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“INTERESTING VIDEOS!” a poem 5 June 2019 [Wednesday]

“INTERESTING VIDEOS!” a poem 5 June 2019 [Wednesday]

My one-and-only One True Love – sent-me- “lady-o’s,”

Showing-lizzy-lovers doing-things-you-might-find but-only-on-radios!

The things they did were SO exotic – I-would-o’-thought-[them]-impossible-to-do,

But My One-and-Only sent-them-to-me to-experience-and FULLY VIEW!

She-said: “I-can’-t-always-be-with-you – and-I know you have “special needs,”

So-here’re-some-helpful-videos SHOWCASING-pretty-ladies of-les-bial-breeds!

I WATCHED WITH INTEREST, yet all-I-could-do,

Was shout-my-lover’s-name, for-she’s-THE-ONE-who,

I really wish for-all-my-experiences in Love!

She’s-MY-Video-Girl-of-Girls! and-we-“fit-like-a-glove!”*

So, I watched the “lady-o’s” and-called my Sweetie’s name,

And the more I watched, the more obsessed and insane,

I became, yearning for my Darling’s tender touch,

NEVER reaching an “organic” conclusion, with-my-determined singular-clutch!

I guess I must have passed out! She found me on the floor;

I grab-bed-at-her excitedly! We-went-wild-and-She-said-she-had-more,

Of the-cutie lizzie lovers’ videos for-me-to-ne-go-tiate!

I pleaded: “No! Please-my-Honey! with-YOU-I’ll-ass!-oh!-si!-ate!

fin <3

  • – In other words, some couples just get along well with one another!
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By the Son of the Mystic Poet

LOOK WHAT I FOUND IN TUMBLR!! ๐Ÿค 

TRUMP’S CUT, TWEET AND DIE! BY THE SON OF THE MYSTIC POET, AKA: SMP 500 JANUARY 22
TRUMP GOT A HAIRCUT, TRUMP GOT A DYE,
OH, WHAT A THOROUGHLY WONDERFUL GUY!
YOU KNOW, DON; WE MIGHT “RIB” YOU, BUT WE REALLY DON’T MEAN,
TO BE MEAN AND NASTY, FOR WE CERTAINLY DO GLEAN,
HOW TRULY HARD YOU ARE WORKING WITH LOVE & SINCERITY.
WE REALLY DO APPRECIATE, ALL “YOUR POLICY,”
TO INSURE SAFETY, HAPPINESS AND CALM,
AND FOR ALL THE U. S. CITIZENS TO HAVE A “SECOND MOM!”
WE LOVE OUR MOM MELANIA; WE HOPE SHE’LL VISIT SOON!
WE LOVE HER SOFT AND TENDER WAYS, & WE’RE OVER A BLOODY MOON
THAT WE HAVE BEEN EXPERIENCING HERE IN BREWSTER COUNTY!
IF WE LIVED A BIT MORE NORTH, WE’D SENT FOR HER A “MOUNTIE,”
WHO WOULD GRACEFULLY SWEEP HER OFF HER LOVELY FEET,
AND KISS AND CUDDLE HER, AND THEN WE COULD ALL EAT,
SOUTHWEST CUISINE, LIKE A BIG MEAT TORTILLA;
MELANIA COULD COME AND LIVE WITH US; WE KNOW IT COULD BE-A,
WONDERFUL THING! WE COULD BE HER “HIDE-AWAY,”
WHILE YOU ARE DEALING WITH AFFAIRS OF STATE EVERY DAY!
WE’D WINE AND DINE HER AND HAVE CLOSE ENCOUNTERS,
AROUND WATERING TROUGHS, WITH THE MOUNTIES & THE MOUNTERS,
DANCING AROUND, WITH SOME DELIGHT, THE MOON OF BLOOD,
AND YOU’VE GOT A STANDING INVITATION, SINCE YOU ARE OUR BUD!
THE MOON IS RED; THE FENCE IS HIGH;
AND SO ARE WE, AND MELANIA’S THIGH,
IS IN FULL VIEW, AS THE SHEER MOON LIGHT,
CASCADES OFF OUR FIRST LADY ALL RIGHT!
THE DESERT SKY IS CLEAR AND BROAD,
AND WE LOVE YOUR PRESIDENTIAL BOD,
AND IN THE DRY AND PURE NIGHT AIR,
THE SMOKE OF FIRES WILL BRUSH YOUR (NOW BLACK) HAIR,
AND MAKE US SMELL LIKE A BIG CIGAR,
HERE’S A NOD TO MELANIA AND TO “RAISING THE BAR!”


* – https://www.timeanddate.com/eclipse/in/@5525755

Humour in the White House ๐Ÿ˜

** – LIKE THE ROYAL CANADIAN MOUNTED POLICE!
*** – SO THE FENCE WILL BE SUFFICIENTLY HIGH TO KEEP OUT THE FOLKS ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE BORDER WHO CLAMOR TO GET TO THIS SIDE, TO ENJOY OUR GAY WEST TEXAS FESTIVITIES!

[SO, YOU MIGHT ASK WHY TRUMP GOT THE CUT AND DYE TO LOOK MORE LIKE KIM JONG-UN! — WELL, THE ANSWER CAME, DURING THE BLOODY RED MOON! — BECAUSE: BOTH GUYS LIKE SEPARATION AND ISOLATION AND LIVING SO-LOW LIVES! — THEY BOTH LIKE BARRIERS AND BORDERS AND LIES, — LIKE: “STAY AWAY FROM US; WE HAVE INTEGRITY! — (AND A WHOLE LOT OF MISUNDERSTANDING AND FEARFUL STRATEGY!)

This SON OF SAM or of The Mystic Poet – is GETTING OUT OF HAND! Look at what (s)he’s posted NOW! This is going to ruin The Mystic Poet Tumblr site forever, whatever that means:

Tumblr you have upset the Mystic Poet
Tumblr you must apologise to all Poets on Tumblr
These are the folk that kept Tumblr alive
But no you are at fault allowing all that junk to take over the space of published authors and artists that allowed Tumblr to be credible.
Yesterday, as we looked through Tumblr porn, was still being shown, what happened to the cut off date 17 December 2018? Mystic Poet is a loss to Tumblr as many other genuine Artists are leaving. Mystic Poet has been banned on Tumblr for being porn. After many Reviews by Tumblr not one reply from Tumblr. In fact, we posted the same posts again under a different name. Those same poems with graphics were not deemed inappropriate. It clearly shows that the computer scanners are out of date. Tumblr and Facebook got greedy on the dollar and thought they would get away not spending their money on an update on their own responsibilities to complying with the Law. No company is beyond the law. Yes, they all have been found guilty of Community Standards. The ramifications to disconnect Authors and Artists being targeted as culprits and banned causing mental anguish to innocent folk. Many innocent folk are looking at a Clase Action Law Suite against Social Media Giants : more later

THE TUMBLR S[U]N –

WRITTEN BY THE SON OF THE MYSTIC POET:

Dazzled

I THINK THE MYSTIC POET IS MAKING FUN OF ME,
AS I AM WRITING HERE SOME DAYS ON HIS TUMBLR-EE!
I NOTICED HE HAD QUIT HIS SITE, AND NATURE ABHORS A SPACE,
THAT IS NOT BEING UTILIZED TO HELP THE HUMAN RACE!
I HAVE TAKEN UP THE CAUSE TO FILL THIS VACUUM, SO,
WE CAN UTILIZE ALL GOOD SPACE AS WE GENTLY GO,
ABOUT OUR DAILY ACTIVITIES, WHETHER IN OR OUT (OF) THE FENCE,

YET, I AM POOR AND DESTITUTE; I HAVE JUST A FEW P E N C E, *

NOT ALL THE CASH AND WHEREWITHAL, LIKE MR. TRUMP AND MYSTIC:
THOSE GUYS ARE RICH AND POWERFUL! BUT I’M MORE REALISTIC.
I JUST NEED A LITTLE CHANCE TO MAKE A LITTLE MONEY,
&, WHEN I’M FORCED TO STAY AWAY FROM THE LAND OF MILK & HONEY,
I CAN’T AFFORD TO FEED MY FAMILY, TO SMUGGLE & DO TRADE;
I KNOW YOU NEED MORE DRUGS IN THERE & WITH DRUG-SMUGGLING WE’VE MADE,

A LITTLE MONEY AND IMPACT – TO GET YOU ALL CHEAP STUFF,
SO YOU CAN DEAL WITH YOUR GUILT AND MR. TRUMP ENOUGH,
FOR WE ARE SURE YOU’RE CRAZY AND FED UP WITH YOUR “REPS,”
THE GUY & GAL POLITICIANS, WHO LIKE THE WHITE HOUSE STEPS,
AND ALL THE CLEVER BENEFITS AND SALARIES THEY GOT,
FROM VOTING ON THEIR OWN PAY BILLS & SMOKING A LITTLE POT,
WITH SPECIAL INTEREST GROUPS AND FRIENDS (IN THE OTHER PARTY),
THEY ARE ALL SLEEPING IN ONE BED & DON’T MIND BEING TARDY,
TO WORK OR EVEN SHOWING UP, SO THEY CAN CLOSE DOWN “THE PLAY,”
AND WATCH ALL U.S. CITIZENS SLOWLY WASTE AWAY!
SO, ANYWAY, WE LIKE TO SMUGGLE DRUGS FOR JOHN Q. PUBLIC, BUT
THE POLITICIANS SNATCH THEM ALL! IS THAT LIKE A “BUDGET CUT?”

I THOUGHT I WOULD INCLUDE AN APPROPRIATE, HEART-WRENCHING SONG, LIKE THE MYSTIC POET USED TO DO: (IS THAT OK?)

* – THAT IS AN ATTEMPT AT HUMOR, BUT I HAVE ONLY BEEN EDUCATED TO GRADE SCHOOL LEVEL, SO DON’T EXCEPT MUCH, OK?

** – ANOTHER ATTEMPT AT HUMOR! HOW AM I DOING?

๐ŸŒผ Self love ๐ŸŒผ

“THE MYSTIC POET’S PRAISE FOR THE NEW KID IN TOWN!” a poem Jan. 22, 2019 (Tuesday) 2 2 2 2 – – – – too good! This “ghost writer” on jfastereft.tumblr.com is 2 GOOD! (S)he is simply A SENSATIONAL POET – and – A BRILLIANT POLITICAL SATIRIST! I give up! I can’t compete with the wit and wisdom which bristles from those lines! Sigh! Why was I born? Oh, me!! “No matter how good you are, how well you rhyme or what cleverness you might demonstrate ‘in the nation,’ there is ALWAYS someone: BETTER! ‘more rhymie’ AND CLEVERER than you; so just stay humble and, if possible, out of sight!” The “RIMER” formerly known as “The Mystic Poet.”

Whoever’s taken-over my TUMBLR site – really-has a-way with the pen,
Having BRILLIANCE with words and rhyming (and-political-satire)! Who knows when,
I’ll ever be as good as that!? I can only hope,
That-one-day-I-might-rise! to-that-level, but-for-now, I’ll-simply-mope,
And look to bright tomorrows, when my-writing might-be as sweet,
And lyrical – and lovely – a muse one day I’ll meet,
Who’ll inspire me – even half as much, to get such po-e-try,
That-makes-angels-sing-and-bells-to-ring, WITH-RHYTHM-OF-SKY-&-TREE,
And high bor-der divisions – to keep harmony and peace;
I wonder if THIS SHUT-DOWN, if it – will ever cease?
I’M SURE THAT TRUMP, OUR PRESIDENT, IS ALSO MISSING MEALS,
And staring long – in Kim Jong-Un’s eyes, making lots of “deals!”
For now-though those-two look alike, with even matching hair!!
I hope they might be locked-in-a-room, where they can lovingly-stare,
At one another, smile-and-giggle, and be all “rootin’ tootin’,”
Waiting for their fine bud-dy – Vladi-mir-e-Putin!
I FOUND THIS PICTURE-OF-PROPHECY, of the three of them tied down,
Living-in-a-mon-a-stery, with-its-name: “THE TRIAD CLOWN,”
Talking – about-their-“triumphs,” and how clever they all are!
Yes, THOSE THREE! I sing with glee – “THEY’VE ALL GONE OH, SO FAR!”

fin <3

Editor: oh my, Someone here is so addicted to Tumblr ๐Ÿค—

– The name Assange is derived from the name Ah Sang, or Mr. Sang, who was a Chinese emigrant, settling on Thursday Island, off the coast of Australia, circa 1825. In China, this name means “The One Who Illuminates” and dates back millennia to a time when the meaning of names had great significance! The “Sang” family ruled large areas of land in present day China, and their rule was marked by justice and peace. Their ownership of these lands was thought to be of divine origin!

“AN EVENING IN OUR HAPPY HOME!” a poem, a.k.a.: “The Householder Arrives Home To His Loving Family! May We Kindly Greet Him!” 29 May 2019 (Wednesday)

“Here’s-your-Daddy, home-from-work!” (pause) “Mummy, whatever-does-He-do?”
He heals-the-sick, with-words-of-truth! Then, people try to sue,
Him, for-His-efforts in-The-World to: OPEN PEOPLE’S EYES!
You-see, many! Think-your-Sweet-Daddy-should-a-pologize,
For his efforts – to expel DEMONS! from-The-Courts,
Of “Justice” and-of-Government – and! (pause) There are many “PORTS,
OF-CALL”-that-your-Daddy-must-go-to!
It’s H – L L on Earth – he is going THROUGH!

But he keeps on going, for He believes: THAT GOD RESPECTS NO PERSON,
ESPECIALLY-those who-try-to-hide their schemes and vile cussin’ !

Give Daddy Dear – some wine to drink! THIS-bread! and-a-noint-His-feet,
With-finest-perfume, from-the-finest-plants!
He-deserves – the-finest-“wheat!”

LET HIM BLESS YOU, for-today He’s HOME, with you and me!
Tomorrow, Daddy-may-be-gone to-The-World’s latest-“Cal – va -ry!”

Dear Daddy, Pere Julien! You-are-adored-in-our-menage,

And-we’re-proud of-your-surname, which, of-course, is: L’ Assange!*

fin <3

  • – The name Assange is derived from the name Ah Sang, or Mr. Sang, who was a Chinese emigrant, settling on Thursday Island, off the coast of Australia, circa 1825. In China, this name means “The One Who Illuminates” and dates back millennia to a time when the meaning of names had great significance! The “Sang” family ruled large areas of land in present day China, and their rule was marked by justice and peace. Their ownership of these lands was thought to be of divine origin!

“ANOTHER HIGH I.Q. INTERPRETATION!” a poem May 28, 2019

“ANOTHER HIGH I.Q. INTERPRETATION!” a poem May 28, 2019 (2ZZZZZday)

YarbarreeSmarmah-baryHar-bar-ryPing-kerBong,
Read-just-one-poem! and-got-the-e-e-e-IN-terpretation-“wrong!”
He thought it meant THIS! Then, thought it meant THAT!
He didn’t know that word – or-the-phrase: “Smell a rat!”

So, Yarbarree-sud-denly blew-up-“in-a-flash;”
He withdrew his savings! Yes, all of his cash,
And fled to Bermuda, with smoke from ears long,
Yelling: “I’m-YarbarreeSmarmahbaryHarbarry[ ]Bong!”

He got stopped on The Ship, as-he-was fleeing-and-screaming,
By The[Silly]MysticPoet – who-said: “You’re just dreaming!
THAT poem didn’t-mean-THAT!!! It meant only THIS,
And The Poet gave Yarbarree a-heck-of-a-kiss!

Yarbarree-cried: “Woe!-woe! Woe-is-me!
With-a-200-I.Q., I’ve-in-terp’ted-‘rroneously!”

“Well, you needn’t admit – you’re-a-fool, like-this-poet!”

“Oh, I know,” quoth He; “but I needed to know IT!
That that-fine-poem was-not referring to-moi;
It meant-other-than-THAT, and-got-“stuck-in-my-craw!”

He then craw-ried-in-the-night, but got up-for-some-milk;
Then read Him a journal, with a poem, smooth as silk,
And-He-interpreted-it-as-WOOL, which-he’s Al-lergic to;
So he scratched and he scratched – THE WHOLE NIGHT THROUGH!

In some-other-morning, The-Mystic-Poet-applied-lotion,
And said: “What? Another? Mis-interpreting-notion?”

Thus, Yarbarree-concluded {maybe} that-he-should-just-prob’ly-wait,
IF he gets upset with a poem, He-shouldn’t-tempt-Fate,
And just let The Writer – explain the fine gist!
Then, YarbarreSmarmah-bary won’t-get so-P – s – E D!

fin <3

I smell a Rat ๐Ÿ•บ๐Ÿ•บ

“CHRISTIAN CYNICISM 102!” a poem May 27, 2019 (Monday)

  • “If you recycle, then I-will-too!”
  • “But I JUST-DO-IT, for something to do,
    And it’s kind-of fun!” – “How-so is-THAT?”
  • “Well, I dunno!” – “I smell A RAT!”
  • “But, wait-just-a-second! I-think-I-got-an-answer,
    Perhaps from Santa! or-Dasher-or-Dancer!”
  • “Yeah, what’s-your-answer? How’s-it-fun-crushin’-cans?
    Collecting-glass-and-plastic? And-changing-your-daily-plans,
    For-it-seems-just-annoying-and-no-one’s-employing, so-it-simply-takes-up-your-time!
    How-can-you-ever, have-fun-recycling? How-[are]-you-gonna-end this-rhyme!”

The Mystic Poet: + “It’s LIKE THIS! – [but] do-you-want the short explanation?”

  • “No, make it full!” I-said, with some hes-i-ta-tion,
    Knowing-that-I might not like the answer! (pause) Oh, well:
    TIME IS TIME – and TIME’S TO WASTE, and recycling’s-done in-H – L L,
    Where-you-can’t-throw-whatever you-want away,
    And-just let-“others”-come and-pick-up-your-REFUSE today!
    The Mystic Poet: + “OK, but-your-answer’s STILL-succinct, not-too-long,
    And I’ll put it for you – in a pretty-little-song!” [to the tune of “Crazy” by Patsy Cline:]

[Ya-gotta-be] CRA-ZY! to-have-fun whe-e-n-you-are re – cy -cling!
CRA – ZY! know-ing that YOU’ll have – to-o-o-DO – oo-oo-ooo
RE – CY-CLING! un-til the-cows come-home, my Dar-r-r-r-ling,
And-then some-how Re-cy-cling-can-be sort-of FUN!
[Well] HON-ey If-you-have-been tor-tured! My Hon-ey, doo-doo- doo –
And the-e-en, some-how your tor-ture’s gone HOME! [Yes, gone “ho-o-o-me!”]
But-the-TOR-TURE has-got-to-feel so-bad with- in-YOU-ou-ou-oo –
That-you-want noth-ing to-do but-drop DEAD! [I’ve said!]
[Yes-you-gotta-be] CRA-ZY, or-that’s-what-the-neighbors-do-say, Dear! [doo doo-doo]
CRA-ZY! for-you want-to-DI-i-E yes-ter-day! [Let-me sa-a-a-a-y]:
IF-YOU’VE-GONE-THROUGH tor-ture-as-bad as-I’m-say-ing, (pause)
And-THEN-SEE – LIGHT-in-“The-Tu-u-nnel o-o-o-f-You!” oo – oo – oo –
IF-THAT’S-SO – no-matter-what-you-do’s-NOW hap-py – ee-ee- ee –
And-“work,” Dear – is-fun com-pared-to what you-ou-ou-oo went-through! oo – oo!
So, THERE-DEAR is-the-ex-x-planation I-pro-mised,
The-Short-Ans-wer: That-your-“soul’-must-be-e-e– re-e-eFINED [quite re-fi-ined,]
BY-FI-RE!!! For-fi-re-will-make-you-so-gra-te-full, oo-oo-oo oo
So-gra-teful – that-even-a-burn can-be-e-e fun! Fun-For-You! oo-oo-oo
[‘Cause-you’re] CRA-ZY! Cra-zy with-no-o-o-t be-ing-tor-tured – doo doo doo-doo!
At-least NO-O-O-T – as-much-a-a-a-s you-were sub-ject-TO!!! ๐Ÿ™‚ – oo-oo!

fin <3

“LADIES, DON’T TOLERATE A LOSER!” a poem May 26, 2019 (Sunday)

“LADIES, DON’T TOLERATE A LOSER!” a poem May 26, 2019 (Sunday)

Girls, if-HE don’t-jump-high-as-you-like, why-not-drop-the-man?
Head overseas – for-a-Zen-Master! Maybe, one-in-Japan!
One who-can levitate! and-do-it-for-you!
A “real-man,” a-Zen-man! Poo-poo-pee-doo (doo)!

“No,” you conclude; I find none in Osaka;
I’d probably do better – if-I had me Chewbacca!
He might not jump high, but he’s hairy and cuddles,
But-I-find-he’s-not-for-me, ’cause he leaves little puddles!

And I-won’t stoop to-clean – any man’s mess;
I’ll look on other planets! Perhaps, Mars, I guess!
I’ll-get-me-a-winning-Martian; he jumps-high-as-I-need,
BUT, he’s-got-these-antennae and-with-green-skin, he-won’t-bleed!*

I know! [I’ll-seek] on-other planets and systems and dimensions!
There, I FOUND ME “THE ONE!” HE’LL RELIEVE ALL MY TENSIONS!

His-name-was: “The Mystical Poet!” (pause) He jumps – all the time,
And he writes ro-mantic and sensual rhyme!
Yeah, I found me “The-One!” [I] knew I would, if I waited!
Then (POOF!) “Where’s-he-now? Oh-my-gosh! In-car-nated,
Inside of ME!” Now, we are one!
I-dunno! I-dunno! If-this-is-such-fun! ๐Ÿ™‚ – Gotta watch what you wish for!

Perhaps, if-you-want-a-jumper – to-jump through all your hoops,
You might lower unrealistic standards; SHE CONQUERS-WHEN-SHE-STOOPS!
So many, looking-for-so-much –
In all the wrong places – and so out of touch,
With just accepting their-lives’-apparent-flaws!
Let go of your on-going-competition! Please trim your claws!

fin <3

  • – Every gal needs a guy who will bleed for her! Doesn’t she?
  • Stuck in a glass box ~
    Let's run away! Where we will not be found Do you hear me Far away from this maddening pace of life So tired, all the demands Have sent me insane, Never ending sad faces amongst the crowds Pushing and shoving, looking no where Blank faces peering no where Then I saw a blue feather floating … Read More
  • “The Contented Heart,” a.k.a.: “Diary of A Madman.” p. 39 . . .
    . . . considered a mystical poet &, although I know of her, I did not know Emily Dickinson has also been called a mystical poet. (pretty good company, me-thinks! – I mean, to be considered as such.) Trying to fix a person or make them better then, might be replaced with the notion of … Read More
  • Andrew Scott Australian News
    Andrew Scott is a murderer on parole, he recently bashed a mother and her son in their homeThe judge gave him 9 months behind bars but he is immediately eligible for parole.So by my understanding, if someone is on parole for one crime and they commit another crime, doesnโ€™t that mean they should return immediately … Read More

FRANK SINATRA FAMOUS ENTERTAINER, FILM SINGING ~

14th May 1998, American singer and actor Frank Sinatra died at the Cedars-Sinai Medical Center, Los Angeles aged 82, after suffering a heart attack. Sinatra had his first hit in 1940, working in the Swing era with Harry James and Tommy Dorsey, won an Academy Award for Best Supporting Actor for his performance in the 1953 film ‘From Here to Eternity’. He went on to score over 25 Top 40 singles including the 1966 No.1 ‘Strangers In The Night’. His 1969 single ‘My Way’, re-entered the UK charts eight times and spent a total of 165 weeks on the UK chart. Fave Sinatra song?

Frank SINATRA โค๏ธ

My GUY IS A Good TIME CHARLIE๐Ÿค‘

“MY GUY!” a poem May 13, 2019 [Monday]

My guy’s cruel and mean; he lies and he curses;He bothers old ladies, and-he steals their purses!He’s a “Good Time Charlie,” and he’s not de-pendable;For-God’s-sake-why-can’t-I-get-it-through-my-head: THIS-GUY-IS-EX-PENDABLE!I don’t need to be with him – he farts and he smells,Of-other-women’s-cologne! and-he-kisses-and-tells,And he smokes and he drinks, And he-hardly-ever-thinks,OF ME! What a sap!I-won’t-takes-this-any-more, put-up-with-his-crap!Yeah! Yeah! but – HE TURNS ME ON!God’s-tricked-me! I am nothing but a pawn,In God’s terrible, horrible, s-xy plan,Of “The Battle of The Sexes, “Woman vs. Man!I HATE THIS – and – I LOVE IT;Yet, I NEED-HIM, and-I-covet,His “Flying E-quip-ment”-although-a-“strap-on’s” OK,When-I-get-with-my-lady-friends-and-we-have-“our-way,”And we chant: “Lesbians! Lesbians! WE WILL PREVAIL,”And-then, within-24-hours, after-he’s been-tossed-in-jail,I bond out the bastard – because I’M ADDICTED,To-his-love-and, when-he-smiles, I-am so-af-flicted:FOR HE TURNS ME ON – & I’ll NEVER-let-go,Of “The-Best-Thing-In-The-World!” MY GUY, don’t-cha-knowfin <3

My goodness gracious me, my guy CHARLIE IS A METHODIDST WOWSER ๐Ÿ˜ป

I am no longer waiting for Salvation ๐Ÿค•

“I AM! [no longer?] WAITING!” a poem, written in church on Sunday! Posted: Monday 05/13/2019

I AM with-YOU throughout [ALL] Eternity,

And – “ETERNITY’S NOW,” un – for – tunately?!

Because IF-IT’S-NOW What are you doing waiting for IT?

You DON’T HAVE TO WAIT! You – DON”T have to sit!

ARISE! Ye Doubters! YOU ARE HERE!

This-is: THE ETERNAL! so why do you fear?

YOUR-SALVATION’S-CERTAIN – for, in Heaven, you NOW dwell –

Shouldn’t-that-make-you-feel
PRETTY WELL?

Yet! STILL! There’s-so-much-fear and-distress!

Y O U ‘ R E A L R E A D Y E T E R N A L!

This-is-IT!

You-need-NO-LONGER-guess! ๐Ÿ™‚ – Whoopee!

fin <3

LETTER TO MY HUSBAND ๐Ÿ˜‚ waiting to be feed ๐Ÿ˜…


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zc5h_jPV-mE

DANG LUCKY ๐Ÿ€

“DANG LUCKY!” a poem, a.k.a.: “IF You Ask Me, Things Be Pretty Reasonable, OK?” a.k.a.: “In Search Of Happy, Lucky Sunshine People, Dang It!” May 11, 2019 [Saturday]

LUCKY! (I-tell-ya!) I-just-dang-lucky-t’-get-up-in-the-morn[ing], an’-I-ain’t-tryin’!

(pause)

IT-JUST-HAPPENS! Up!-I-git, right-up! [It] makes-me-feel a-lot-like-cryin’, (pause)

Knowing how lucky I AM – and-that-The-Sun-be-shining!

And, at about 7-or-8 A. M. in the morning – I’M UP! &-within-an-hour, I’m-even-dining,

On-eggs-&-toast, and-IF-I’m-lucky (which-I-am) SAUSAGE! or-BACON!
That’s-what-I-git-t’-have-for-break-y-in-The-Morning; that’s-what-I-be-makin’!

Don’t-ask-me-WHY, even-if-I-know-[now]! WHY? because I’m-lucky-Dang-IT,
&-I’m-feelin’, after I feed the birds & cats outside The Little House, more-than-a-bit,

LUCKY, I-tell-you: “SOMEONE-up ‘THERE’ ” must, I guess, LIKE ME,
For-I-have-many-fine-friends and-activities-to-participate-in (pause) for-tu-nate – LY!

Perhaps-there’s-a-decree, that my life be, a-charming-array of-FORTUNATE-EVENTS,
Because [for-one-thing] the-car-I-drive-at-a-reasonable-rate-of-speed, stopping-completely-at-ALL-“stop” signs, has no major dents;
IT’S (that’s-right) almost-dentless (pause) and-also almost-reasonably-clean,
And my body has reasonable health, and-I’m pretty dang happy by most standards and my mind is pretty serene! ๐Ÿ™‚ – Wow! That’s something! Anything else?

Yes! I have a 3-point I.Q.! ONE for me, ONE for you and ONE – for a friend,
And I guess this is a pretty dang good place for my little dang lucky po’m to-fin’lly-end! :) - Yeah! Dang-IT!!!

fin <3

ANGEL ~

Control Freak

“CAN’T BE!” a poem a.k.a.: “I Ain’t A Control Freak!” May 3, 2019 (Friday)

“It-can’t-be-so, can-it? Oh, no! No, no, no!
For-I’m not-aware-of-it! and-that-fills-me-with-woe!
And-I’m-sure-I-know-everything under-The-Sun!
I’m-sure-IT-CAN’T-BE! Else, my-life’s-not-so-fun!
For, if I do THINK – something’s ALL-RIGHT-by-me,
I’m-sure, I’m-sure-EVERY-ONE should-surely-agree!
I’m-“The-Center of This Universe,” so-I’m on-top o’-things!
From-my-conclusions – and-deductions, SACRED-NESS RINGS!”

Ever-know some-one-like-this? How-’bout-your-self,
All-the-conclusions-we-jump-to, like-some greedy, old-elf!
Even-the-smartest – and-wisest(?) fall in[to] this trap!
We’re-beyond “self absorbed,” and there-is a BIG GAP,
Between what-IS the-case – and-our-thoughts-how-things-are!
Why-do-you-think so-many [people] head-to-The-Bar?!
Well, they-need-to-establish – a confident state,
To-believe-that-their-judgments are-just-short-of-GREAT!

“So, if X-doesn’t-come-NOW, X-must-not-like-ME!
I gave an invitation – Wasn’t-it-SPURNED? so-rude-ly!?
IF X-doesn’t-apologize – pretty-quickly, then-I,
Will-NEVER-speak-to-X-again! You needn’t ask why!
X just better SHAPE UP, according-to-notions I-hold,
And Y (also) has-failed [to-visit] me, so-IF Truth-it-be-told,
Y-is-being-rude, just-like-X, who-got-my-invite!?
To Hell with them both! Me? I’m-never up-tight!”

What’s-“RUDE” and what’s not, you’ll-probably-find,
Is just about – what’s-going-on – in your BEAUTIFUL MIND!?
And most folks, I think, once-there’s-“half-a-routine,”
Think – IF anyone breaks it – THEY-ARE ALMOST OBSCENE!
Once you establish a pattern or two,
Many will-figure: SOMETHING’S-WRONG WITH-YOU,
IF-YOU-DON’T-ADHERE – TO-THAT-PATTERN FOR-EVER,
Without-A-SUPER-good-reason – to a-d-just-The-Lever.
We all want things certain – predictable. with-order!
“Make OUR ORDER the same, or-you’re-on-THE-LINE of-THE-BORDER,
Yeah, The Border Line, Baby? You just step OVER HERE!
And-keep-things-as-I-LIKE-‘EM! or I-won’t-call-you-DEAR!”
fin <3


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g6A6pMO_WKM

THE DARK NIGHT

The “Dark-Night” of-The-Soul,*
It-is-when-you-know you’re-not-in-control?!?!?
And-all-hope is-REALLY GONE,
For-you-DON’T-WANNA keep-“goin’-on!”
It-can-last for a day, a month or a year,
BUT – It-always-lasts FOREVER! and you-won’t shed a tear,
Because fear’s-gone! there’s-only:-PERPETUAL-TERROR,
Since you KNOW, you know: You-are-simply-IN -ERROR!
You-WILL! go-to-HELL – ’cause-you’re-already-there,
And The Folks “outside” (Thank God!!!!!!!!!) are-not-aware,
As you pull your hair and beat your body,
With-no-desire (except to die)! What-a-pa[r]ty!
Later, when people say: “You-WERE out-of-it?”*
You-can-reply: “I never left, and-even-now, every-bit,
Of-this-life is-a-joke! a-big-ol’-JOKE!” (pause)
Or – You can be real quiet, so-as-not-to provoke,
Those who never or have not (yet?) “gone,”
And-may-not-BE-AWARE, of what’s it like to be “a pawn,”
For, WHO REALLY AROUND-“HERE” HAS ANY CHOICE?
Some- people have-just-never “lost their voice!”
And, if you can say there’s existence after THAT,
You’re prob’bly lying, in-this “Year of-The-CAT!”
Yet, you can’t “look away” from the dark and vacant stares,
Of others going through THIS, pulling out their hairs!
Plus, if you hear: “(S)he’s-just SELF-ABSORBED,”
You can smile – and-know, The Speaker’s STILL “on board,”
THEY JUST DON’T KNOW, for-this-is A Ship of Fools,
And our beings are ALL subject – to someone else’s rules!
The rules may be OURS, but our “eyes” can’t tell,
Until we’re locked away? in-the-imaginary Bowels-of-Hell!
Dark! Night! Are stars? really-bright?
We’re-ALL caught! tight! in-WRONG! and-RIGHT!

DARK NIGHT!” a poem March 2, 2019 [Thor’s Day]

fin <3


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OtLwXsjIj3E – a.k.a.: Existential Crisis a.k.a.: “Meltdown!”


** – Whatever the heck IT is! or means!!! ๐Ÿ™‚ – I guess THEIR idea of sanity!!

“It’s likely NOT ‘The Dark Night,’ with which you had to deal, IF you still think there’s A GOD, after your ordeal!!” The Mystic Poet.