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Mystic Poet

“RIME OF THE SMOOTH SAILING SAILOR!” a poem Saturday: 11/10/2018

It -can-be SMOOTH SAILING, this time we spend –

For – There’s no beginning, (pause) and no end!

The activities – that we devise (?)

Are here! before our sparkling eyes,

Indoors, outdoors – bed and boat,

Sailing along! Please! Take note:

Fill your voyage with things so sweet!

Just do-things-SMOOTHLY, to avoid “the heat,”

Of frantic, pell-mell enterprise;

Your time is YOURS! Prioritize!

And-sailing’s ENDLESS – So – RELAX-THERE;

Fret-just-a-little, but – don’t-pull your hair!

No-need to push-things ‘til you’re “burned out,”

‘Til your life (pause) doth make you shout,

And NOT with welcome joys and thrills,

But-with-overwhelm (?) Yes, TOO MUCH KILLS,

The-satisfaction you might enjoy;

Guilt’s-an-ever-present – tricky – ploy!


Take each moment – in Life’s Journal,

And-have-a-smooth – and a pleasant “walk,”

OR (?) (pause) erratic jolts of noise and talk,

Of non-stop, senseless activity;

Yes, sometimes – our proclivity,

Is-to allow-a-FLOOD – to rule the day;

Who’s in charge? It’s YOU, I pray!

So take each moment and don’t be caught,

In a-current (pause) that is fraught,

With: a.s.a.p. s – must-do s – hurries-and-nows!

Go-with: maybe s – sounds-good (pause) and-smooth(e)-some-how s!

And don’t JUST read this calming verse!

And then get frantic – or TOO terse!


SMOOTHLY SAIL! Be real “HEP!” 🙂 – Groo-oovy!

fin ❤


SONG (to the tune: “Wabash Cannonball!”)

I’m a smoothly sailing sailor; I sail right along!

With the ocean spray – My clouds ain’t gray, as I sing this sailing song!

I steer with confidence and joy – with-the rhythm of The SEA;

It’s in my Heart, and I’ll-never-part, From this SAILING HAR-MONY!

I sail smooth and silky, With a-little-breeze in my hair:

A smoothly sailing sailor, With a clever, jaunty air:

I smile and sing and whistle, And-the waves they are my friends!

I’m-a smoothly sailing sailor man – and my song – it never ends!

Ohhhh! (Repeat first part!)


Famous Poet

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door
“‘Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—
Only this and nothing more”

“The Raven”
Edgar Allan Poe

Mystic Cowboy

“IN THE MORNING LIGHT, WE DISCOVERED THE TRUE MEANING OF T H E T R I N I T Y !” a poem, for awakening! Tuesday, November 13, 2018.

My lover! She-don’t-have-no-periods (pause) (and) I-have-no com-mas!

She’s always ready! (pause) and – I-don’t ever (pause!) pa-ause,*

‘Cause love that-is gonna work is-something you can’t search for:

It’s like THE SECOND COMING – don’t-’xpect-Jesus-at-your-door!

IF someone comes a-knockin’ – or shows up on “the tube,”

That’s NOT the Real Jesus – just some-other goofy boob!

Now, I ain’t “dissing” boobies, ‘cause-I need me some warm milk,

And it REALLY – beats The Heck – outta homogenized – and Silk®

My LOVER, like I said, don’t have – no per-i-ods,

So-she’s-always ready – for “a twist,” with orgasms, myri-ads!

It’s-enough to drive you wild, insane;

But, remember! The searching? it’s just inane;

However-IF! a pretty girl comes – knockin’ at your door,

And says words like: “ … ready-to-be your whore,”

By golly, fellows! (pause) Take her little hand,

And, come-on – take-it-off – to The Promised Land,

And do kiss and cuddle – ‘til The Morning Light,

Menage a trois! It can be – outta sight! 🙂 – Where two or more are gathered …

fin ❤

    • And! I’m also a lying so-and-so! Trust NO ONE! (Unless you want to!!) Of course, occasionally I take a little nap! BUT THEN! Back again!! You-know!

… we found Jesus! Yippee! Hey! Stop IT! Stop eating all the whipped cream! … and strawberries! Hey! That’s The LAST Straw – berry!

Mystic Poet

“MY LOVER – SO SEXY!” a poem a.k.a.: “Kinky Is As Kinky Does!” a.k.a.: “Gender Benders and/or Cover Lovers!” November 11, 2018 (Sunday)

Sexual! A-sexual! Homo-sexual! Bi!

3rd Sex – and-4th Sex! Ambivalently-sexed! Oh, my!

Cross-dressing – grudge pointed – NON-sexual too!

Contravalent! Covalent! Dressed-up – for you:

Sexual labels? Gone to extremes?

Now, no-one’s quite-sure – what SEX really means!

Except – what – in-the-moment – you-do-with-your-“partner,”

Or-in bonding orgies: pee, poo -or- far’-upon-her!

Lip service, cum-suckers – pre-cum-ing galore;

“I’ll NEVER-do-no-more-sex!” Then, “Gimme some more!”

“I – WANT – IT – ALL; ev’ry-manner-there is!”

Voyeurs, loving-3-somes; all-is – sexual-show-biz!

And – anal and oral, with showers – and cuts,

And – choking and burning and eating-in with-stinky-butts!

There-are rim-jobs and groomings, paint-on-you and, of-course, meals,

Eating upon you! Group-sex! Drug-ged, she reels,

And the-sex-traffickers-are-secure, as they ply at(in) their trade,

And The-Ladies-of-The-Night – are-still-pimped-in (the) parade!

Wondrous phone(y)-sex and sex toys, vi-brating, latex;

Plus, the S-&-M Folks dig their “shading” of sex,

And, as I lay down, with-my-mate (we’re in bed),

There our visions of sex-plums which dance in my “head!”

And -(S)he says: “Do you love me? Am-I-sexy-to-you?”

And I hold and enfold her (him) – We kiss, and we screw,

For, despite all (the) techniques, all the labels and ploys,

It’s-still-about-WHO-YOU-DO-IT-WITH and-how-you-love-HER (‘em), girls-and-boys!

fin ❤


“DON’T GO TOO FAR! OH, OK, GO A HEAD OR TWO OR MORE!” a poem a.k.a.: “The Dark Hole Of Calcutta Meets The Hydra!” a.k.a.: “Many Heads – For Maximum Pleasure.” (Adam & Eve Adult Toy Store) November 8, 2018 (Thor’s Day)

The Dark Hole of Calcutta – is dark, but shining through,

A gaping-cav’rnous cave, (pause) with sexy-echos true!

I’m goin’ on right in-there! I really can not wait;

The Dark Hole of Calcutta! I know I’ve found my “mate!”

I’m goin’ in there NOW – (pause) before my “lovie-poo,”

Snaps her legs quite shut – and severs me in two,

But I’M THE DREADED HYDRA! I’m really not a liar:

Just cleave me in two – for-a-DUET-of-DESIRE!

Two – two – of me! Jockeying for position!

Cleave us BOTH, my Honey, and you’ve got FOUR for The Mission,


Be still, my little Darling! DON’T – YOU – WEEP,

For, WE-will be-gentle! O.M.G.! (Now) THERE’S 8,

And 16 – and 32 – and THE PUMP – feels great,

And-MORE-and-MORE – Fast, by The Score,


From-The Earth Goddess, She’ll-conceive RIGHT SOON,

And, SUDDENLY, There’s-no-balloon!


Plop goes The Weasel – A Bouncing Baby Boy,

Who looks like Donald Trump – or-maybe-Leonard-Nimoy!

So, O.M.G.! It’s TWINS! But WAIT! Yes! Now, it’s 3,

And they are with Jim Neighbors, all singing with great glee!!

Then, 4! Then, 5! Then, Oh, My God!

We’ve-a-fine-rock-band – and our-Todd Elrod,

Is the-lead-singer, and his-dog doth howl!

The Dark-Hole-of-Calcultta – is-once-more on-The-Prowl,

For more sexy guys – to lure-into The Way,

O-of Sweet Oblivion and (pause) a ro-oll in The Hay!

Slow down, now – here, Facebook Friend,

This poem will surely, shortly end:


And sniff-her-essence! Let’s-imbibe! 🙂 – Oh, Wow-za!

fin ❤

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“WHEN – THEN – NOW!” a poem a.k.a.: “The Buddha’s Retrospective!” a.k.a.: “Forrest Gump Is Alive & Well – And STUPID As Ever – And So Is EVERYONE Else!” November 4th 2018 SUNDAY

WHEN I was young, cock-sure and gay,

I’d stand! Out-on-The-Corner! and (sometimes) pray!

People would happen by, disturbing me TOO MUCH,

So, I would say: “Wait here” and I’d-go-watch “Starsky-and-Hutch!”*

THEN, I-was-filled – with “vinegar & piss,”

And SEPARATION was The-Thing – the-thing-for-bliss!

The Strategy? [To lose those – with dumb ideas and concerns!]

It WAS – The Key to Happiness! BUT! ISOLATION – BURNS,

Away – this cock-sure attitude, and you-yearn for-“company:”

Yes! Touch-and-Stuff-becomes-critical –


(1) NOW, when I encounter people – here and there,

I invite them: “Come along! IF-you-really-dare!”

And many folks – they’ll follow me around this little town,

And-they-might-say: “You’re BRILLIANT!” Here! (pause) Wear this-orange-ocre-gown,

And tell us stuff – to make us feel better!

And – take away our fear!“ {I just wanna “get-her!”}

“IT” MIGHT MAKE THEM FEEL BETTER – Better for a while,

And some folks, at first, might follow me – for a mile!!

(2) NOW! There’re THOUSANDS! – Many-folks-who-think-I-hold-some-KEY!!

To existence – or enlightenment!!! I’ll say: “DON’T FOLLOW ME;


Add it up! Do your own “math,”

And know that The Force – resides within each of you!

You don’t need ME – I AM – a piece of poo!


I am – just – a stinky – a stinky – little boy! 🙂 – Yup!

fin ❤

    • Crime Drama – 1970’s American TV series


“THE TREASURE!” a poem a.k.a.: “Mim’s!” November 4, 2018 – SUN day

Your words – are-sweeter than honey; {Sweet peas encircle your-head.}

I-wouldn’t-be-here IF I-couldn’t?! {I-love to-be-in-your-bed!}

I’m givin’-it-all-up for The Treasure – The 1st Prize, Yes, you bet!

Givin’-up inhibitions! Guilt & pride & fret;

Givin’-up Hate & nervousness – Because – so safe I feel,

Having found The Treasure – You’ll see me pray & kneel!

My Angel-wings, they’re tangled (pause) In-my-hair, with-bats-up-There, I think!

You-are-my Rolls Royce, Honey – The finest sable or mink!

The Old Volkswagen is-history! I’ve found the very best.

I’m holding – to The Treasure – I am so very blessed.

[Yea, I know. They say that treasures tarnish – The Precious loses – its appeal,

But I have it on good authority – True Love’s a forever deal.]

So, despite that there – may be – hardships – Waiting for you & me,

I don’t much f – – – ing care – (pause) I’m-in such ecstasy!

fin ❤

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Ja! This poem gives a translation – with a few embellishments, OF COURSE! “THE TAO” a poem November 1, 2018: All Saints Day (The Day of The Son of God)

I wish you to feel – ever so safe!

May-your-safety-be – in the arms of this waif,

Encircling-you-in-safety, but NEVER restricting,

This is my wish! And our Love is inflicting,

It’s soft touch of Death, on All Saints right now,

Our Love is so perfect;


fin ❤


“DEFYING DESCRIPTIONS!” a poem All Saints Day Thursday Nov. 1, 2018

I won’t take a label! For I’m ONLY ME,🤐

And-I’M-NOTHING-to-boot – just-you-wait, Dear – and see!

I wanna surprise you – I’m NOT who/what you think!😁

I’m much more than that* – so SOMETIMES I STINK!! 😮

And sometimes – my perfume! It-wafts-up to-The-Throne,🙄

Then Angels will cry: “THAT ONE?! What’s (s)he sown?😮

Who is (s)he NOW? What has (s)he done?

WE-CAN’T-LABEL-HIM(her) – This is so much darn FUN!😁

We’re here and are sitting – on the edge of our seats!!😶

WHAT ENTERTAINMENT! What next? of his(her) feats!”🤗 (mum knows that you naughty boy) 😉

“I AM – What I shall be – the DIVINE ________**,

Who’s ALSO – some _________*** ” – Let’s hear an AMEN!!

I’M WHAT I SHALL BE! Not what you (might) expect,


But I’ll keep you “in stitches;” I AM – The Elect! 🙂 – Ho, ho, ho!

fin ❤

* – AND much less than that!! ❤

** – Feminine! or Masculine! or Homonym!

*** – depending upon your last “insertion,” try: FELLOW, SHEILA, BOBBLE-HEAD, et al



“EXITING THE LOADED GAME!” a poem a.k.a.: “My Rules! Your Rules! Our Rules! All Fools!” November 1, 2018 – Thursday


We’re gonna win! You won’t!

We have been playing – a long, long time!!

We are AUld School – we don’t have to rhyme,

‘Cause OUR RULES RULE, so you better sit back,

And we’ll give you a lesson in-the-humility that-you-lack,


We got ALL the cards! If you only knew!

Follow OUR standards, or else you’ll lose,

And even if you follow-them – well, WE GOT NEWS:

For YOU – Yea-we’ll-set-we’ll-set-we’ll-set-the-bloody-rules,

AND – we’ll change ‘em too!!!! (pause) Especially-during-’duels,’

When it SEEMS like we’re down, by a point or two;

Don’t worry! WE’ll win! We won’t be blue!

But, WAIT! Where are you going? Come-on-now!-That’s-not-NICE;

It breaks OUR RULES if-you-leave! (pause)

What’s this slice?

Of humble pie – that you’re jamming down,

Our ravenous-throats – Come-on! Don’t be a CLOWN!

Don’t stop our play – Don’t leave the place!



OMG! You’ve (got) THE MIDDLE FINGER!! Under our chin!” 🙂 – Yup!

fin ❤


“IT’S GONNA GET CHA!” a poem November 1, 2018 – Thursday

Something’s gonna get cha: the food supply OR sprays,

We use to help the food to grow! There are so many ways,

That something – it will get cha – and take your body “out!”

A millions ways to “bite the dust,” and-your-demise-It’s-all-about,

A “faulty” immune system – or – a fine health shot reaction!

Something’s gonna get cha! A collision? (You’re-in-traction!)

And, while you’re at the hospital, lying in that bed,

A mold or strange bacteria – might get into your head,

And cause incephalitis! or-what-of-a-putrid-water-supply,

Or even chlorine in your water,

Or mom’s-homemade apply pie!!

Something gonna get cha, so IF you get to choose,

What-do-you-want-to-get-cha? How-’bout tainted booze?

Or VD from your Sweetie – or tetanus-from-a-nail,

Or rabies from a mad dog,

Or a collapsed roof from a gale!?

Well, IF-I-have-any-say-in-this, I’LL TURN MY EYES ABOVE,

‘Cause – What I want-t’-get-me – Is lots o’ your sweet love! 🙂

fin ❤


“MOUNT FUJI.” a poem October 31, 2018 – Wednesday

There’s NO ONE in charge!

“Now, how can that be? Because I PERCEIVE – such fine harmony!

IF no one’s in charge, then ca-cophony,

Would have to result! That’s the LOGIC I see!”

But! That ASSUMES “logic” – rules this place,

An assumption – of-The-Thinkers, The-HU-Human-Race,

Of all of the folks – who CALCULATE things –

Just see all the torture – this REASONING brings!

Assume-no-one’s in charge – not even Trump,

Who in-the-big-scheme-o’-things – is only a bump,

Not really-worthy (pause) of-being-listened-to –

Just like this poet – J Jay J (Jay) BOO,

Who’s only a writer – and a -ghost-writer-to-boot;

Now isn’t that really – yes, really – A HOOT?

For, we are just SPOOKS!

“Now, how can THAT be?

Your ‘assumes’ and proposals – are getting to me!

My poor head is spinning! LEMME FIGURE THINGS OUT!

So, I am just spirit? and no one’s about,

Controlling the functions of LIFE in no realm?

I imagine YOU-WRITER – think life is a film!”

Perhaps, yes-a-(Divine)-Projector – on-PERPETUAL-MODE,

With a never-ending cyclical, cellular code!

And, IF as we’re watching the hypnotic screen,

We turn and observe – the-Projection-Booth-scene,

We’ll notice that no one is really up there,

“Man-ing”-the-projector, with expertise-and-care!

“Well, golly,” said one-other – audience member;

“I’ve forgotten! Is it April – or-in-the-Bleak, bleak December?”

And – here, (the) POET(S) reply, in a casual way:


fin ❤


“PILLOW TALK!” a poem October 31, 2018 – Wednesday

I love being between your pillows. It’s comfy – and it’s warm;

They are so firm and bouncy! (They have a pleasing form!)

Some-how-I recall them, from long ago! I think it’s “deja vu!”

When-I-see-‘em-I-get-so-hungry, but I haven’t got a clue,

Of why that feeling might be there! Perhaps-it’s-from long ago:

The mysteries of life run deep – some things we’ll never know!

But, for now, I do not care – I am so happy here,

Stuck-between your pillows soft! Next stop? I think that’s clear!* 🙂

fin ❤

* – We’re heading “down South,” to the Terlingua Chili Cook-off?**