-Stitch, A bloody, silly STITCH! IN-TIME,"** Which-is-supposed-to-"save-us!?" But, you-know? Yeah! I'm, Gazing-into "lifeless eyes,"*** Seeing each new-disguise, And, yet, … Read More

  • – hara kiri: [Japanese term] ritual suicide by disembowelment, historically practiced by overzealous samurai warriors, when they felt disgraced, which is yet another example, proving “The Mystic Poet’s point,” that people are all crazy! This DEFINITELY includes Japanese (and other) warriors, who kill themselves in the name of SOME GREATER GOOD, or idiotic notion! Suicide: [Multicultural term] Ending one’s life “prematurely,” believing some “great[er] good” is served by doing so! It is a practice usually done by overemotional women (and sissy men) who have nothing better to do on Saturday afternoons! [Those who have attempted it and lived, to the person, report that, at the moment of “committing the suicide,” they suddenly realize: “THAT WAS REALLY STUPID TO DO! Gosh, could I have that decision over again, so I can make other stupid decisions that are not so permanent!?”] Urban legend: Suicide is Painless!
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“DOGGIE STYLE!”

“DOGGIE STYLE!” a poem May 7, 2019 (Tuesday) I WANT A DOGIEE! I need me a doggie! I LOVE me my doggie! (tears) [Next:] YOU! Take-care-of-my-doggie! I want me to marry; I want a nice “hubby!” I NEED ME a hubby! but – NOW, he’s a “tubby!!” HE should-not be-“difficult;” he-should WORK-mo’-hard; I still love me doggie! Not-very-much “my-pard!” So, I-divorced-that-guy! I’m-not-really-sure-why, But, I sill got my doggie, but, then, WHY’D-DOGGIE-DIE? ” ‘Cause, My Honey, YOU-CAN’T-TAKE-CARE, OF ANYTHING, (pause) but – you-need-not-tear, Your hair – from-your-head-or-your-chinny-chin-chin! HAVING NO ABILITY TO BE RESPONSIBLE – ISN’T A SIN! It’s JUST THE WAY YOU ARE – and we ALL are too! Doggie needs to die, IF (s)he’s too dependent on you, And hubby probably-needs – to-be long gone, ‘Cause: Isn’t marriage – just another big, ol’ con?” WE’RE ALL CONNECTED! CONNECTED ALREADY! No-ceremonies-are-needed! Here! Here’s-my-friend-Freddie, Krueger! Yes, he’s one with us too, His sharp-knife-hands – know just what to do! RIP YOU TO PIECES – and FEED YOU TO THE DOGGIE! Don’t worry ’bout nothing! ‘Cause-everything’s-pretty-foggy! The FOG hides – It obscures – a clear-view of-your-connection-to-ALL! We’re REALLY ALL taking care of each other, so-you-don’t-have-to-call, On SOMEONE-to-take-charge of this fine, Divine Mess! Everything-will-get-done-JUST-FINE! by-Freddie! or Rudolf Hess! fin <3

“WHIPPED!”ย  a poemย  a.k.a.: “Scourged!” or “WHY IT’S NOT THE BEST IDEA TO JUST LISTEN TO & OBEY YOUR WIFE OR GIRLFRIEND’S ADVICE!” 1-5-19 [W]

“WHIPPED!” a poem a.k.a.: “Scourged!” or “WHY IT’S NOT THE BEST IDEA TO JUST LISTEN TO & OBEY YOUR WIFE OR GIRLFRIEND’S ADVICE!” 1-5-19 [W]
A Post-Easter Consideration!
We all know some folks, who-just-won’t-rest will-not-rest, UN-TIL,
They’ve criticized ANY decision you’ve made or they’ve climbed the highest hill,
Just to prove that-your-DECISION WAS-WRONG, quite ill-conceived!
You-know? I know some wives and girlfriends who-are never, ever “relieved,”
Until they ANAL-yze what you did, and, then, ask the question: “WHY?
DIDN’T YOU DO IT SOME OTHER WAY!?” Such people [can] make me cry!
As-a-for-instance (pause) What IF, ON EASTER MORNING, things were mo-di-fied,
And The Woman showed up – at The Tomb, and she simply would-NOT abide,
WITH JESUS’ DECISION TO COME OUT? It might-a gone something like this:
? So, Easter Morning, Jesus walked OUT, looking to maybe get a kiss,
And there was His girl, with tears in her eyes!
She-was-startled, but-definitely-liked PERMANENT-Good-byes,
So she immediately said: “What in The Hell? – – – Jesus, my man, I just got-to tell,
YOU, that-THIS-IS-FREAKY! You’re-a-dead, walking guy!
You-just gotta go back in there – and I’m telling you why! (pause)
This SILLY decision of YOURS – to-simply RE-SURRECT [an annoying gasp!]
Is SO bizarre! Are you a kook? How could you really elect,
To break with Jewish tradition! Oy vey! WHEN-YOU-DIE, YOU-REST,
YOU DON’T JUST GET UP A FEW DAYS LATER!!! So, come on! It-is BEST,
That you just march-yourself-back-in-there – to-FINALLY ‘Rest in Peace,’
And – DON’T COME BACK AND SCARE US!! You-owe-us-that-much, at-least,
To NOT cause-us all this tre-m-bl-ing, fearing (you-know) that you,
Have returned from (like) some Pet Sematary! This’ll-be THE BEST THING TO DO!”
So, Jesus, a little bewildered, but realizing how wise she was,
Said: “Of course, you’re right, Mary! I’ll head back there! back IN, just- because!”
(As you can see) Mary was a pretty head-strong dame,
And liked to honor tradition, but REALLY – just LOVED “The Game,”
THE GAME called: “Second Guessing” EVERY ABLE-BODIED MAN IN TOWN;
If-THEY didn’t go along with her she’d wear an awful frown,
And say: “You don’t respect me – or listen to my good advice!”
So, (pause) WHAT-IF this had really happened, and Jesus had taken his SPICE,
SOAKED WRAPPING CLOTHS – and gone back, for to die?
In The-Tomb-of-Sorrow! Well, now, wouldn’t it make us cry?
And The Moral of The Story? is: Don’t always listen to-those,
Who-always-urge-reversal-of-plans, because, you-know, I do suppose,
THAT YOUR WAY MIGHT BE A GOOD WAY TOO!
“Her Way or The Highway!” may-not always be the best thing to do!
“Yet, be gentle! when you encounter – A-compulsive De-vil’s Ad-vo-cate! – – – With a mild manner (pause) & a little smile It’s-OK! to-just say: ‘YOU’RE FULL OF S – -T!’ ” The Mystic Poet fin <3

“A TRINITY OF EASTER BONNETS* – FOR THE NEWLY RESURRECTED!?”~ AND JUST A LITTLE ” BLACK STATIRE” MYSTIC POET ๐Ÿ‘‘๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ’ซ

“A TRINITY OF EASTER BONNETS* – FOR THE NEWLY RESURRECTED!?” Easter Sunday: April 21, 2019 [Monday! in Australia!!]

“NO, IT’S NOT!” a poem a.k.a.: “You Mean It’s NOT Halloween? Oh, That’s Why!”

“‘No, it’s-NOT-Halloween!-It’s-EASTER!!’ “Oh, sorry, that-must-be-why,
There-hasn’t-been much spooky-candy in-The-Store, as-I’ve-wandered-by,
And Dracula’s teeth (generally-a-good-seller) are-half-price-off-on sale,
While little Bunny-People-are-out, wig-gl-ing their tail[s]!
And The Zombie Crawl’s unusual, for it’s-being done with a cross!
Dang! I-really-missed-it-this-year! But it’s-not a total loss!?

Yet, it-explains-a-lot, for, in October, when-I-really-thought-it-was-Easter,
I got no eggs-and-one-girl-was-annoyed, when-I-taped-a-tail-on-her-keister,
But, eventually, she-dressed as a bunny and shook it pretty well!
Dang it! Yeah! I-wonder – if I will go to H – L L –
For mixing-up these holidays, in such an-unrighteous-fashion!
I’ve missed the candy, and now my dandy costume I-can’t-cash-in!!

So, I-better-get-t’-thinkin’-’bout going to Church, [early] Sunday morning

When Jesus was tri-um-phant, as-a-vampire, without warning!
LIVE FOREVER, BUT DON’T BITE TWICE,
‘CAUSE YOU-ONLY-LIVE FOREVER! So-try-and-be-nice!

THEY-say HE-had-some-candy though, when-he-came-out-from-The-Tomb,
But no one would approach-eth Him! We’re-so-cautious-from-the-womb,
Afraid that we might just-get-“bit,” turned-into-Deathless-” Folk!”
They-all-thought-The-Resurrection [Thing] must-be a-media-joke!

Y’-know, just like Mich[ael] Jackson, That Guy could really sing!
And-a-a-rou-ound-Hal-lo-ween, He-was-The-Trick-or-Treatin’-King!**

fin <3

* – or is that Sonnets?
** – King-Of-The-Chew, The Candy Chew, with-Chocolate-Mashes-and-lic-or-ice;
And He was real great at parties! One word, Sweetheart: “FOOT-FE-TISH!”

“THE WAY!” a poem, a.k.a.: “Party Hardy If You Want Your Lordy, Lordy To Wakey-Wakey!”

HE’s risen!! Dang, He’s UP AGAIN,
Walking here, amongst all men!
‘Tis-no “party trick,” for The Son’s Arisen!
The rock is rolled! It’s-a-ROCK-&-ROLL-vision!
As Jesus Christ (That Guy’s Alive),
As He steps from the tomb, He “takes a dive,”
In-the-flowers over there,
And-when-He-looks-up, there’s HER stare!!

With His face all dirty – and stinky too,
She sees Him there, &-says: “What-did-you-do,
With-My-Lord, you garden-er?!”
And Jesus sees [that] He-can-fool-her?

“Well, yes!” He lies; “I’m-the-land-scrape-designer,
But I did see Your Lord, OFF his recliner,
Walking-over-there – and-saying GOOD BYE!”
(But This Girl can-see The Glint in His eye!!)

Since-Jesus-is-a-lousy-liar, She knew it was Him!
“Oh, Lord, [you’re] such a kidder!” and, although-proper-&-prim,
She-made-a-run-for-Him, and-He-said: “HOLD ON!
You’ve-got-[on]-your-“Sunday-Best,” and-I’m-covered-with-lawn!
So, don’t touch me now; I’ll clean up pretty soon,
But – JUST GO-TO EVERYONE, & WE’LL FLY TO THE MOON!”

“Well-NOW, take you time, Lord! Everyone’s mostly in jail!
They were celebrating YOUR WAKE! I-will go-get bail!”

Anyway! That girl wasn’t actually MARY! Her-name was: Dory,*
(I just thought you-might be interested in getting The True[r] Story!)


Anyway, eventually, Jesus DID “clean up” and He did realize,
WHY HE AROSE!!! This-here’s a big surprise!
You-see, it was REALLY because of the drunken orgy wake,
Because they all were drinking – and SHOUTING, for Goodness’ sake,
And Jesus, dead and sleeping, must-have-heard-something-like this:
“A WAKE! A WAKE!” and-it-must-have-filled-Him-with-[such]-bliss,
To-know-{that}-everyone-wanted-Him-to-wake-up, come-out-[of]-The-Tomb-&-party!

Strange, but true: IF YOU-HAVE-A-WAKE, BE REAL HARDY,
For your exuberance can be infectious – and even wake The Dead!!!
And I got this from A REAL GOOD SOURCE! It’s-what-an-“ancient-text”-said!

[And I’ve ALSO got some REAL-QUALITY, residential property, a-Florida-estate,
Nestled in some once-wet-land, and the-scenery is GREAT!
We can ALL live there, praising The Lord each day,
And PARTY HARDY, Lordy, Lordy! It-is: THE JESUS WAY! ๐Ÿ™‚ – Hooray! OK?

fin~


“NO APOLOGIES NECESSARY!” a poem Easter Sunday!!

That’s right! Complainers love-to-complain, and-coughers-love-to-cough!
Another-Easter-Time-arrives where JESUS-WOULD-LOVE TO-GET-OFF,
Being-hung-UP-on-that-pole [AGAIN!] spending (I imagine) too-much time,
Suffering and bleeding, so churches-can-celebrate-and-pine,
And think-about-and-focus-on Their-Crucified-Lord, again,
Crying into their “GIVING cups,” lamenting all their sin!

We-are-the-soldiers, as before, pulling-the-garment-of-The-Lord,
And we PLAY FOR IT – and laugh and sing, and hope we can afford,
A-lot-of-drinks, at-our-favorite-pubs, when we exchange THE garment;
Let’s take our helmets from-these-spears – and plunge-[them]-into-this-varmit!


With swords and shields and spears – Let’s have a bloody, good time,
And, if we’re lucky, at the local bars, we’ll-commit-a-little-crime!
Some rapes and mutilations! Perhaps, a-young-girl-can-be-“groomed!”
I just-love-another-Sweet, Sweet Easter, especially-as-HE-lies-“entombed!”

And, then, after all the rapes and murders, we’ll [REALLY]-celebrate-The-Season!
SUNDAY MORNING SURFACES! and things are calm! The reason?
Every-one’s passed-out or dead, but few of them are “giving!”
And here comes Jesus, out-of-The-Tomb, Yes, sir! He’s really LIVING,
The-Good-Life, and-a-once again, He greets His friend named “Mary,
and He says (for-the-2000th-time), “I beg you, Friends; don’t tarry!
FOR, I’VE DEFEATED ‘SATAN,’ & I ‘ M PUTTING-HIS-FEAR-AWAY!
This is IT! Welcome, Everyone! to-a GLORIOUS, BRAND NEW DAY!
Where NOW there is no need to suffer! You-don’t-have-to any-more!”
He tells all this – to-the Disciples, but Satan will just snore,
Knowing that he’s surely got – [another] 3 hundred, sixty five,
Days-to-convince EVERYONE(?) that-ANOTHER-Easter’s-not-no-“jive,”
That-is THE WAY! The-Way-Of-The-World, Of-This World of HIS:
“[Let’s] just-keep-re-enacting the-same-old [liturgical]-Show-Biz!!!”
Until THE BLOODY END OF TIME – or-until someone gets wise,
Declaring-this, that: “Heavenly existence is HERE, before our eyes!”


We need-not keep a-spinning – the same old Ritual Wheel,
For Jesus has declared [triumphant?] His-ancient “Brave New Deal!”
We just need to accept it, and stop-all-this being fooled,
BUT!! We-DO love celebration SO MUCH – and of-being-RULED,
By systems-of-government, and-medicine – and, of course, pompous-religion!
CAN’T WE DISCOVER? Let’s open our eyes: THE DOVE IS JUST A PIGEON!
And-haven’t-we-been-“pigeons,” My Friends! PIGEONS!? long enough?
Turning-over ALL our lives to Demons, who-love-to “bluff,”
And say [that] They’re “in charge – and they’ve got a REAL GOOD plan,
IT’S: THE SACRED! Yes, THE-sacred-STATUS QUO, for-ev-ery girl and man!
And – Let’s just keep-on going – down the same old road!”

Will-we-always-bow-to-temptation? You-know, we’re often told:
“That PROS-PER-ITY (whatever THAT is) is JUST AROUND THE CORNER!”
Why-don’t-we-stop and look-’round-there, but NOT as some, poor mourner!

Yet [everyone’s-shouting] “No! (pause) There-must-be-more-we-must-DO!”

No, NOTHING MORE! just-NO-APOLOGIES, for-liking-to-EAT-&-S – R – W!*

So, anyway! Happy Easter AGAIN! It’s almost 6 A. M.!

Which is – time-to-eat-and-get-dressed-up – and-to-practice-another-AMEN!
And-when-you-go-to-church-and-sit-in-your-P’EW, counting-blessings in your life,
Remember, that each-GOOD-Nazi sat-with-his-good wife,
And they would sit there and worship – for as many Easter morns,
As The World would allow! While angels blew their horns!!

YET, HERE, DEAR FRIENDS, I DON’T SUGGEST – that-you-skip-Church-today,
But-you-should-know, It’s-a-social-convenience! So weigh what they-all-say!
TAKE GOOD ADVICE – and apply it, with-what “free will” you got,
But don’t buy in – to politics! For LOVE’s what Jesus sought! ๐Ÿ™‚ – Happy Easter!
fin <3

* – Of course, now-The-Bible don’t say much – ’bout Jesus and the ladies,
But-He-ate-a-lot, for-THEY-called-Him-“A-Glutton,” &-He-surely-did-like-babies!!

“THE BLEEDING DISH!”~ MYSTIC POET ๐Ÿ‘‘๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ’ซ

“THE BLEEDING DISH!” a poem [a.k.a.: “A Somewhat Fowl Poem For The Day Before Easter!], written Saturday (20 April 2019), to be sung to the tune: “Up From The Grave He Arose!

Death – Re-birth – ain’t so ab-surd,
‘Cause-Kitty got him-self a “boid!”
I could-tell- from -the-fea–thers-there,
He-had-got-him sa-v’ry faire!!

“To-heck with dry food faire!”
Said-fer-al-ki-ttie – and-he-would-not-share!
‘Cause “This-fo-o-owl’s de-li-i-cious – [espec’ally]at Ea-ster-Time!”
While-our-Lord is slee-eeping, this cat won’t whine!
– – – Kit-tie ATE! Small-birds-to-sate, Kitty’s-tummy-nee-eeds To-DAY!

Kitty’s UP – and birds are DOWN!
As-the fea- thers fl-y-y birdies frown,
For-the-Lord-brings-bird-ies as-the-kit-ty’s-food,
For-birds-of-ten wa-atch-eth – when-kitty-doth-BROOD,

Yearning-FOR! some-birds-each-DAY,
But-sometimes – KIT-TY SHOU-ou-TS: “HOO-RAY!”
So-Kitty’s-cul-i-nary-needs- They-were-filled-TO-DAY,
And-for- BOTH kitties-and-birdies we-will-surely-pray:

For-the mor-al-of-the-story – is, of course, just such:
THAT-EVEN-WITH-[THE]-KIT-TY, THE -LORD’S “IN TOUCH!”

Moral #2:
Plus, “(S)he who waits, is satisfied!” – – – Come-on-now! On-this The-Lord-ain’t-lie!
For, The-Lord-brings [fine] din-ing- to the cat that waits!
Just-be- patient and-God-will-sa-ti-ate! – – –
Kittie needs, for Kit-tie-of-ten-pleads – – – For-a sav’ry DI-i-i-iSH, that BLEEDS!
Praise The-Lord, for-we-can-afford – fresh-food-for-kit-tie,
At EA-ea-ea-ster TI-i-i-i-ME, I-dun-wrote this ditty!

Kit-tie ATE! Small-birds-did-sate, kittie’s tum-my nee-eds To-DAY! ๐Ÿ™‚ – Yay-meow!

fin <3

Should the U.S. build Trump’s Mexican Wall?

Physicians were unable to reach a consensus: Should the U.S. build Trump’s Mexican Wall? The Allergists were in favor of scratching it, but the Dermatologists advised not to make any rash moves. The Gastroenterologist’s had sort of a gut feeling about it, but the Neurologists thought Trump had a lot of nerve. Meanwhile, Obstetricians felt certain everyone was laboring under a misconception, while the Ophthalmologists considered the idea shortsighted. Pathologists yelled, “Over my dead body!” while the Pediatricians said, “Oh, grow up!” The Psychiatrists thought the whole idea was madness, while the Radiologists could see right through it. Surgeons decided to wash their hands of the whole thing and the Internists claimed it would indeed be a bitter pill to swallow. The Plastic Surgeons opined that this proposal would “put a whole new face on the matter.” The Podiatrists thought it was a step forward, but the Urologists were pissed off at the whole idea. Anesthesiologists thought the whole idea was a gas, and those lofty Cardiologists didn’t have the heart to say no. In the end, the Proctologists won out, leaving the entire decision up to the assholes in Washington!

Black Statire

“EVERYBODY ELSE IS HIGH MAINTENANCE!” ~ MYSTIC POET ๐Ÿค”

“EVERYBODY ELSE IS HIGH MAINTENANCE!” a poem a.k.a.: “Justified!” April 16, 2019 (Tuesday)

Everybody’s a little kooky, a little quirky -except for me!

Sure, I’ve got my rhythms, but-they’re-“sensible,” you see!

Other people have problems, so I “call things” like this:

You are [pick one]: Narcissistic! Puer! Uncouth! or-just-plain-messin’-with-my-bliss!

Obviously, people need to “REFORM!” and change their attitude,

If-they-don’t? Well, Honey I just gotta brood,

And-I’m JUSTIFIED [by-golly] Because-I-KNOW-I’m-right!

Don’t mess with me, especially my opinions! unless you want a fight!๐Ÿค”

So, are-WE “on the same page?” Do you see things AS THEY ARE?

No, no, I’m NOT high maintenance! I’m just a Shining Star!

fin <3

๐Ÿ™‚ – addendum:
“SOMETHING ABOUT TIGERS!” a poem, inspired by the 1938 film “The Saint in New York,” with Louis Hayward & Kay Sutton. 04/16/19 [Tues.]

Tigers are just big, adorable house cats. “Beautiful? Isn’t she?”
Just lovely (pause) with zero notions-of-lo-yal-ty!
“I like you! Maybe-some-day-I’ll-be-really-interested-in-you;
Maybe, then I’ll ‘fall in love’ (as some people do)!”
There’s something about tigers, and hunting-them does have [an] attraction!”
However, women are “hard luck” for a man of action!

“Take care of yourself; you’re too valuable for us to lose you now!” from “The Saint . . . “